"And who should I make this out to?" asked Harry. His eyes looked up from the picture and he felt himself freeze. "Aurora Ann Life," she said smiling, her honey gold eyes staring straight into his soul. "You're not...you're not alive," he whispered. "You're wrong," she whispered back, leaning over the table. He turned to tell the others, that Rori was back, but when he looked to where she was standing...she was gone.

Rori Ann Life, was One Direction's life. But she died in a car crash. She was dead. She had been dead for two years now.

But now Harry keeps seeing her everywhere.
Aurora was back...but the question was: HOW?


3. Dreams

Chapter 3

"I saw her, Harry," whispered Louis.

"You have that dream every year on the anniversary of her death," said Harry, unfazed.

"But...this time...she was real," said Louis. Harry looked at him. Louis' blue eyes looked...well, haunted. It was the only word that fit.

"Louis, she can't be. She's dead."

"I know... But I felt her. I smelled her. She was so...real," sighed Louis, his eyes faraway in some memory.

"Your subconscious does that sometimes," said Harry absentmindedly. His mind too busy hearing the screams of adoring fans.

Harry thought about this conversation as he got off of the stage. Could it be possible? But then...she wouldn't have left in a blink of an eye...

And why is her soul visiting Louis and not him?

Harry sighed angrily. He wandered. There backstage were the girls who got backstage passes. He smiled at all of them and one of paled and look like she was going to be sick. When he turned around, there was a girl standing right there.

"Miss me?" she asked, her eyes an unmistakable gold.

"Rori?" asked Harry as if he were a small vulnerable child. His face softened and his green eyes got big. She smiled and leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

"I've missed you, Harry. Even if you won't admit that you missed me," she teased. She was really here. Joking with him. Alive. Warm. He could smell her, like rain. His head was reeling with the sound of screaming fans and the sight of her.

"You should go," she whispered, pushing him slightly forward.

"Don't leave," he told her frantically. He felt a swell of joy in his chest as he ran back onstage with the lads.

They wouldn't believe who was back.


"Is this some kind of sick joke, Harry?" asked Niall, his face contorted into disgust and contempt.

"No! She was here. I swear it! I could smell her! She kissed my cheek and she teased and joked with me. She was here! Alive!" Everyone gave him mean looks of hatred.

"Louis, you believe me don't you?" asked Harry, looking over at his best friend.

"I... I just told you... Harry... I don't know what to believe..." said Louis, looking away angrily. Harry ran his hand through his chocolate curls, frustrated.

"Rori was here. She was, and I'm going to find her," said Harry, determined. The other boys looked at him sideways.

"Harry," said Liam putting a calming hand on his shoulder. Harry shook it off.

"I am. She's alive."

"We SAW her dead. We saw her dead body. Her chest crushed in... Her..." Niall looked away, haunted by the memory.

"Her eyes a filmy gray instead of a bright gold. We saw her mangled body, Harry. She's dead. Get over it," said Zayn. He clenched his jaw and walked away from them, annoyed and angry.

"He never liked her anyway," muttered Harry. Liam shot him a look.

"She's alive! She is! I saw her!"

"A trick of the light," said Louis. Harry looked at him helplessly.

"Why doesn't anyone believe me?" asked Harry sounding very much like a small child. No one answered him because it was obvious: Rori was dead.

And they had to get over that.

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