The Girl Next Door

Beka was just a normal girl who had to move to England for her father's military career. Little did she know that her new next door neighbor is one of her idols. Read more to find out what happens with these two people and how moving to England can be the best thing ever.


11. Chapter 10 Just A Dream

Baby why’d you leave me, why’d you have to go, I was counting on forever, now I’ll never know. Three days later, we had the funeral all planned. The girls were coming in two days. I was ready and waiting for Harry to get to the house so we could go. I was wearing this: After about five minutes there was a knock at the door. I got up and opened the door, immediately being pulled into a hug by Harry. “Hey Beka.” He said after he pulled away.

“Hey.” I pecked him on the lips. “My mom’s almost done getting ready.”

“Okay, how are you?” He asked, almost cautiously.

“I mean, I’m better, but I’m waiting to go to my dad’s funeral so how good can I be?” I said shrugging.

“Is there anything else I can do?” He said, grabbing my hand.

“Just, don’t let go.” I looked down at our hands, then back up at him.

“Never.” He squeezed my hand gently and kissed my forehead. My mom came down a few seconds later and we left. It was a fifteen minute drive, most of it spent in silence, Harry giving my hand a reassuring squeeze every now and then. When we pulled into the parking lot, we went to the burial site. We sat down in the front and my mom and I were each handed a white rose. The funeral went by in blur. It’s like I’m looking from a distance, standing in the background, everybody’s sayin’ he’s comin’ home now. I was broken out of my trance by gunshots going off. And the guns rang, one last shot, and it felt like, a bullet in her heart. The flag that rested on his casket was folded into a triangle and handed to my mother; she held it close to her chest. And they handed her a folded up flag, and she held on, to all she had left of him. When the funeral came to an end my mother and I got up and placed our roses on the casket. “Bye, Daddy.” I whispered. We went back to the car and drove home. We all got out of the car and my mom went inside, leaving Harry and I alone. Before either of us could say anything, his phone went off.

He answered it and had a short conversation with the person on the other end of the line. “Okay, bye.” He finished and hung up. “I got to go to a meeting with Simon and the boys, but it should only last an hour so I should be back at about 2:30. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, go. I’ll see you later.” I said.

“Okay, I’ll see you later. Bye Beka.” He hugged and kissed me and then jogged to his car. He waved at me, got in and drove off.

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