The Girl With Flowers In Her Hair |H.S|

Chapter 13

Aurora's POV

I didn't know how I was going to tell him. That I had got accepted into UCLA. And that I had to move to the other side of the country, away from him. I have to tell him before I leave next week, I know I shouldn't have waited this long to tell him if I found out two weeks ago, but I just didn't have the heart to tell him. Everything was going so perfect, and now it's going to be ruined. But I have to tell him sooner or later. I just don't know how.

How do you tell the boy you've fallen in love with, that your moving across the country to go to school and probably won't see him for a long while? I haven't even told him that I loved him yet. And I don't plan on telling him either, it would hurt too much when I  leave.

I have to end it. I have to end us. Before it's too late and he falls in love too. We couldn't have a long distance relationship, those never work out. Or so I'm told.

I run my hands across the sheets of my bed thinking of all the memories me and Harry had made together. Like when we first met in the cafe and I walked up to him, he has so flustered. And when I showed him my hiding place in Brooklyn, or when we would just chill out on the hill. Or when we cuddled all day in this very bed after our fight, and I got to hear him sing for the first time. I smile to myself reliving the moment.

God I'm going to miss him, but he deserves someone better. Someone who will stay here and remind him how beautiful he is everyday, and tease him about his butterfly tattoo. Someone who will be here for him when he's sad and lonely, someone to cuddle him on rainy days. Someone to sit at my spot at the cafe and watch him work and interact with people. Or laugh at his corny jokes even if they aren't that funny.

I sigh and look out the window. Someone to love him. I can't even think about how he'll react when I tell him I'm leaving.

I hold the flower crown Harry made for me against my chest, the flowers are starting to wilt on it, much like mine and Harry's relationship. It's coming to a close and I don't want it to. But it has to, because if I don't then we'll both suffer just waiting to be reunited.

I sit up in bed and look at the wall, I know what I have to do. And I have to do it today if I want to get it over with. If I want to get rid of the guilt inside me.

I slowly stand up from my bed walking over to my door to put my shoes on, I open my it walking through the the hallway and to the front  door opening it and start my journey to the cafe.

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Once I'm there I just stand in front of the entrance, staring at it. This is it, this is the end of your time with Harry. You know now that I think of it, I never even got his last name. I chuckle to myself reaching to open the door and walking in the cafe. I walk to the back of the kitchen where I know Harry will be.

I walk to the back and not surprisingly, see him there sitting on the floor writing in a brown leather journal.

"Hey curly." I smile sadly staring down at him

He jumps a little and looks up at me closing the journal quickly and standing to his feet "hey uh hey princess." He says rather frazzled "you scared me."

"Sorry." I apologize "I just wanted to talk to you about something."

"Okay." He says patting the stool beside him "what is it you wanted to talk about?"