* Two days later *
"Here we are."
The taxi had stopped in a small parking place after almost an hour of driving in the countryside. I stepped out of the car and helped Harry to get out. Standing on one foot and resting on my shoulders, he waited for the taxi driver to get his crutches out of the trunk.
"I'm lucky you're small," he teased, looking down at me.
I shrugged my shoulders, "you know I can push you with no efforts, do you? It'd be sad to get back to the hospital!"
"You wouldn't dare!" He faked a surprised expression and winked.
I smirked and answered quietly, "would I? You could be surprised!"
But then, the taxi driver gave him his crutches so he stopped leaning on me.
"I'm safe now!" And he stuck out his tongue at me.
"You wish," I muttered while paying for the taxi.
Then, I walked back beside Harry and we began making our way toward the black portal ahead of us.
Harry and I just got out of the hospital. Our states were slightly better but my injured shoulder was nothing besides Harry's thigh. The doctors had allowed him to walk a bit today but only with his crutches. He was walking slowly because he wasn't used to them for now but it didn't matter. Time seemed to last longer and I would never mind having to stay by his side.
Harry had had the right to leave because we had decided to go to the cemetery. He actually wasn't supposed to leave his bed but considering the circumstances and after a whole afternoon spent arguing with the doctors, they had agreed to let him go for a few hours.
He was slowly gaining back his strengths but it would take him months to be truly healed.
But today, he wanted to be as strong as possible. We couldn't go to Liam's funeral yesterday but Harry wanted to give him one last homage.
We reached the entrance of the cemetery and started to look for Liam's grave.
"I don't think I would have been able to handle his funerals," Harry muttered, looking around him. "I know we weren't expected that to happen but after two years, we had started to think that their funerals would be the last time we would see them. But it would have been less hard because we wouldn't have known what would have happened to them. Now that we know the truth and how he died... now... it hurts even more." He stopped walking and talking and looked up at the clouds in the sky. It seemed he was trying to stop the tears in the corner of his eyes to fall by doing this. But it didn't work and a tiny tear escaped and slowly streamed down his cheek as his green eyes still were looking up.
"We will never know if he truly had regrets. But if he had known how it would end, he wouldn't have acted that way. He wouldn't have trusted him," he spat the last word replacing the name he was disgusted to pronounce.
I walked closer toward him and squeezed his arm slightly. Slowly, he looked down at me and I noticed his eyes were full of tears. "He had regrets. When I escaped to go at Gemma's, he saw me leaving but he didn't stop me. He told me to stay quiet. Then he went away with Louis and I was able to escape."
"He didn't stop you?" I shook my head.
"I don't know why and I shall never know but I think we owe him more than we think. If he hadn't let me escape, who knows what would have happened?"
"I don't even want to know," Harry whispered, still looking at me. "But he would have paid if I had heard a gunshot just after you left the room, Scarlett."
I gave him a faint smile and carried on talking, "and he also refused to kill me. That's what caused his death." I didn't feel guilty. I hadn't had to feel guilty because everything hadn't been my fault. But he didn't deserve to die that way.
"I know we shouldn't blame him now because it wouldn't be fair but even though he wasn't as bad as he seemed, he almost tortured you. And I will never forgive that. That state of yours when we got in the house that night..." I was trying to forget that awful memory out of my mind but it wouldn't fade away. I had never seen someone hurt so badly and I still felt guilty because it wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been for me.
I felt Harry's arms around me and my face soon rested against his chest.
"Don't think about it all, Scarlett. It's over now. Don't make yourself sick with all that in mind. But if you ever have nightmares because of it, I'll be there, okay?" he said softly and I nodded in his chest.
"But keep in mind that you still haven't seen me without any wound and scars," he added cheekily and I saw him wink. I rolled my eyes and laughed. It would be interesting, wouldn't it?
"Let's search for its grave, shall we now?" he then inquired more seriously. I nodded and we started to walk again.
The cemetery wasn't big but we took our time to find his.
And then, here it was, written on a black stone:
Liam James Payne
"Who would have thought he would die first?" Harry muttered, mainly to himself.
With more and more tears falling down his face, Harry stared for long minutes at the gravestone. It surely reminded him of all the memories he had shared with Liam. He may have turned bad but I had heard One Direction had been together for four years before he disappeared. And no matter what, nothing would ever change four years of memories. His latest behavior shouldn't make the other remaining members forget about his old him. They had been happy and had been more than friends all those times. That was all that mattered.
After a while, he finally moved and went to sit on a bench near Liam's grave. There, he put his crutches down on the ground and hold his thigh in his hands, wincing. It must be so painful for him.
I walked toward him and sat down beside him.
"How do you feel?" I inquired and he replied quickly without looking at me, "It still hurts a lot but I don't want to go back to the hospital now."
"No, I meant... How do you feel about that?" And I pointed out the cemetery around us, mainly Liam's grave.
"I can't believe whose grave I went to see." It was his only reply.
I rested my head on his shoulder and took his hand in mine, squeezing it a little. He rested his head back on mine and tightened his fingers wrapped around mine.
"He'll rest in peace now," he murmured and I nodded. "And our fans will never know what happened. They don't have to know; they don't need to."
"Do they know he died yet?" He shrugged his shoulders bit.
"I don't know. Maybe. It must be so hard for them too..."
We stayed silent for a while and I finally asked the question I've been wanting to know the answer to since we had been in the hospital, "what about Louis? There is only him left now."
"I guess he'll be judged very soon. Gemma told me he had spent a whole afternoon talking with Eleanor and then, she hadn't seen any of them anymore afterwards."
"Not even Eleanor? That's weird..."
"She must still be shocked. I think she needs to be alone for a while."
I nodded once again before speaking, "do you think she will forgive him? Do you think they'll get back together?"
I had to admit I had been shocked to learn Louis wasn't as insensitive as I thought he was but what would happen between them now?
Harry was about to answer but another voice spoke before him,
"I don't think she will."
Harry and I both jumped of surprise and turned around at the same to find Louis standing behind us. He was looking sad, pale and tired. But he looked at us with a weak smile on his face through the clear sadness written on his face.
"How could she forgive me? Who would be crazy enough to forgive someone like me?" he whispered.
"Someone crazy in love," I replied and gasped. I didn't mean to say that aloud because he surely wasn't expecting an answer.
"Love can blind people but not for something like that. Sometimes, love isn't always able to heal the deepest wound." I couldn't believe Louis was speaking those words.
"Why are you here, Louis?" Harry asked him in a quite sharp way.
"I'm here for Liam. I couldn't come to his funerals; I wasn't allowed to. And I'm here as a free man for the last time in years."
I knitted my eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
"I've been sentenced yesterday. I'm gonna spend the next five years of my life in jail."
None of us answered. We couldn't say we were sorry or that he didn't deserve them.
"So I guess this is goodbye. For real." Harry nodded while looking down at his hands.
"Goodbye," we both said together.
"Goodbye, Harry. Goodbye, Scarlett. I know it won't change anything but just so you know that I truly mean it. I'm sorry."
And he turned around, walking away.
We stared at him but he stopped a few meters away. His hands in his pockets, he stayed still for a while before turning around to face us.
Tears were rolling down his face.
"Don't let hate destroy you like it destroyed us."
Holding my hand tighter in his, Harry said in a whisper, "we won't."
Louis turned around, walking away again.
And, sitting on the bench, we watched his figure fading away for the last time.
* THE END *