"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?


9. Memories



"C'mon Hazza," whined Rori, pulling on Harry's sleeve, pulling him up and towards her spot to watch the sunset. Harry laughed and followed along. He held a bottle of vodka in one hand, unopened. It might remain unopened for a while, Rori didn't like to drink. She was a law-abider. She might've been crazy and wild, but she never broke a law. But, this was a special occasion, Harry was leaving to audition for the X-factor. Rori sat down suddenly. 

"Here," she said, pulling Harry down with him. The sky was becoming the color of burnt orange with lovely pinks and a dark blue. Harry put the bottle of vodka down beside him. 

"So, I'm leaving tomorrow," Harry said slowly. Rori smiled as she leaned over him to grab the bottle of vodka.

"I know."

"I'm kind of nervous," Harry said. Rori screwed the top off with the bottle opener.

"I know."

"I'm probably going to fail miserably..." Harry said slowly. Rori took a big swig from the bottle, her face twisted in disgust as she swallowed it, probably feeling it burn down her throat.

"You'll do amazing-ly though, Harry. You're the most amazing singer I have ever heard," said Rori. Harry took the outstretched bottle from Rori and threw back his head as he took a couple of sips from it. He felt it burn down his throat, almost as if he was drinking fire.

"You think?" he asked. Rori nodded. 

"Of course. Besides, that's why I brought you out here, Harry. And told you to bring that," she nodded her head towards the bottle in his hands, "To take the edge off of your nerves."

"I figured. But I didn't think you'd be drinking from it too..." Rori was silent for a moment. 

"Want to talk about it?" asked Harry, prodding gently. Rori stared at the horizon and wrapped her own arms around herself.

"Not really... But you'll assume it's worse than it is if I don't, so I will." She took a deep breath as I waited.

"Remember how I told you that my cousin found me?" asked Rori. Harry nodded.

"He told me something..."


"He told me he could see the future... Crazy right? But to appease him, I asked him what he saw. He leaned closer to me, so close I could see every color in his hazel eyes, every pore in his skin. He told me that he saw death." Rori still didn't look at Harry.

"Death?" asked Harry. Rori nodded. She turned her eyes towards him, they were wide and scared.

"And it started with me."




Harry was jolted out of his sleep by a creaking noise just outside of his bedroom. He sat up quickly, but quietly. Slowly, very slowly. he pushed himself out of his bed and tiptoed to the door. He heard a creak of the floorboards again, except closer to his room. Quickly he turned the knob on his door and was face to face with a dirty Rori.

"Rori?" asked Harry.

"Harry, you have to help me," Rori whispered frantically, her golden eyes bright in the moonlight, warm and frightened.

"With what? What's wrong?" asked Harry letting Rori step into his room. She was shivering and was wearing a torn and tattered dress... The dress she wore when she was in her coffin. He shut the door behind her. Dirt streaks were all over her, as if she just dug herself out of a hole. She turned and faced Harry.

"She's not me."

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