Chapter 2 - Death
I looked down at the silver diamond engagement ring on the ring finger of my left hand. It was a simple ring, a diamond in the center with tiny diamonds in the band of the ring. Along with it was my actual wedding band, plain and silver and simple. Apparently I needed to wear both of these rings, to make the marriage look more official, as to say. Harry and I had signed the papers, so now we were legally and officially married. A married couple. A not-so-happy married freaking couple.
It was weird, the thought of being married. When I was little, I had always imagined my marriage to be something amazing. When my dad had passed away, my biggest concern was who was going to walk me down the aisle. Can you believe that? I was worried about that more than I was worried about who I was going to be marrying. But now I guess it didn't really matter anymore, I sigh, as I look at the two rings.
There was no wedding, I didn't see the point of it. A wedding is something you would want to remember forever and for me, that wasn't the case. As far as I'm concerned, I wasn't marrying a guy that I loved. I was marrying someone I have never met before. It was bullshit, to say the least, but I had to do this for my mother. It's what she wants.
A sigh escaped my lips as I grabbed my phone and went on Twitter, scrolling through my time line until something caught my eye, making them grow wide in astonishment. I had gone from two hundred something followers to over seven thousand! How in the world does that happen? And when I clicked my mentions, I saw they were filled up with questions from people I didn't even know.
"They're from the fans." A deep voice causes me to jump, startled, as I look up to see Harry sitting down on the love seat across from me. "Guess they found your Twitter."
"Guess so," I mumble, locking my phone and putting on the couch next to me. "By the way, what did you tell your fans? About us? Didn't they question on how I've never been mentioned before? And all of a sudden you're married to me?" My curiosity was, to say the least, piqued.
"Yeah, about that," Harry spoke slowly, sitting up properly. "I had to tell them that we have been secretly seeing each other for a couple of years. We just kept it extremely low in profile, and you were disguised whenever you came to 'visit' us on shows or whatever."
My eyebrows shot up. "And they believed you?" Bullshit explanation, but I'm surprised if they bought it.
"We were very convincing," Harry shrugs with a proud grin.
I roll my blue eyes. "Why'd you agree to this, anyway?" I ask him, leaning back on the couch as I narrow my eyes at him, asking the question I had been wondering about the most. "Why in the world did you agree on marrying me? No one in their right mind would.”
"It's not like I had a choice," he replies in a gruff tone, crossing his arms over his chest. "My mum basically forced me into this—saying how it'd make her best friend happy. I couldn't say no, knowing what was happening to your mum." I gave him a small smile at that, but it quickly disappeared on the account of his next few words. "Plus, it helps that you're extremely hot."
I scoff. "Pig," I say, standing up.
"Not a very nice thing to say to your husband," Harry smirks, standing up as well.
I flinched at that word, hating the way it rolled off his tongue. I glared up at him, my icy blue eyes boring into his bright green ones. "Seven billion people in the world, and I'm stuck being married to you," I seethe. I already hate this kid.
Harry's jaw clenched as he looked down at me. "No need to be a bitch, Mrs. Styles."
"Call me that one more time, and I'll punch you in the gut," I snap at him. "I have a black belt in taekwondo, and I'll put it in some good use."
Harry rolled his eyes as I walked past him, only so clearly hearing him mutter something under his breath. "Bitch."
"I don't know what to do, Louis," I groan into the cell phone as I speak with my best friend. "This whole thing was so forced on to us, and now we can't do anything about it."
Louis simply laughed on the other end of the phone. "Who would've thought that you were the one to get married first out of the rest of us?"
"Louis!" I exclaim in exasperation. "This is serious!"
"I know, I know, sorry," Louis's laughter died down a bit. "But you've gotta cut her some slack, Haz. The girl's mum is dying. So she's gonna be a bit on edge."
I groan once again. "I can't even imagine what she's gonna be like after," I say whilst running my free hand through my curly hair, pacing in the Ross's backyard.
"Well, as Kelsey's husband, you've got to help her pull through," Louis says matter-of-factly.
Husband. I was that girl's husband, and she was my wife. I can't believe my mother had gotten me into this mess, and I can't believe Simon and Management let her do this. I understand that Klara is mum's best friend, but did she have to offer me? My freedom? Now that I'm married to a girl that I don't know—much less even met before—I'm not going to be able to go out with girls like I normally would. All I am now is tied down to the same, single girl. The thought was horrifying.
"This is just not fair," I tell him as I stop pacing and look up in the clear blue Miami sky. "I don't want to be married to her."
Louis chuckles. "How do you think she feels?" he questions, and I can just picture him raising his eyebrows. "From what you've told me, she's not too excited to be married to you, either." Then he adds, "Look, lad, you're not the only victim here. Neither of you wanted to get married, you both just got thrown into this."
