Always

Chapter 55

I finish up my classes and head to the coffee shop, I grab some food and walk to the dorm. Ashleys still at classes and I hope Harry is too, I wouldn't be suprised if he skiped after Creative writing. I hear my phone go off and I pull it out to check.

*Come to my dorm.* It says from Harry.

I slide it open and reply. *Okay, I'll be over in a few.* I send and grab my keys, I walk to my car and pull away. I drive to Harrys dorm and park. I walk up the stairs and open the door. "Whats wrong?" I ask sitting on the bed next to him. He lowers his head looking at his bed what is going on.

"It's this weekend." He says looking down, he looks sad, whats this weekend?

"Whats this weekend?" I ask.

"The memorial, its this weekend, and I have to make a speech." He says griping onto a peice if paper.

"Harry, its okay, you don't have to give a speech if you don't want to." I tell him lifting his head up.

"No, I feel like I do, I really want to, I really do It's just not easy writing this." He says to me and he frowns, I can't imagine how hard that must be, writing a speech for your past mother.

"Okay, just take it slow." I said.

I pull the peice of paper out from the tight grip of his hands, I grab a book he has on his night stand to have a hard surface under it.

"Okay, Harry you can do this. Just start it of with, uh." I say looking at him, I don't know what people say in these. I turn his head so he can look back at me.

"Can you remind me, I need to stop at my shit of my fathers to tell him again that he's not going. If I don't he will show up and I'm not allowing that." Harry says and I frown hearing about his dad.

"Okay, sure." I say sad for what he had to do.

"Um so lets thank them for coming." I say so we don't have to talk about his dad, Harry always gets so sad talking about him and I hate seeing him sad like this.

"Yeah, sure why not. Lets thank everyone for coming when they didn't even help when it was happening." Harry starts yelling.

"Harry, we don't have to thank them then, lets just say Thanks for not helping me and my mom during the time it matterd." I say sarcasticly.

"Why not its true, they don't give a shit there're coming out of guilt most of them, I don't know why I'm having this damn thing anymore, I was just was doing it cause it would have been what she wanted." Harry yells walking around the room, He starts breathing rapidly and I start getting worried for him.

"Harry calm down." I say to him standing up. I rest my hand on his tense shoulders and he starts to calm down

"Harry, just breathe." I say and he takes deep breaths to calm down.

"It's, just not right. How am I supose to do this. Who does this." He say not breaking eye contact with me, I see the pain in his eyes and it makes me want to cry. He has gone through just so much, I want to take all his pain away.

"Most peple don't, I'm telling you the truth I wont lie. This does not look easy, I wouldn't be able to do any of this. Your mom would be so proud of you, I bet she is proud. she's happy your doing all this.'' I Say to him.

"Okay, I know what I'm going to write." He says and gets onto the bed and grabs the paper and pen.

"Do you need my help?" I ask sitting next to him.

"No, I can do this." He says and starts to write. After a while he grabs more paper and keeps writing.

He finishes up and lays on the bed exsausted, It took him awhile to do it.