this chapter is going to show a few peoples pov all from the same day!
kaia's pov // october ten
three years. three years ago today, I lost my best friend, my brother, my world. three years ago today, I begged my mom to let me go out with pres, char, and his other friends for a starbucks run. so, three years ago today, I could've lost my own damn life too.
it was eight in the morning and I was the only one up. harry was sound asleep in his room while I was out on the sofa crying my eyes out. I tried being as silent as I could, but failed. I struggled to breathe as I choked out multiple times.
a part of me wanted to wake harry so he could hold me and tell me everything was okay, but another part of me didn't want him to see me like this. I would call calum, but it was four or five am where he was.
I looked at my lock screen, my heart aching at the sight of presley and i. "fuck." I threw my phone across the room as it hit the wall, making a loud thud, before it fell to the ground.
I suddenly heard footsteps coming from harry's room. I turned to see a sleep harry walking over to me. he looked at the wall then down at my phone, picking it up. "I'm sorry." I sniffled, "you could g-go back to sleep." he nodded no, sitting next to me, placing my phone on the coffee table. "come here." he mumbled, opening his arms for me. I didn't hesitate. I threw myself into his arms as I began sobbing harder than before. "I miss him."
"I know you do." he said calmly, running his fingers through my hair. "it's okay."
he held me for what felt like hours. I hated that I took up all this time for his trip but again, this is what happens every year.
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harry's pov
"hey." cindy, kaia's mum said.
"hello, good afternoon." I answered softly, "you doing alright?"
"I'll be fine." she sniffled, "kaia still asleep?"
"she woke up crying around eight," I started, "she thankfully fell back to sleep about fifteen minutes ago."
"still as bad as last year?" her mum asked.
I nodded yes, "she destroyed her phone."
she sighed, "we'll get that fixed later this week."
I nodded.
"have you seen matthew?"
"not today, no." I said, "is everything alright?"
"he wasn't here when I woke up," she shrugged. "not sure where he's gone."
"hes probably out on a walk. no need to worry."
"I guess."
"do you have any plans for today?"
"matt and I were going to go to the cemetery. not sure if that's still happening."
"let me know if you need me to come along, I'll drive you up."
"thank you harry." she said, giving me a weak smile. "I'll let you know."
"of course."
"I'm gonna go make myself some coffee, want me to make you some?" she asked.
"no thank you, I don't want to get up." I said. kaia was asleep on me with one of her arms around me, I don't want to wake her. cindy nodded, making her way back up.
matt's pov
it's been three years since I lost my first and only born son. I wasn't able to sleep all night. every time I shut my eyes, I saw him.
I decided to change into sweats and go for a run. hopefully I'll be able to run all these feelings and thoughts away.
ashton's pov
charlotte has locked herself up in my bathroom. she's been crying since we woke up about presley, since today marks three years since hes passed. she was supposed to fly to new york this morning and stay with kai for a bit, but couldn't get herself out of bed let alone get on a six hour flight.
"love?" I said, "please open the door."
"I d-don't want you to se-ee me like this." she stuttered.
"I just want to hold you baby, please?"
she continued to sob, not responding.
I sighed.
"I'm not leaving until you open the door." I started, "even if it takes all day."
she groaned, unlocking the door. "there."
I opened the door, letting myself in. she was sitting on the floor against the sink cabinet. her head sat on her knees as some of her hair covered her tear stained face. I shut the door, taking a seat next to her.
"hey." I said, sliding her onto my lap. "I'm here."
she wrapped her around around me, beginning to sob harder and louder.
I tried calming her down by playing with her hair but that was a kaia thing. it was pretty hard calming char down since nothing really helped. she just cried and cried for hours in my arms!
charlotte's pov
I've been in ashton's arms for the last hour or two, maybe three? I've lost track of time. I was supposed to fly to new york this morning to be with kai and her family but I couldn't get myself to do so. the thought of being in presley's home with his family again just upset me. it doesn't feel right being there today, knowing he wasn't there.
cindy's pov
after presley passed, we left his room just the way it is. the only people who entered his room was kaia, her father, charlotte, and I. everything was in the same place he left it in three years ago. his laptop was slightly opened on his bed while the bean bag chairs he begged matt and I to get him were lined up against the wall.
since he was in a rush to leave that day, his cologne bottle was left open on his desk while his deodorant was thrown on the bed. the mini basketball he had for the basket on the back of his door sat on the ground where it was last left from the last 'game' he played.
the only things taken from this room were the few shirts and hoodies kai and charlotte grabbed and the necklace I had around my neck that I took a few months after he passed.
I left his room, shutting the door behind me. I made my way back down to the kitchen, making myself another cup of coffee before sitting at the dining table.
calum's pov
today is the day kaia has been dreading for weeks now. three years ago today, she lost her older brother presley. charlotte was currently up in ashton's room, hysterical. the boys and I all woke up to her crying and screaming!
I can't imagine how kaia feels right now, what she's going through. I sent her a few texts this morning but they didn't deliver, her phone was probably off. I also sent a text to her parents, her mum answered.
"why aren't you with kaia mate?" michael asked.
"I wanted to go, but it's her week with harry." I explained. "harry's been going to the gerber's every year since presley passed."