"Doesn't give her the right to be such a bitch to me," I mumble, thinking about what happened earlier.
Once again, the older boy chuckles. "Give her time to adjust, mate," he says. "She—" Louis was suddenly cut off.
"Mom!" I heard Kelsey's voice shout. "M-Mom, no! Wake up! Mom! H-Harry!"
When I heard my name from Kelsey's mouth, I knew something was wrong. Hanging up the phone without saying anything to Louis, I ran back inside the house and towards where I heard Kelsey shouting. Bounding up the stairs, I stopped short in front of Klara's room, my eyes widening. Kelsey was sobbing on her mother's bed, holding on to Klara's shoulders as she shook her mum's lifeless body, her own body racking with sobs.
"Mom! No! You have to wake up, please!" Kelsey's voice broke as she shook her mum, fruitlessly trying to bring her mother back. Oh, shit.
I ran to her side, looking over her shoulder as I saw her mum's eyes closed, her blue eyes no longer in view. Kelsey was shaking as tears leaked down her cheeks, sobs escaping her mouth as my own mother ran into the room.
"Oh, no," Mum gasps as she walked to Klara's other side. "Klara... No..."
Mum's eyes began to water as Kelsey shook her head. "N-No, she's alive! She has to be," she exclaims, and my heart broke. I know she was awfully rude to me before, but she just found her mother dead on the bed... And I know I have to comfort her at the moment, because honestly, I wouldn't be okay with myself if I didn't.
"Harry, t-take Kelsey o-out of the r-room," Mum stutters out and I looked at her. Tears were pouring out of her own eyes, and my heart fell. I was in front of two women that were sobbing their hearts out, and it broke my heart--especially when I saw my mother's pained expression.
Nodding at her words, I bit my bottom lip as I held on to Kelsey's shoulders, forcing her to stand up. "No!" she yells suddenly, thrashing around in my arms, trying to escape. "Stop! I can't go! Mom! Wake up! Please!" She wouldn't stop trying to wrench herself away from my arms, but my grip around her was tight.
"Kelsey," I spoke softly as she continued to thrash around in my arms, wanting to be closer to her mother.
"No, she's alive!" Tears ran down her flushed cheeks. "She's just asleep. Mom, wake up, come on!"
"Kelsey," I say a bit louder, grabbing her attention. "Stop; come here, love," I add, my tone growing soft.
Kelsey broke down, her sobs much louder as she shut her eyes tightly, crying. Mum just stared at Klara's lifeless body as I held up Kelsey by her shoulders, before pulling her into a tight hug. Her cheek rested on my chest, tears staining my shirt but I didn't care at the moment. My arms wrapped around her small body as I hugged her and she cried, her arms around my torso.
"Mom," she whimpers into my chest, a sob soon following after.
"Shh, shh, it's okay," I whisper as I slowly took her out of the room.
Kelsey continued to cry as I took her to her room, still hugging her as we sat on the edge of the bed. "She's gone," she cries. "I-It’s not okay.”
As much of a bitch she was being to me before, none of that matter as I held her right now, clueless on how to comfort her during this loss but willing to try. I know how I would feel if God forbid my mother passed away—I can only just imagine the pain this girl is going through right now.
A few minutes later, Kelsey's cries grew softer and quieter, until I was certain that she wasn't crying anymore. When I looked down, I saw that she had fallen asleep out of exhaustion, emotionally drained. Picking her up, I gently laid her down on the bed, letting her sleep peacefully as I took the covers and draped them over her figure. Biting my bottom lip, I walk out of Kelsey's room as I shut the door behind me, before going down the stairs.
When I enter the living room, I see Mum crying on the couch and Gemma comforting her, arms around her shoulders as she hugged Mum. I walk over to them, sitting on the other side of Mum as I wrap my arm around her shoulders as well. "It'll be okay, Mum. Don't worry."
Mum sighs as she rubs her face, sniffling slightly before looking at me. "How's Kelsey?"
"She cried a lot, but then fell asleep," I tell her solemnly, lips pressing together.
"This is just awful," Gemma says with a sad sigh. "We didn't expect Klara to just... Give out so soon. And Kelsey—she literally saw it happen. Imagine that.”
"The poor thing," Mum says quietly. "I need to get things ready for the funeral. And after that, Harry, you're going to take Kelsey to London, okay?"
I nod. "Yeah, I know."
"And please, be easy with her, alright," Mum continues. "The poor thing is most likely going to be an emotional mess. This is too much for her."
"I know, Mum," I tell her, biting my bottom lip. "I know..."