Cockblocks and Controllers

Passed

Warning: heavy content below

It was two in the afternoon on February eighth when Anne Cox was taken off of life support and passed away.

It was two in the afternoon on February eighth when Harry Styles lost one of the most important things he'd ever had.

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"We have to have the funeral as soon as we can, Harry. I have to get back to school," Gemma said sadly as she entered Harry's room the night their mother died.

"So school is more important to you than the fact that our mother just fucking died?"

"I never said that, Harry, you have no right to put words in my mouth," Gemma spoke rather calmly, staring at the lanky boy.

He was curled into himself on his childhood bed. Everything he'd left behind was in the same exact place, except for the things he'd broken the night all of this shit started.

"Gemma, all you've ever cared about it your education and your boyfriend and your future. The only thing you didn't care about that was yours was your family- the most important thing."

"I don't care about our family?! Me?! You ditched both your family and your friends in everybody's time of need. You almost died, Harry Edward, and you have the audacity to accuse me of ditching my family!"

Gemma was angry now. Her fists were clenched, her blue eyes were wide, and her teeth were gritted. Harry was on the bed, nails digging into his own thighs, green eyes narrowed, and breathing harsh.

The two siblings glared at each other until Harry found himself looking out the window.

"You didn't want her to live," Harry whispered quietly.

Gemma blinked before coughing awkwardly. "I didn't want her to run my life."

"She was your mother." "As she was yours."

"I listened to her more than you did."

"I chased my dreams."

"And then she chased me! And look what happened."

Gemma sighed and moved towards the bed before climbing onto it and pulling her younger brother into her, where he began to sob.

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Harry fiddled with the bottom button of his new black button-up shirt before adjusting the sleeves with each hand and then running his sweaty palms along his black skinned. He'd even gotten new dress shoes- Gemma's pay. His long hair was simply pushed back under a black hat.

All of the other guys wore nice clothes as well. Louis looked stunning in a blue blazer, white v-neck tee, beige chinos, and white Vans. His hair was slicked back neatly. Gemma was wearing their mother's favorite dress. It was a slim black one that formed an X in the back. Her blonde hair was pin straight and she wore black heels. A black coat and fishnet leggings were added for a small amount of warmth.

Harry personally thought Gemma overdid this funeral thing. Their mother would've liked something simple. He could've come in a garbage bag for all his mother would care. However, Gemma always had to be polished.

Currently, they were at the last part of the funeral service- the actual burial. The final goodbye. Harry's eyes were tearing up, but it wasn't too bad because he had expected this. Louis intertwined his fingers with Harry's and a few judgmental family members looked over in disgust.

Honestly, Harry didn't give two fucks.

Liam and Ed were also a mess. Anne was their second mother. Ed was wiping his tears away as Niall patted his thigh soothingly. Liam had his head on Zayn's shoulder, shaking a bit as the raven-haired man carded his olive-toned fingers through Liam's hardly-there hair. Harry only squeezed Louis's hand tighter.

Everyone except Harry prayed. Harry merely closed his eyes in respect for everyone else's religious beliefs. He did open his eyes in the middle of it and noticed Zayn wasn't praying either, but simply watching as Liam whispered the word, "Amen".

Harry hadn't spoken at all throughout the whole ceremony, ignoring Gemma's invitation of coming up to speak in memory of their mother. But now, he rose to his feet, letting go of Louis's hand. People watched as he walked toward his mother's casket. It was still open. Silently, Harry reached behind his neck and unclipped a chain. It was added only just this morning. Slid onto it was Harry's favorite ring, the one his grandfather had given him as a birthday present years before. It was engraved with his own initials.

"I took yours, so you can have mine," Harry whispered, gently curling the necklace onto Anne's unmoving chest.

A tear trickled down his cheek as a warm arm wrapped around his waist.

"It'll get better soon, Styles."

"Fuck, Tomlinson, I hope you're right."

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Cry

Okay so

It'll gradually get happy again but this will effect Harry's behavior greatly.

QOTC:

You don't know much of Gemma, but so far...

Are you on Gemma's side or Harry's side of the argument they had at the beginning of the chapter?

It'll get more detailed later in the story.

ALSO

I have big plans for this story, resulting in about 50 or even 60 chapters. Should I do that, or should I cut it short and make it about 35 chapters?

I update almost daily so keep that in mind

Have a nice day, lovelies.