EPILOGUE
Harry and I didn't get back together straight away.
I stayed in Ireland till the end of January and Harry went to stay with Niall in Mullingar and then eventually London with Niall because he didn't want to be in our house alone.
When I was ready I went back over to London and settled back into my normal routine. School started back up and I worked on my designs and costumes and assignments to take my mind off things.
I remember I was pinning a piece of fabric onto my tailors dummy when I heard a key in the lock.
I knew it was Harry and the telltale click of his boots on the wooden stairs as they made their way to my workroom didn't conceal who it was either.
He hesitantly poked his head in and stopped when his eyes found mine.
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"Hi Harry"
"Are you busy?"
"No, just making final touches" I said gesturing to the dress on the manikin.
He makes his way behind me to admire the dress.
"It beautiful"
"Thanks" I said, fiddling with the pin cushion round my wrist.
"I just came to grab some more clothes" he said quietly and started to make his way out of my workroom.
I couldn't take it anymore, the quietness of the house, the loneliness, the random dancing sessions we would have in our kitchen in our pyjamas. I miss all of it.
I missed Harry.
I grabbed his wrist before he could leave.
"Come home" I sobbed, tears forming in my eyes.
He pulled me close and I was met with the familiar Harry smell and warmth.
"Thank god, thank god thank god thank god. Jesus I've missed being with you" Harry whispered into my hair.
"I've missed you Haz"
And there we stood, Harry and I, together again, knowing it would still take some time to heal but we were together and that was all that mattered.
