The 1 (A Taylor Swift Fan Fiction)

1. the breakup

"I fell out of love a long time ago, Taylor," Adam said in his raspy Australian accent. "I know you have, too," he claims, jabbing a finger towards me.

I gulp and stare blankly back at the gorgeous man. Tears burn my eyes as I hold a straight face. "For a long time, I wasn't sure what it was. The change of season, the increase in our little bickering, or that I thought my life was following the wrong path." I sip my glass of sweet wine as I continue. "But, as always I failed to recognize that you didn't care enough. You are the one not wanting to fix the easy things. I see it that you love a challenge and you have me all figured out. On to the next, I suppose," I proclaim, tossing back the rest of the alcohol.

Adam stares intently at me, as if trying to figure out what the fuck I meant. I'm over this. I'm over him. I have bigger matters to worry for.

"If you have nothing left to say," I start gathering my belongings. "I have things to do other than mourning over a man who doesn't have the balls to be honest until it's too late." I toss bills on the table to pay for my portion, take the bottle of wine, and stand. "Have a good life, Adam." I walk off and out of the dim lit restaurant.

My car beeps as I unlock it and I toss my things in the empty passenger seat and throw myself into the drivers seat. I stare blankly at the rustling trees across the street, the leaves running down the road with the rhythm of the wind. I really believed he was the one, huh? I'm so stupid to think someone could care about me the way I cared for them, loved me the way I loved them. It took me trying to sync my phone to my stereo to realize I had a little too much to drink.

"Fuck me, man," I shout out loud as tears ran down my face. I put my head down in my hands and started to sob. A tapping on my window startled me. I roll my window down to see a familiar Cheshire smile with green eyes and a head of curls.

"You okay, love?" He asks with that beautiful smile.

"Harry? What are you doing here?" I say as I stumble out the car to hug him. What are the odds that I get to live one of my fan fiction dreams of Harry Styles being my knight and shining armor?

"I actually just left the theater down the street. I live only a few blocks away and you know this area is good with not having many crazed fans. I had been walking past the restaurant when your boyfriend busted thru them and charged down the street the opposite direction. I assumed you may have had an argument and I glanced over to see if your car was here. Of course, then you seemed really upset, so I wanted to offer my assistance," he finishes with a big grin and his hands on his hips like Superman.

"I appreciate you checking on me, but really," I sniffle a tear away. "I'm okay."

He glances at the bottle of wine in the passenger seat and clears his throat. "Would you like to come back to my house for a cup of tea?"

I knew he wanted to make sure I was safe. He had always looked out for me, even if we were years apart in age. "I'd like that," I smiled.