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

Epilogue

Harry's POV

It was another slow day in the cafe, nothing really interesting happening today. Niall has been a good friend this last month, cheering me up when I'm feeling down about you know who. I've come to accept that she'll probably never come back, but I was okay with that, because it's the memories we made that I'll keep with me forever.

It's seems like only yesterday she was sitting in that chair drawing who knows what. I loved her yes, but sometimes you have let go of the people you love.

"Hey mate how are you doing today?" Niall pats my back

"Better than yesterday." I shrug

"You say that everyday." He rolls his eyes

"Well because it's true, I get a little better everyday."

"I guess so." He smiles and turns to walk into the kitchen

I look down at my arm at the new tattoo I got the other day, it was a rose. I got it for Aurora, I quite like it I think it suites me. I smile and look up to where she used to sit in he corner of the store. But only to find not her there, but a another person. A boy. A boy was sitting in Aurora's spot.

He was quite small actually, I couldn't really tell because he was sitting down. He was looking out the window like Aurora would do, just watching people walk by. I move from where my spot is to go ask what he would like, seeing as to he hasn't been served yet. I slowly walk up to his table and stop when I get there looking down at him.

"Hi, would you like anything?" I ask

He turns his head from the window to look at me, and let me tell you in that moment I completely forgot who Aurora was.

His brown hair was swooped to the side, and he had the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen, it was like the sky was trapped in them. And his eyelashes were quite nice too.

"Um yes, actually could I get just a tea please?" He spoke up reaching his hand up to his hair to push it out of his face, that's when I noticed a dagger on his arm, and many other various tattoos, like myself.

"Yes I'll be right back with that." I nod turning to walk back to the kitchen, as soon as I walk in there I lean my back against the door closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. He was absolutely breathtaking. I walk to the back of the kitchen to pull out my new journal I had gotten a week after Aurora left. It was still blank seeing I had nothing to write about. I sit down on the stool, opening the journal to the first blank page.

Maybe it was time to move on from Aurora. Maybe I needed someone new, someone with a dagger tattoo.