It All Became Too Much (Complete)

"I didn't think that it was possible for things to get so out of hand."

When you move to a completely different place and you are in highschool, it is a new brainer that you will do all that you can to make friends. My case? I heard that Harry Styles was a player, one of the girls that I first met, my friend told me that he broke her heart for some cheerleader then left her too.
They wanted me to break his heart by making him like me then blow him off but how could I even get him to notice me? By becoming close to his brother Marcel. It couldn't be bad could it?

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11. Eleven

"Even though a tragedy has occured over the last few days in the Styles family, we are all gathered her to show our support for the family, the brother with us and the brother who we have lost.." I heard as I stared down at my black shoes, thats all that anyone was wearing, black.

Thinking about the kind of guy that he was, you would think he would tell people to wear a color more symbolic than a depressing black, something that met the highlights of his short life. He could go on with out leaving everyone's hearts broken but leaving an impact on all of our lives.

I felt like such an outcast standing in the ceremony, why would I show up to his funeral of all people? The one who caused for this to happen?

 

2 days before - Harry's Point of view

I sat in a chair beside our mother who, of course, wanted to know answers. I didn't have them all, I was processing what happen still in my own head. Mum was in a full state of panic, she was crying and asking doctors and nurses that came by to check on him one after another.

After a while I couldn't take it anymore, I got up saying that I wanted to go to sleep claiming that it was simply too long of a day for myself. I got in the car and drove at a speed that wasn't safe for me or anyone else on the road.

I was being used, along with my only brother. I helped her use my brother, that was what upset me the most. He wouldn't have been so heartbroken if I had just left her alone! If I would have just let her pass me and go up to his room! But no, I had to be such a fuck up.

I pounded on the wheel once I reached the house and scrambled through my keys to reach my house key since my hands were shaking in my fury. I walked inside unlocking the door and went straight upstairs.

 

Stella's Point of view-

I laid in bed sick with guilt as I had thought about today, no one could ever forget seeing someone try to kill themselves. It was something that would be stuck in the back in your mind even if you aren't thinking about it for the moment, it would be something that would always play hide and seek with you.

It was around midnight that I got the call. My phone vibrated loudly from my bedside drawer and I quickly shot up to hush it. I read the caller ID and say that it was Harley. 

It had to be important right? If she was calling me at this time. "Hello?" I asked exhausted.

"Stella! Get to Harry and Marcel's house! Now!" She exclaimed into the phone making me jump out of bed. If she was there then something must be going on. What if someone had broken into their house? In their moment of weakness.

It took no time at all to reach their house, maybe because I was speeding a little, I didn't even think of the possibility that they could all be upset with me. The house was blocked off so I parked across the street and got out running the where I could see people standing. Harley turned to me with a hand over her mouth sobbing which confused me.

I looked towards the house and saw that two cars were parked in the driveway, I recognized Harry's and just knew that the other belonged to their mother. "What's going on?" I asked just in time to see them putting a blanket over a head full of curls.

Marcel was home. Marcel had either not made it or proceeded on to kill himself. The guilt was building up inside of me, I felt like I was going to throw up in their grass but I figured that would only be rude in our situation. "Marcel!" I called out. It sounded so unfamiliar of a yell, it was so broken, maybe a sob mixed with some kind of gasp for air.

I looked over at Harry's mother sobbing into her hands at the door that was wide open and got a peek another head full of curls sobbing into their hands but he was sitting on the couch. His own twin. It was all my fault.

"They had just came home a couple of hours before." Kendall croaked standing beside Harley looking at me with her puffy, red eyes filled with tears and guilt.

"He cut himself deeply all over his arms before he found the vein that did the job, he bled out." Harley finished only sobbing once here and there but I was still able to understand.

 

Present Day-

 

"Does anyone else want to say something about the young man?" The pastor running the ceremony asked.

I pushed myself to get out of the aisle, I fought my legs to make them walk to the front and I held my hands behind my back with I finally reached facing the audience. My full attention was on their mother, this was my chance to apologize.

"I know that it may seem wrong for me to be here and if you don't know why then I should start there.." I said thinking of a way to say what I wanted. "When a person is bullied, you don't generally see their bully at their funeral, I think that our relationship ran along the lines of that, maybe not the same situation completely. I do feel that I was the reason for this loss and I am stepping up and saying that I am sorry. You will never have to see me around this town because I am leaving, I want to have a fresh start.

I am sorry for the loss of the Styles family but I think me leaving should help with moving forward for everyone. I honestly believe that everyone makes mistakes and I made a big one, I have learned my lesson and I think that now I know what I want to study when I graduate now. At the same time that I am apologizing I am thanking you for all that you have done for me. You have all made a large mark on me." I said before looking at the green eyes that taunted me beside his mother. It was the first time that I had really looked at Marcel throughout the whole funeral. I looked down from his gaze. "May you rest in peace Harry," I said before stepping down and leaving the church. Turning away from a place that I never wanted to come back to.

 

A/n: That was it guys. Tear, Tear. I was thinking about doing a spin off series which if you don't know what that means is a story that would come out of this story but would make since even if you hadn't read this story. It would be about Harry as a ghost, a romance so he can get his happy ending. Comment if you would like for me to do so!

 

 

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