(Sequel to Emily)
After such a tragic death, the boys of One Direction are heart shattered. Yet, there is no time to mourn because Louis and Harry still have to be parents. But as time progresses, they both realize, along with the other boys, that having that responsibility is a challenge. More importantly, they start to realize that letting go and acceptance is difficult when you are broken.


17. Chapter 15

POV Emily

"So, how's everything going?" Maya asked.

"I'm better. I have a massive headache but oh well." Dad explained. Maya smiled and tucked a couple strands of her short pale blonde locks behind her ear.

"Maybe you should get some rest." I said pulling him off the couch. He sighed and let me drag him upstairs.

"Could you make sure everyone is okay? I haven't seen Louis or Carrie or the twins." Dad whispered grabbing a pair of grey sweatpants from his drawer. I nodded. He peeled his tee off and I glanced to find a huge blotch of black and blue forming over his stomach. I gasped.

He looked down and bit his lip. "It's fine sweetie. Don't worry about me okay?"

"I'm so sorry." I mumbled. This was all my fault. If I would've just told my father about Tyler or not have got involved with him in the first place, none of this would've happened.

"I'm fine. Really. Just go do what I said okay?"

I nodded and exited the room before I could apologize again.

"Uncle Lou?" I called knocking on his door. The door swung open to reveal a forlorn looking Louis.

"Yes Emily?"

"Dad just wanted me to make sure everyone was okay." I answered. "Are you okay?"

He took a deep breath closed his eyes. "Your Aunt Carrie and I will not be seeing each other anymore."

My eyes went wide. "Your getting a divorce? What happened?"

"She cheated on me."

I gasped. I can't imagine Carrie, the sweet little lady from my childhood years, cheating on my uncle. I can't.

"Four times." Louis whispered, his eyes closing again.

"I'm sorry."

He sighed forlornly. "Me too." Louis grabbed my hand lightly. "I'm going to go talk to your father. Could you check on the twins? They might've heard our screaming match."

I nodded and let him walk past me. I couldn't help but feel bad for the poor lad. Everything is happening at once and he can't keep up. He deserves a break.

I lightly knocked on Sara's door. Pop music could be faintly heard through the door. "Sara? Can I talk to you?"

She swung the door open and crossed her arms. "What?"

I rolled my eyes at her snappy attitude. "Are you alright? Is Louis with you?"

She frowned and opened the door so I could walk into her pink room. I scowled at the obnoxious color. Judging by her face, Sara wasn't quite fond of it either. Louis sat cross legged in the bed, his head in his hands, the light brown strands of his hair falling messily over his hands. I cautiously made my way over to the edge of the bed. Louis didn't even look up.

"Are you alright?" I whispered touching his arm lightly. He shook his head.

"We heard dad and Carrie fighting." Sara answered in response to his silence. I sighed.

"I'm sorry." There wasn't much else to say. I didn't want to tell them about the divorce, it wasn't my place, but I also didn't want to reassure them.

Louis finally lifted his head, his eyes red and watery. "How could she do that?"

"Cause she doesn't care about dad." Sara scoffed. I found it rather amusing how Louis was the one getting emotional while Sara was the one getting angry.

"Just promise me," I sighed pulling them both close to me. "no matter what happens, please know that your father is doing what's best."

They both nodded, Louis slower than Sara's.

"Why don't I take you guys out for ice cream? Maybe the movies?" I suggested. Sara smiled.

"I could use some ice cream." She agreed happily.

"Me too." Sniffed Louis.

"Ice cream it is."

POV Harry

"I'm sorry Lou." I yawned patting his shoulder. "She doesn't deserve you."

"She said such hurtful things." He whimpered, burying his face in his hands.


"Anna." His voice came out choked and I clenched my fists. No one should be talking badly about my Anna. That's not okay.

"I had to hold it together. I knew if she didn't leave I would've done something I regretted and I can't give that image to Louis, it's not-"

I placed my hand on his shoulder, halting his voice. "I get it Louis. I hate to interrupt you but could you possibly get my medicine from downstairs. My headache hasn't got much better." My brain felt like it was going to explode any minute. The flashbacks have gotten worse, causing hallucinations. I might freak.

"Sure. I'll be right back." He agreed hopping off the bed and walking to the door. Once the door closed, I laid back, the duvet hugging my body warmly. I just needed rest. Rest.

My eyes fluttered open when I felt a gust of wind hit me. I turned my head to the large white framed window plastered on the wall. My heart stopped at the sight of a small blonde woman staring at me with bright blue eyes. Those blue eyes. The eyes I fell in love with.

"Harry?" She squeaked, tears brimming her eyes. I almost had the urge to walk to her and kiss them away but I refused, remaining silent in the bed. It's not her. It's unreal. My mind is just playing tricks on me.

It can't be her.

She slowly walked over to me, her steps cautious and weak. She's not real. She's not.

Her cold hands cupped my cheeks and I knew this was no mind game. The sparks returned. The sparks I thought I would never feel again.

The door swung open, and I heard a glass shatter on the hardwood floor.



Yep. That just happened. A special thanks to 'only a dreamer' for the well thought out advice. Hopefully, it'll work out as you like.

I love you to the moon and back


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