Harry's POV

We pulled up to a graveyard, where the funeral had taken place. I got out of the limo last, right behind Liam, who looked like he was going to throw up. Liam and Jessie had been holding hands the whole car ride, and I wondered if something was up with them. Every time Liam started to cry or looked like he was sick Jessie would comfort him.

I started to cry. Louis dying was just too much to bear. Louis was going to be buried into the ground, and I was just going to stand there and watch one of my closet friends go down into that pit. I wasn't going to let it happen. Whatever it took, I wasn't about to let it just go like that. At least, not without a fight.

Many people came. Our families, quite a few celebrities, and uninvited fans. The security guards tried to hold them off, but there were too many of them. With their phones in their hands, they came and snapped pictures of everything and everyone.

The coffin that held Louis was sitting on a table at the front of the room. It was closed, so none of the fans could snap pictures of it.

I suddenly grew angry. I thought about all the good times that Louis and I had had together. All those laughs, smiles, and carrots.

Who's going to eat all the carrots now? That's right, nobody. Who's going to be messing around with Niall on stage in the middle of something important? You got it, nobody. Who's going to take care of Kevin, Louis' favorite fake pigeon? Correct! Nobody.

Thinking about all the good things we had ever done together just made me angrier. I walked up to the coffin and just stared at it. The anger just kept building and building. It wouldn't stop growing.

I went to a storage closet in the back of a big building. I found just what I needed-- a hammer. I walked back over to the coffin, and when no one was looking lifted the hammer and smashed the coffin open. As I said, I wasn't going down without a fight. Bang! Bang! I didn't stop hitting the coffin. The anger was still building. Crazy fans were snapping pictures. Everybody stopped what they were doing and stared at the mess I was making. No one came over and tried to stop me. Everybody was just standing there stunned.

I kept hitting it until it chipped away, slowly revealing the body inside. Bang! Bang! Louis was pale, his eyes were closed, and was wearing a suit with a blood-red rose on to of the pocket on the top left of his jacket.

That image was one that I could never get out of my head. I finally stopped hitting the coffin, and, breathing hard, dropped the hammer to the floor. I tried to save him, but at that moment, I knew it was over.

Liam walked over to me and held my hand. Niall came next and held on to my other hand. Finally, Zayn came over and held onto Niall's hand. "I--I'm sorry. I couldn't--I didn't" I burst into tears right then, and I couldn't stop. Liam turned and faced the crowd of still-stunned faces and started a speech.

"Louis Tomlinson was a great son, friend, and, of course, bandmate. He was a very talented singer, and One Direction will never be the same again without him. We will never forget him, and he will always be in our hearts. Louis--" Liam looked at the door, very confused. Then his face went into some sort of a goofy smile.

Everybody followed Liam's gaze to the front door of the big room that we were in. And, standing there, was Louis Tomlinson. Alive, healthy, and walking, was the Louis Tomlinson.

Notes

OHMIGOSH!!! :)