It's Now Or Never (One Direction Fan Fiction) [To Be Continued]

Death And Attraction

DEATH AND ATTRACTION

I never thought this day would come. I sat with a slightly slouched back in the front row of an old funeral home with red, puffy, and slightly wet eyes. "Today we remember the life of Patrick Damien Rodger" the tall, white-haired man said at the front of room. The room was small with six rows of five chairs, lined neatly all the way to the back of the room. My mother rubbed my back slightly as the man spoke. "Although his life was taken early, he still lived his life to the fullest." The man continued speaking, my wet eyes slowly increased as I dreaded the address of the family, knowing I'd burst into a million tears. "He had a loving family who took very good care of him toward the end; his mother Bethany Amelia Rodgers, age 46, and very loving sister, Jenna Calla Rodgers, age 17." There it was, my name called to the whole room, earning soft sobs from my mother and I. I tried to wrap my mind around how real this all was. My brother was dead. The closest family member I ever had. My mom and I weren't even that close until my brothers health started going downhill. I sat, depressed and tired, just waiting for this moment to end. Behind me were more soft sobs of family members and family friends. The three seats to the left of me sat my aunt, uncle, and cousin. The next row sat more cousins, and grandparents, and the last three rows full of family friends, most of whom I did not know that well, but were close with my mother. My father though, was nowhere to be seen. This did not surprise me, as he's been gone since I was ten. We all thought though he'd show up to mourn his son, who only died at the age of 27.  

I missed my brother. I wanted him to come back. I loved him. I needed him. "Thank you for mourning with us here today. Go in peace" the man said, slowly taking the bible on the podium and stepping down, walking away from the room. Soon, everyone had made their way outside, leaving and continuing their lives, most likely to forget about my brother the next day, unlike me, who will be haunted by this forever. I walked faster than my mother, speeding to my car before anything else could happen.

"Jen I'd like you to meet a new classmate you're going to have!" the high pitched voice of my mother called from across the parking lot. I'd already made my way to my car as I heard her. I sighed, turned, and made my way back; I adjusted my purse strap and walked toward the group of people, my heels making a faint clicking sound on the pavement. The image of the people with my mother became clearer as I came closer, spotting her there. An older man stood tall next to her, dark brown hair with a few grays peeking out on the sides. His dark gray suit was fitted, going all the way down to his black shoes which shined in the light; he had a faint smile pointed next to him. I looked to the person he was chatting with and my eyes glued to the boy. I'm guessing he was my age, maybe older, the older man's son I'd say, standing tall, flashing his eyes my way as I came closer. I looked at his portrayal in front of me in amazement. Oh my god he's gorgeous. His pearly white oxford shown through his black blazer, leading down to his jean trousers which were very fitted, which trailed down to his white converse, slightly gray from being worn. "Jenna, this is Harry Styles, you're going to be going to school with him in September!" she said, placing a hand on the boys shoulder. Hello Harry.

"It's wonderful to finally meet you Jenna, I've heard so much about you" he said sweetly, taking my hand and kissing the top of it slowly, looking straight at me. I tilted my head, looking up at Harry, gazing slightly down at me.

"It's great to meet you too, and you've heard about me?" I said glancing at my mother. She laughed slightly.

"What can I say, I brag about you, you're a dream child!" she said earning a laugh from the older man.

"Harry isn't too bad either" the man chuckled, patting his back, Harry smiling back at the man. "I'm sorry I did not introduce myself" he said. "I'm Harry's father, I'm a long-time friend of your mothers" he said, shaking my hand. "I'm so very sorry for your loss" he said again.