"I had fun tonight." Harry and I walk out of the venue hand in hand. But my mood has turned somber,

"Lyla"

I turn around holding his hands a low, I take a step forwards to meet his green orbs.
I take a deep breath "Harry" I bite my lower lip. "Hey, you can tell me anything." He looks deep in my soul. I look to the ground not being able to face him.

"Lyla" he brings my chin up "Hey what's going on?" He caress my cheek.
"Harry I haven't" I am interrupted by my phone ringing. "Sorry" I take his hands out of mine.

"umm hello" I answer the phone moving some hair behind my ear.
"Gran what's going on?"




I run in and push through the double glass doors, with Harry behind me, we jog together to the nurses station. "Lyla" I hear my gran and I run to her .

"What happened?" I put my hands on her shoulders. "I don't know, he just stopped breathing" I pull her in my embrace and sooth her hair I cry on her shoulder and see Harry looking at me with his hands in his pockets. "Shh" I try and calm her.

---

"You should try and eat something" I tell gran as we sit in the cafeteria.
"I'll grab you guys a tea" Harry stands up. I am so thankful and grateful he is here right now.

"Any better" I ask her, dumb question Lyla. "why won't anyone tell us what's going on?" She asks scanning around the empty cafeteria.
"Smith family" gran and I look up to see a nurse. "I'll go" Harry says he and I both stand up.
"Thanks" I murmur sitting back down trying to comfort gran.

Harry has been gone for a while, which only means one thing. "I'll be back" I say to gran as I stand up and make way to the corridor where I see the nurse leaving Harry, he turns around with red glassy eyes, and I grab onto the wall for support.

He comes and grabs me as I can feel the room spinning. "I'm so sorry Lyla." He whispers and I choke on my sobs. I feel like my heart has stopped beating and the world has stopped spinning. "No, no, no" I repeat. He picks me up and takes me the waiting room chairs. "Wait gran" I try and get up, but he gently pushes me back down. "It's ok love, I'll go get her."

This here and now, is it my karma? Becsue of the whole situation with harry. I bury my hands over my face and try to stop the tears.

I then see Harry and nan coming, his arm around hers. I run up to her and hug like I'm not ever going to let go.

---

Today is the day of granddads funeral. It has been seven whole days, since he has been gone, seven whole days since a missing part of this family, seven whole days since my gran has lost the love of her life. I slide my dress over my head. http://www.loef.boutique/blog/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/18wg7Ww.jpg


"Hey can you zip me up." I ask Harry. "Of course love." He comes up behind me and zips my dress up and then places a delicate kiss on my shoulder, I turn to face him and wrap my arms around his neck I lean my forehead against his, "Thank you so much for being here harry" I whisper. He grabs my hands from around his neck and kisses it "I wouldn't be anywhere else"

"I'll go check on your gran" He says and I nod.

The past week Harry has been amazing, he has never left my side, when I first bought him to my house I was a bit intimidated but he reminded me that it didn't matter and he didn't judge me at all. I guess I should of known better.

Harry comes back in my room, with a worried look. "Umm maybe you should talk to her." I nod my head and rush to her.

"Nan" I see her sitting on the bed with a frame in her hands. I go and sit beside her and see a photo of her and my grandfather on their wedding day.
"How do I go on Lyla?" A tear spills from her left eye. I wrap my arm around her, "It's not going to be easy, but I promise I'm not leaving your side." I kiss the top of her head and get a hit of her vanilla shampoo.

---

We arrive at the church at the turn out is pretty big I must say, but granddad always made time to talk and be nice to everyone. He was such a kind, selfless, free spirited man.

Gran is now up at the podium saying her last words to her her husband. She concludes her speech.
"I am not saying goodbye to you today, I am simply saying I will see you later. May you rest in peace with our lovely daughter. Until we all reunite again.
I can feel Harry's eyes burn on me as his arm hasn't left my shoulder. I quickly glance at him and the look back at gran who takes her seat next to me and I grab her shaky hands.

After the ceremony is over we head outside the church where people offer their condolences. Harry has his arm around my waist. "Lyla, why didn't you tell me?" He refers to my mum.
"I, I umm"

"LYLA" I hear my name oh no!


"Jack what are you doing here"
"My condolences". I shake his hand.

It remains silent.

"Jack Harry, Harry Jack" I look at Harry's hand as it shakes Jack's

I then see a crow of people, really?

"Lyla, honey what's going on" Gran comes out and can see the flashing lights. "Nothing go inside with Harry please." I look at him. "I'm so sorry Lyla I didn't think they would find me here" He looks at the paps.

"I know so inconsiderate." Jack steps in and I glare at him.

"Harry please take my car and I'll meet you at the wake" I give him my keys and look at him desperately. He nods and kisses the top of my head. "Be careful" He whispers before leaving.

I see Jack waving both of them off sarcastically. Then I push him on his chest

"JACK REALLY" I yell. "Lyla, don't start."
"What do you want?"
"I want you to do your job" I cross my arms.

"It's my grandfathers funeral Jack." I point out.

"Ok, Ok" He puts his hands up in defeat. "That was bit harsh, but at least I could a good story. Harry Styles attends funeral with mystery girl."

"Your such an ass" I yell again.

"Yea I'm an ass that keeps a roof over your head."
I being to walk away. But he grabs my arm "Unless you want and your precious grandmother to be homeless, I suggest you do as I say." He holds my arm in a tight grip.


Today is the worst day, I can't keep breaking Harry's heart, but my gran she is no one left except me and it is my responsibility to keep a roof over hear head. I let go of him and sammy final goodbyes to my grandfather with a man I am falling in love with, whose heart I am breaking - Harry.

Notes