We Meet Again (Harry Styles / One Direction) [COMPLETE AND SLOWLY EDITING]

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

-Jordan's Pov-

*Flash  back / dream*

"Jordan, hunny, come home now" I have some bad news, my mum sobs into the phone.

"okay mom, I will come straight away" I rush

I grab my back pack and and run out from behind the the bleachers, hot tears running down my face.

I run up to my front door and slam the door open.

"Mom!" I shout

I run into the front room to see my mum laying on the coach tears streaming down her face. It was the must heart retching thing I have ever seen in my life.

"Mummy, what happened?" I sit down next to her and brush the hair from her face

"Your fa-farther, he-he di-died this morning in hospital" she sturtters

Shock crosses my face

"But I thought they said that he was getting better" I sob

She only shakes her head.

I climb next to my mum and arms wrap around each other.

I cry myself to sleep.

*Three days later*

I look at myself in the mirror.

I had mascara running down my face and I was skinnier than I had ever been before.

I flowy black dress hugged my figure but it did nothing to compliment it.

I look down at my speech cards and sigh. I don't know if I could make it through the whole speech without breaking down.

I meet my mum downstairs and we get inn the funeral limo. I swallow the lump in my throat and will my slef not to cry. It was a short drive and if it was any longer ai am sure

I clutch on to my mum's hand as we walk in to take our places.

The priest gives and kind welcome and starts his prays

"Now can we give our eyes to miss Jordan, daughter of John."

I walk up to the pew and gulp.

My father was a wonderful brave man and I am sure everyone who met him will agree with me. I love him and I will miss him dearly.

I carry on my speech and when I finally finish, a single silent tear rolled down my face.

The rest of the funeral went my quickly and before I knew it my father was being lowered into the ground.

I clutch on to my mum's hand like my life depends on it.

"Daddy" I cry

*end of dream / flash back*

My pillow was wet and I was tangled up in my sheets. I could feel someone stroking my hair and telling me it would be okay.

I look up into the tired face of Harry.

"What are you doing?" I ask him

'You were having a bad dream" he smiles while still stroking my hair.

I nod

"Come here" I scoot closer and he wraps his arms around my waist

He starts humming softly while I lay my head on his chest

I soon close my eyes and drift into a beautiful sleep.

*In the morning*

I open my eyes and look into the sleeping face of Harry. He was even more adorable when he was asleep.