Miss You (Harry Styles)

Chapter 6

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Harry

Dad was a lively soul, he could put a smile on anyone's face. He didn't take life too seriously and always lived in the moment. He always told me that I shouldn't waste my time dwelling in the past but instead embrace it; remember everything you loved about it and try to make your present just as enjoyable. I told him about this girl I like when I was thirteen rejected me and he said, "remember this pain because many girls will break your heart but you'll find one that will put the pieces together and when that happens never let her go."

Dad was one who confronted his feelings of course not all the time, but he hardly ever kept how he was feeling to himself. His heart was always on his sleeve and I wish I could have gotten that trait from him. He told you what he was feeling and hoped you had the right words to help him. Dad trusted easily and fell in love easily which some might think were bad traits but they're not. He wasn't naive so he knew exactly what he was doing when he trusted you. He believed in the good of people and told me to believe too. He and my mum raised me and my sister to love and respect others even if they don't return it. He always said if they don't return our kindness then don't spend any more energy on them. Hating someone is a waste of your time and they don't deserve any of your time even if it's in your thoughts. I learned my value and worth from my parents and that if someone doesn't see it then I shouldn't dwell on them and move forward. It has honestly helped me through so much knowing this.

After my parents divorce I thought my dad would never find love again but I still remember the day he came back from his first date with Miranda. He practically skipped through the door just to tell me he found the one. I thought he was just over exaggerating because the date went well, but he would obsess over if she would call or if he should call. I almost thought I was watching a teenage girl falling in love for the first time. But seeing that made me realize that even when your older you should be just excited for someone as you were as a teenager. I hope when I'm fifty I still am excited about someone just as Dad was for Miranda.

Dad wouldn't want me crying too much over, but rather celebrate his memory and so today I want everyone to remember all the good and bad times you've had with him and focus on what you loved about him. He would want us to embrace that feeling today and know he's always with us—in our hearts.

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I try contacting Jasmine again but still no response. I hope she's okay. I haven't heard anything for the past two weeks. I really needed her today. It's not easy seeing Melanie either old feelings and memories are resurfacing and I don't like it one bit.

I wonder if my eulogy was enough, I feel like I could have put so much more into it. My dad was the kindest guy I know and he didn't deserve any of this. I want to hate the guy who did it but I know he would tell me not too. I'm sad he won't be at my wedding. Dad was going to be my best man.

All last week I was numb; I couldn't eat or sleep. I thank Melanie for putting this together because the rest of us couldn't process anything let alone arrange a funeral. I noticed they put him in his lucky suit, he wear it to job interviews, poker nights, and on his and Miranda's wedding day. I can't think of a better suit for him to be better in. I can hear him saying, "I'm definitely getting into heaven with this suit."

"I'm going miss you dad." I say throwing a handful of dirt on his casket.  I didn't realize how long I was standing here until Melanie calls me.

"Hey, Harry come with me. I want to show you something." Her soft hands touch my face wiping away my tears. I follow her because maybe she'll be able to forget my pain for a moment. The drive is long but I don't focus outside nor at Melanie otherwise unwanted feelings will return. The eulogy I written is in my lap so I focus on that and reread it to past the time. I do wish I could change it though but it's too late.

Melanie parks the car and tells me to close my eyes. She helps guide me up a flight of stairs. I wonder where we are going. "Okay open your eyes," she grins and twirls.

We're on a rooftop of an abandoned building; I used to take her here and we look out on the city. There's beer bottles scattered around from the last time we came here together.

"Mel, what are we doing here?" I ask furrowing my brows. I don't see how being here is going to help me. She grabs my hand and leads me to the edge of the building and the view of the city is better than I recall.

"You don't remember, every time I was sad you bring me here. I look out to the city and forget my problems for a minute. And when it wore off we talked for hours." She tells me but before she could finish the memories started flooding back. She sighs looks at the sunset. A beautiful shade of fuchsia paints the sky. I join her and I for a few minutes I forget my pain.

"Melanie?" I asked now that the sunset is over and the stars are twinkling across the sky.

"Hm," she hums and turns towards me.

"Do you think my eulogy was good enough."

"It was more than good enough Harry. Daniel would be proud." She says without hesitation and puts her head on my shoulder.

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Here's the a double update. I'm finally done with the semester so hopefully I can update more. Hope everyone is safe.

Also the last funeral I went to was when I was six. So I relying on tv/movies. I never wrote a eulogy so hopefully I did a decent job of course it's not perfect.

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