Epilogue:
Harry's POV
**4MONTHSLATER**
"...maybe you were needed up there but were still unaware as why..." my fingers kept strumming the guitar in my lap, but my voice faded into the air surrounding me.
I breathed in the autumn air around me and shut my eyes. A tear fell from my closed eyes and I simply let it roll down my cheek and onto my old guitar. My fingers felt numb and the light melody that filled my ears stopped, my hands had stopped strumming and set my guitar to the side of me on the brittle grass. A heavy sigh fell from my chapped lips and I leaned my back against the cool stone that had a familiar feel.
My eyes traveled from the ground to the sky. The overcast put a sad feeling over me and the cool air ran a shiver throughout my spine. Different shades of brown and red leaves fell around me and swirled through the wind. My throat felt dry and body numb. It felt like my shoulders were being pushed down from the amount of stress running through my body.
"Harry," I heard a faint voice call but I ignored it, probably just another figment of my imagination. "Harry," I heard again and this time took the effort to twist my head to the right and find the familiar figure and head of blonde hair running towards me.
A small smile tugged at my lips, but I dug my two front teeth into my bottom lip to keep from showing any form of happiness. I suppressed the urge to laugh as Paris stumbled a bit and fell onto her knees beside me. The box she was carrying stayed in the firm grip of her small hands but I could hear her heavy breathing over the blowing of the wind.
"Whew," she sighed and set the box beside her before setting on her bum and clasping her hands in the middle of her lap.
My eyebrows frowned and watched as Paris eased the lid of the box off to reveal many white envelopes. "What's that?" my rough husky and hoarse voice asked.
A smile formed on her face as she looked from the box of mysterious envelopes then to me. A small sigh escaped her soft lips and she pulled one of the white thin envelopes out in her dainty fingers. "Letters," she whispered. Her eyes searched the plain white surface of the single envelope and then moved to the box full of them "They’re all letters...for you."
A crease formed in my brow and my lips pouted slightly. "What are you talking about for me? Who are they from?" the words that left my mouth sounded broken and my tone sounded sad but Paris chose to ignore it.
"There letters, from Juliet."
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A Beautiful Affair (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)
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