Jolly Holiday

Shelbie was a fashion designer. Very low key, living in upper Manhattan with her junkie brother. Then she got her big break. And that big break, went by One Direction.


26. Relief

"Are you ready to go?" Jessica asked as I stood over the freshly covered grave.

"If you don't mind, I think I'll walk home." I said, and she have me an assuring smile. Her house was just a couple miles up the road. It really wouldn't be that far of a hike, anyway.

Besides, I needed to talk to someone who didn't want to give me all the sympathy. I would've settled for Cameron honestly, if he wasn't still rolling around with pepper spray in his eyes.

As I turned, I caught Harry's eye. I made my way over to him and we sat together on one of the many benches lining the cemetery barriers, "How're you feeling?" he asked as he put an arm around me.

"Honestly, I feel numb. I just don't know what to feel really. I feel everything and nothing all at the same time. I feel like I'm going to be sick because of knowing that I'm never going to see my baby sister again. But I'm also kind of relieved. Because now this whole thing is done and I can just start over and do better." I admitted.

"I get it. Do you want to walk?" he stood, extending a hand to me. I took it with a half-hearted smile. I cast one last glance toward what was left of my sister before I linked my arm through his and we left.

I'm sure we looked a rather comical sight for any passerby. Me in my mourning dress and Harry in a full suit, walking down a country road. The road wasn't really a road at all. More of a dirt path, and it bumped up right to a cow pasture.

This I what I'd wanted to get away from for so long. Small town mentality. The safety of it all. But now I craved it. It was one of the only things keeping me sane.

"Why don't we walk into the square?" he asked as we came to the end of the road. We turned to go down the highway and headed towards town.

We walked around town for a while, peering in on the one consignment shop in town, The Black Mule. We stepped into the diner, which was across the street from the school, and took a seat at one of the couple of tables.

"So what are the boys doing without their leader?" I asked.

"Well, when I left it was basically a bunch of sulking. Niall misses you. Liam broke up with Danielle, so he's miserable. And Louis feels like this whole dâmn thing is his fault. So they're all miserable and I left Zayn to babysit."

"How does Louis get off thinking this is his fault?" I asked in utter dismay.

"Well, he was the one who brought your family out. He reckons if he'd just stayed out of it, everything would've been fine."

Well, he did have a point there. I wasn't about to voice that, though.

"I miss them, too. I hope they know that. I hope you'll tell them that. Because I really do. I really miss them all."

"You know no matter what you do, two of them are going to be heartbroken." he finally voiced what I'd been thinking in the back of my kind for weeks.

"I know. And it sucks. It feels like I'm tearing One Direction apart."

He simply nodded. I knew he knew I was actually slowly tearing the band apart, which is the last thing I wanted obviously.

"Now, I have knowledge that you all don't typically get concerts around these parts." I heard from outside of the diner and I turned around to see that a stage had been erected right in front of the school. And several very familiar faces were standing there. I turned back to Harry, whose jaw literally looked like it was about to hit the ground. He obviously hadn't been expecting this.

About thirty or so people crowded around the stage. The mass was slowly beginning to get bigger and bigger. I jumped to my feet, intent on getting out there was fast as possible.

"This first song goes out to a very special girl who is from this very town." Louis' voice drifted to me from the stage,

"All you have to do
Is look anew
Then you'll understand
It's a jolly holiday with Shelbie,"

I covered my face with my hands as all heads swerved to stare at me. I'm sure my face had ended up turning beat red.

"Shelbie Lorraine Porter," his voice called to me this time, his eyes meeting mine as at least fifty girls now glared at me with envy, "Can you come to the stage, please?"

I brusquely pushed past the mass of girls as if in a trance and jumped onto the stage where Louis, Zayn, and now Harry stood. I threw my arms around Louis. It was like I was seeing him for the first time in years, instead of the mere days we can spent apart.

"I don't want it to be fake anymore." he said to me and me alone.

I nodded absently. Was this really happening? And for the first time ever, Louis Tomlinson pulled me close and we kissed. And boy was he ever the great kisser.

Yeah, I couldn't handle six months. This was it.
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