31. A Family Member Dies

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Harry: You hung up the phone and threw it down on the bed, collapsing down with it and starting to cry. Harry came into the room instantly upon hearing at you, rushing to your side and gently picking up your face. “Is she…?” You nodded, another fresh sob erupting from your throat - you had just lost your grandmother to lung cancer. Harry climbed into the bed with you, pulling you close to his chest and rocking you silently. “She loved you so much,” he whispered, “And you know how angry she’d be if she knew you were crying right now.” You giggled a little bit, “She’d be so angry.” “I know,” Harry chuckled, kissing your nose, “It’s all going to be okay. I’m going to be here, and you can get through this.” You nodded, laying back down on Harry and letting some tears fall. “I love you, [Y/N]. And she loved you, too.” 

Louis: You just got back from your mother’s funeral, and you collapsed on the couch, curling up with one of the cushions. Louis came up behind you, gently removing your shoes and your coat, but letting you stay on the couch. He knew that you wanted some space, and was content to let you have it. He moved into the kitchen, and came back a few minutes later with a cup of your favorite tea. You sat up and accepted it, smiling and patting the couch cushion next to you. Louis sat down and pulled you into his lap. You teared up, “I don’t mean to be distant… I just, I can’t believe that she’s…” Louis kissed you gently. “Ssh, drink your tea. I love you."

Liam: “Liam…,” you entered the flat, holding back tears, desperately needing your fiance. “Yes, [Y/N]?” Liam came out of the bedroom and rushed straight to your side, picking you up right as you collapsed to the ground, full on screaming. “God, he’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone and I should’ve done something!” Liam held you there while you pounded away into his chest. You had just lost your brother from car accident injuries, and you had been driving. “It was a drunk driver, [Y/N],” Liam cooed, “There was nothing you could’ve done.” “I just should’ve… I just should’ve…” You fought for the words, trying to find something to replace the gaping hole in your chest. “It’s all going to be okay, sunshine, I promise.” Liam kissed your nose and you looked up at him. “[Y/B/N] used to say that,” you whispered. “I know,” Liam looked at you, “He told me.” 

Niall: “I’m worried about you, [Y/N]…,” Niall walked into the study where you were sitting. “Why’s that?” You looked at him confused. “Because…,” he sat down next to you, putting his hand on your knee, “Your… your parents passed away. And I know you have to be strong for your siblings… but you don’t have to be strong for me. And you haven’t… been grieving.” Niall looked at the ground, but then met your gaze. “I’m okay… I just, have been dealing with it myself.” “That’s not healthy,” Niall continued to plead with you, “Please tell me.” That was all it took, and you exploded into sobs. “I’m so tired, and I’m so sick of being strong, and I just want to be done…” Niall pulled you into his lap, rocking you gently. “Ssh, [Y/N],” he pressed kisses to your face, “Let yourself get taken care of,” he took you to the bathroom and started a bath, and you started to protest. “No,” he shushed you, “We’re doing this. And I’m going to take care of you.” You nodded, exhaling heavily and smiling. “Love you,” you whispered. “Ssh, again,” Niall chuckled quietly, giving you a peck, “Love you more.” 

Zayn:  “It’s going to be okay…,” Zayn tried to reason with you, your sister just having lost her battle with HIV. “NO!” You screamed at him, “How can this ever be okay?! Nothing is ever, ever going to be okay!” You picked up a random dish and threw it against the wall. Zayn sighed deeply, before moving over to you and grabbing your arms firmly, but gently. “You need to breathe now, [Y/N],” he commanded, “Breathe.” You stopped for a second, focusing on your breathing, and then collapsing into sobs. Zayn carried you to your bed, tucking the both of you in and spooning you gently. “Ssh,” he kissed the back of your neck, “It will be okay. I promise. I don’t know how, but I know that she wouldn’t like you being so upset.” You nodded, pulling his arms tighter around you, “You’re right.” Zayn kissed your temple, “I know.” “Love you.” “Love you more.”

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