CHAPTER SEVEN.

He still looked so beautiful. So handsome. He was lying on the sofa, where someone had obviously shut his eyes. He looked like he was sleeping, apart from where you could see his neck snap. I walked towards him, each step being more painful then the first. I held his hand, eventhough it was so cold. I stroked his dark brown curly hair for the last time I would or could.

"Goodbye handsome. I'll never forget you. I love you." I whispered to him. They literally had to tear me away, I didn't ever want to leave him, although I knew I had to. Louis and Daisy took me into a spare bedroom. Niall and Zoe where still going at it. I lay on the bed crying, crying and crying. Louis put his arm around me again and I cried the hardest I had in years.

A week later, it was Harry's funeral. It had been the hardest week of my life, I'd only stopped crying a couple of times. Thank god for my two best friends, Louis and Daisy. As I got ready for the funeral, I kept on thinking about how amazing Harry was. I didn't bother putting any makeup on, it would just run when I cried anyway. I heard a soft tap on the door.

"Come in." I said.

It was Louis. "Are you ok? Ready to go?"

"Yeah" I said, getting off my chair.

"Wow." smiled Louis. "I can see why Harry loved you."

"Shutup" I said, hugging him.

He smiled and grabbed my arm as we headed downstairs. The house seemed quiet, the death had sank in for everyone but me. I still couldn't believe it. I felt nauseau come to me and I ran to the toilet and threw up. I felt groggy and a mess.

"You alright?" called Louis.

"Yeah, just nervous I guess." I sighed. I flushed the sick down and stood up. Louis was waiting outside the door. We had become huge friends since Harry'd got turned back. He'd been like his brother. I was glad to have such an amazing friend like him. It was an hour's journey to Harry's hometown in Texas. We walked into the church and sat down on the first few pews. I saw all of Harry's family who I hadn't seen in ages.

"This is where our wedding would of been." I sobbed to Louis. He squeezed my hand and whispered to me to stay strong. The service went too fast, I still felt I hadn't told him goodbye. We drove back in silence. I didn't want to talk or even think to be honest. I blasted mine and Harry's song on my iPod and slept for the first time in a week.

I woke up feeling sick, so I ran to the toilet and threw up again. I wondered why.. and then I thought. I ran to Louis.

"Louis?"

"Yeah?" he looked up from the book he was reading.

"I think I might be.."

"Yeah, I thought so too. That's why I got you a test."

"Your so sweet" I went and hugged him.

I walked into the bathroom and did the test.

I sighed gently. "Two minutes."

I sat on the floor and groaned.

"KNOCK KNOCK." yelled Louis, walking in.

"oi! what if I'd of been naked?"

"Wouldn't of minded." he winked. He sat down next to me.

"One minute."

I felt nervous. What if I was? I was only 17, but I don't believe in abortion. I'd keep it, I wouldn't do anything else. A minute seemed to fly past. I looked at the stick and my heart raced.. "Ah shit" I said, "It's positive."