•Chapter 49•

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~Harry Styles~

Saturday: |Continuation|

"I-I cheated on you with Niall." She whispered.

"Y-you....you what?"

"Yesterday during the get together. N-Niall came into our room and told me he liked me. But I said I'm w-with you. And then he k-kissed me." She cried out loud into her hands. I moved away from her a little bit and started to tear up. She's definitely not lying.

"Did you k-kiss back?.."

"Harry-"

"Did or did you not kiss back?"

"I kissed back." She whispered.

"After everything you we said to each other! You kiss him back!," I yelled, getting up off the couch, "are you serious right now Natalie. I love you and you go do this! In our home!"

"I-I'm sorry Harry. Please, I didn't mean to kiss back or anything. I love you not him." She cried.

"If you love me you would've walked out the second Niall told you he likes you."

"I-I-I....I don't know what to say but that I'm sorry."

"It's our two month today N. Two months together. But you seemed to just throw it away like nothing. Why didn't you tell me the second it happened."

"I'm scared of what you would say..."

"Do you not care about our relationship!"

"Yes! I do care!"

"Then why did you let him kiss you! Why didn't you push him off!"

"Stop yelling at me!"

"I can't because you've hurt me heart!"

She fell silent and starred at me. Her small hick ups and my heavy breathing could only be heard. I've never yelled to her or like this to anyone in my life. I'm disappointed that it had to be to her, but, I can't help it, she just cheated on me with our friend. I sat back down on the couch, a different one, and started crying. The very first love of my life just broke my heart. Am I not good enough?

"H-Harry, you know I love you so much. Me and Niall are just friends, that kiss meant nothing like ours."

"Why now? Why does it have to be now....this was meant to be a special day, for the both of us.." Maybe we just rushed into this relationship perhaps? I mean, two months, it seems so long when really it's short. We already live together..."maybe we should we just..."

"Please don't say break up," she started to cry harder to the part where she can't speak. I wanted to just kiss her but now that I know Niall's lips have been on hers. Disgusts me, "h-how would you f-feel if you had a best friend who l-liked you and k-kissed you?"

"I'd step back and say sorry before they do anything, because I'm not a person who likes to break other people's hearts."

"You know I didn't mean it Harry! I never meant for any of this!"

"I don't even know what to say to you.."

"I love you okay? I love you so much. It was a big mistake that I did that. And I'm so so sorry for that H. I'll leave...and...give you some time to think." N got of the couch and collected her bag. Should I say something? How is she going to get to where she's going. Clearly home.

"M-mum," I heard her say, she's in our room, "c-can you please come pick me u-up, I've d-done something wrong not H. O-okay, see you soon." I heard her footsteps and a sniff. Do I turn around? Or? "Mums going to pick me up, I love you."

I turned around and saw her on the first step of the stair case. "Will you be coming back?...."

She nodded and said, "You need time to think. I-I'll see you soon."

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~Harry Styles~

Sunday: Funeral

Without her last night, I couldn't sleep. I've talked to my family but I just ended up in tears. My aunty texted me saying that the funeral is today for my Uncle. N won't be there with me. It's 8:30 in the morning, funeral is at 9:45am. I grabbed my phone and my heart pounded so fast when I saw her on my lock screen, typing my passcode, she was also my wall paper, opening up my messages I pressed on her name.

"Uncle Scott's funeral is today...you're invited if you'd like to come." I sent it after starring at it for 10 minutes and she replied instantly.

"I wanna be there for you because I love you."

"I'll see you soon."

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I'm dressed in a white dress shirt and black pants, funeral clothes, my arm around my aunty who is crying into a tissue. And well, me, crying on her shoulder looking at the deep, dirty whole that soon my uncle will be lowered in. "Harry, would you like to say something?" My aunty said, I nodded and stood in front of him, grabbing a red rose in the basket.

"Scott has been with me..since I was a little boy. He was there when my family," as soon as I said family, I stopped talking a cried, I sniffed and wiped my nose to try and continue, "when my family passed away. H-he help me with everything in my life and I c-couldn't thank him more. I'll miss you so much. You'll get to be with my mum...my dad and G-Gemma, tell him how much I love them and that when it's my time..we'll be a loving family again. Rest in peace Uncle Scott, I love y-you." My aunty walked towards me and hugged me, crying into my shirt, I placed the red flower on his coffin, kissed my hand and place it on the coffin. I walked back to my spot, and watched as these four guys lower him down. "Goodbye." I whispered.

Everyone else has left, but I'm still here sitting on the grass looking at the now covered hole with dirty with flowers on top. Natalie didn't show up at all...she said she'll be here for me. She lied to me. I sniffed and stood up but saw three people under a tree, which sort of scared me. I kept walking, slowly, glancing at the three mysterious people under the big tree. How long have they been there? I continued walking with my head down and looked up once more and the people. The girl. The woman. The guy. Are looking familiar as I kept getting closer. "W-who're you?" I said.

"Harry." No, it couldn't be. I'm dreaming. This isn't real.

"Haz." I need to run.

"Harry...it's us." The girls voices. The guys voice. It can't be real, they're dead.

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