Epilogue

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Harry’s POV

Today was the day. The day we had planned to spend together. And we were going to spend it with each other. I hadn’t been to see her in months, I couldn’t handle it, but she made a promise to spend today with me and it was happening. As I walked and got closer and closer I could see her, clearly. I felt nervous, I was shaking, no clue why, I heard the rustling of the flowers in my hand from my uncontrollable movement.  I sat down on the wet mushy grass, “Hi beautiful,” My voice quiet, “I brought you roses, your favourite.” I place down the flowers on the ground in front of me and read what is straight ahead of me. “In loving memory of Lauren Martin, Forever in our hearts, Always in our thoughts. Never a goodbye just a till we meet again,” I ran my fingertips over the gold writing engraved on the stone as I read the words aloud. “You know people say time heals? Well they are wrong. It’s almost been a year Lauren, a fucking year, and it’s just as hard as the day I lost you because you aren’t here, and you won’t be here in one year, ten years and it still won’t be easier.” I took a deep breath, trying to hold back my tears, she couldn’t see me but I couldn’t cry here. “I hope everything is okay up there, when I am with you again everything will be okay, I promise, so don’t meet anyone in the meantime,” I let out the smallest chuckle, I had no need too, I had no one to impress. “Emily’s and Niall’s wedding is in a few weeks, if you were still here we would have been getting married today, I had it planned, but we both know they never seem to work out, you would have become my wife, we could have had children, we could have had a family.”  I stayed there for hours talking about how everyone was, what was happening, how the boys were, like she would have wanted. “I have to go now babe,” I stood up and brushed myself down, “I love you so much, I always will,” I placed my hand down on the top of the stone before taking in these last few moments with her, I knew I had to leave.

“Happy Valentine’s day angel.”

"I'll see you next year, I promise"

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