epilogue

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"harry, you do know you're going to be late?" i say as i walk out of the bathroom of our small flat, buttoning up my white shirt im wearing for my interview today. 

"yes, yes i do in fact." he says, walking over to me, his phone and jacket in his hand.

he walks over to me and kisses me quickly.

"i love you, and i'll be back this evening."

i nod. me and harry both finished college early, as some would call dropping out, but we didnt drop out, we were both taking advanced courses, and so we graduated earlier.

we both went out to find jobs and harry came back with a job, while i came back with an interview. im both excited and nervous.

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i pull up to the tall building, where my interview for being a magazine editor is being held. im nervous, like sooo nervous as i walk inside the building. my heels click on the floor, and i head to an elevator and make it to the 17th floor.

after i get off the elevator i head to the reception desk.

"um, hi. i have an interview for the opening as the editor at the 'dreamer' magazine?" i say to the receptionist, who looks like  jennifer anniston and leonardo dicaprio had a baby, which would obviously be beautiful.

"oh, yes, y/n y/l/n, just take a seat over there and your name will be called once their ready for you." she smiles.

"thank you so much." i smile back.

i take a seat where she directed me, and wait for my name to be called.

"y/n y/l/n?" a male voice calls out. it sounds vaguely familiar, and once i see who had called my name, i laugh a bit.

"long time, no see." he says.

"you too, ben."

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