Simon's POV
The loss of Harry was devastating. Losing a person who you are close with is hard, it will always be hard. But losing a childhood best friend and almost lover is even harder, especially with how young he was. If only he slowed down, and didn't have that many drinks. I had moved a long time ago, out of the country actually. When i got the call my shoulders dropped. I felt hurt and dizzy and sick all at once. Being back in my hometown for the week will be hard. Facing what i tried so hard to just run away from has always been difficult to me. I knew the boys would be coming down for his funeral as well, i'm scared to see them after all these years. I drive my car down the busy road, making sure i abide by the signs and others around me. The funeral home looked too inviting for what it actually stood for. I sigh deeply, knowing i needed to do this, for Harry and I. I was scared, deep down i knew this was happening, but couldn't fully convince myself yet. I straighten my suit and tighten my tie, sighing deeply and turning the car off. As i opened the door, another car pulled up beside me. I let it pass me and i see that it's Josh and Vikk. I haven't even talked to them in years, let alone see them in person. I stay in my spot for a second and wait for the two to get out of their car. "Hey" I smile, walking closer to them. "Hi Simon. How've you been?" Vikk asks, pulling me into a hug. "Clearly not as good as you." I laugh softly, viewing his quite rich looking appearance. "I've had my good days." He says, glancing at Josh who was coming around the other side. He looked.. well he looked amazing. He was so grown up since the last time i saw him, his eyes looked even brighter. "Hey Josh." I smile sticking my hand into my pocket. "Hey Si. How you been? It's been a while." He says. I shrug and just smile at him, "I've been better. You seem to be doing well." I comment to which he replies with a nod and smile. He's always had a special place in my heart, he was my best friend for 10 years. "Shall we?" I say, turning to my side. They nod and we proceed to walk into the building. Two suited men open the door for us and we walk in. There were a decent amount of people there, most of them i knew but some i didn't. He was a well-loved person in the lives of many people, including me. I decided to stick with Josh and Vikk, as i knew them the best. We all sign the guest book at the front and walk into the room. I knew this was going to hurt me more than I'd expected.
-Time Skip-
He looked cold. His lips had a tint of blue that was covered by some lipstick. His skin looked pale despite the cover up they used. I missed his eyes the most. I held his hand softly, making sure not to ruin the setup. This all felt wrong. He was just a young guy, he should be out getting drunk and having fun, not dead. We had taken limos down to the graveyard for his burial. His grave looked beautiful if i'm honest, it looked over the children's graves. He always loved the thought of having kids, i'm glad his family had chosen this spot over the others. As they lowered his casket into the ground, tears spill down my face along with many others faces. We all throw a handful of dirt into the hole, i cried even harder when i did. Josh held me so tight the whole time, he was probably one of the only ones who weren't crying. I bury my face into his chest as they fill the rest of the ground and people start to clear out. "Hey it's okay. You're okay." He whispers, making sure no one else really heard him. He rubbed my back softly and slowly as i calmed down. He was close with Harry, but never as close as him and i were. "I want you to come stay with Vikk and I for a few days, even weeks if you want. I just don't trust you alone right now. You need your friends, Hun." He says, pulling away to make eye contact with me.I stay still for a second, considering his offer. "I appreciate your offer Josh, I do. But its just-" I start, instantly being cut off. "Yeah no buts. I said i want you to come over for a while, accept the offer." He smiles at me, tilting his head slightly. I sigh and nod, hugging him. "Well thats that. Do i have your number still? I'll text you the address." He says, pulling his phone out. We exchange our numbers and i get into my car.
-Time Skip-
"So you can stay in the guest bedroom, sorry it's really bland." Vikk says, showing me the very bland room. The walls were an off-white and hardly any paintings and such. "That's all good. I'm sure i could make it my own, if I'm allowed?" I say as more of a question than statement. "Yeah of course dude. Make it your own." He says, walking away. I didn't have anything really with me. Just the essentials. Considering i lived on the other side of the world, i had to pack to come here anyway. I set my stuff down on the bed, taking my charger out and hooking it up to my phone. I sit down and put my head in my hands. I can't believe he's gone. I loved Harry so much, even after the breakup. We were always bestfriends. Nothing ever changed that, not even dating and breaking up did. We were always each others in one way or another. It feels like a piece of me just got ripped away and stolen from me. It's not fair that hes gone, why wasn't it me? Why did it have to be him?
