Oblivion [H.S.]

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A/N:

So I know not a lot of people are reading this, but I appreciate the few people that is. Thank you.

It's been a little change in the story. It does not take place in Whitby anymore, as I don't know a lot about Whitby, and having to google it takes a lot of time. So therefore, I will from now on write London, and that's where they are from. It'll be easier for me, because I know more about London. Hope it's not confusing, I'm sorry.

And also this is unedited because I'm tired af and my head hurts and my nose is stuffy so I need to go to bed.

Please comment, share and vote! It would truly mean the world to me. It's like my fuel. It keeps me going. So please, please, PLEASE comment and vote because if not I don't really feel like anybody even reads or cares about my story, and I need to know that there is. So yah.

Enjoy! And as always, au revoir ♧

-Caroline xx.

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The 23rd of September slowly creeped its way onto Harrys calender, and he hadn't checked the date in a while because, well, he was afraid. That day was never going to be the same again, and Harry knew that, and he tried to ignore the fact that he wasn't even going to kiss her on their anniversary. It was their 4th anniversary, but he wasn't even sure he could call it an anniversary anymore. They weren't even together. Harry wanted to believe that they were still together and that this would go away in no time, like it was a fight or something. But eventually he had to face the harsh, painful truth and realise that they were not together anymore. Nevertheless, that day still meant the world to Harry. It was Sophia's birthday as well, so it obviously meant a lot.

Of course, Claire had called off all plans Sophia had that day. Well, the plans others had made for her that day, because she knew what day it was, and she wanted Sophia to spend the day with Harry no matter what. She didn't tell Sophia why though. Harry wanted to surprise her and tell her himself, so Claire was all giggly and secretive all day, Sophia getting more and more confused, and a bit scared.

At 4 p.m. Harry knocked on Sophia's door, wearing dark blue skinny jeans, brown boots, a white t-shirt, a flannel and a leather jacket over, since it was chilly outside. The snow was still falling, which surprised them all because it was September, and it never snowed in September. Even the cold air caught them off guard. London was never the warmest place, but it wasn't the coldest either. They mostly had rainy autumns.

A grinning Grace opened the door hurredly, and embraced Harry quickly before sending him up to Sophia. He went upstairs, nerves starting to get him, and he hoped so dearly that she wanted to spend the day with him and that she would be happy to find out what day it was. Harry had also made plans for the day, so to say he was nervous was an understatement. The door to Sophia's room was visible to Harry now, and he took a deep breath before knocking three times.

"Come in," Sophia said, and Harry noticed how she hadn't asked who it was, like she had the last time. Opening the door slowly, he grinned as he saw her sitting by the window like last time. She smiled when noticing it was Harry, and a surprised and overwhelmed look crossed her face as Harry got closer to her, now seeing what he was holding.

"Hello, darling," Harry said and sat down next to her, smirking at her.

"Hi." She pointed carefully at the bouquet Harry was holding. "A-are those for me?"

Nodding, he handed them to her, feeling his heart flutter when he saw the smile that appeared on her face. "Happy birthday, love."

"Oh, I forgot it was my birthday today. Grace-" She cut herself off. "My mother told me a while ago," she finished and smiled sincerely at him. "Thank you so much, Harry. You didn't have to, but thank you."