𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 ~ 𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳

episode 20: shit.

Hey guys! I know I haven't updated for so long-but now I'm here, surprise!

My classes will end in two days and I will finally be back in doing regular updates again.

P.S if it's getting boring, don't worry. Major drama will happen-a shift his happening in this story👀

"Happy birthday Madelyn!" She giggled with joy, giving her a box of gift. Madelyn smiled in awe as she watched the two in front of her. They surely looked like a perfect couple. "You two make a good pair."

She said, making the two laugh. More words were said as they continued the conversation. The night was young, the room smelled like alcohol. It was surely gonna be fun.

For a moment, Harry felt someone's eyes were on him. As he turned to his side to see for any strange person, he saw nothing. He shook his head, drinking a glass of alcohol to giddy up.

Taylor laughed, "Let's dance." She brought Harry into the center of the room, their faces glowing from the dance floor blooming with colors. He placed his hand on her waist, as the other held her palms.

He stared right into her eye, appreciating the beautiful woman in front of her. He knows she's the one.

She was perfect indeedn

He loved her too much dearly, she is his. It would kill the soul in him if he ever loses her, she was the only thing keeping him alive in this life full of wickedness. He had already suffered enough in the past, he doesn't want more to happen.

He just wants her. His happiness.

She gives him the sense of comfort-he wants to lace in her pool of beauty. She had this thing of hers that could make anyone want her. It wasn't just beauty-but her soul.

"I love you." He leaned his head unto hers, closing his eyes as he felt her breath fanning his cheeks. "So much-more than anything." He continued as he opened his lids, staring into her deep pool of blue as he darted his eyes to his plump lips.

Taylor giggled, "I love you too." She had loved him so much, he was everything she had needed. She never wanted love, yet he changed that for her. Something about him has changed her point of view in life for the better, she has learned so much more about happiness and how it feels.

"I could die for you." She kissed him, taking Harry aback by her own action. Her lips hanged unto his like she did it for the sake of her life, never removing it's contact.

The touch of her lips sent butterflies down to Harry's stomach-different sorts of emotion being felt. He was head over heels for her, too deeply in love.

Taylpr pulled apart, but as soon as that happened-Harry kissed her deeply with so much more passion. It was obvious he had wanted her so much, he needed her. She ran her hands through his curls, ruffling them as she was so into it. Her tongue danced with his as lust fulfilled them.

They pulled apart, deeply exhaling with short breaths as they didn't have any air left from their short kissing session. A sudden rush of embarassment went in their cheeks as they noticed a bunch of people were staring at them.

Some had a look of pure disgust on their faces, while a few had looks of awe as if they were watching a romcom on a TV screen. They both gulped with embarassment as they noticed the current situation they were both in.

"Shit." Harry muttered with embarassment as Taylor laughed, hiding his face on her chest. "Let's get out of here before Madelyn brings us to a porn studio." He joked, which made Taylor cackle like a mad man.

"Oh shut up, would you?" She laughed as they hurried thereselves into a hidden corner in the room, a sight where no one would see them. Perfect.

Harry sighed, running his hands through his curls as they sat on a chair. Taylor looked at him, admiring his perfect features. She was so into this man, obviously. "You're hot." She scrunched her nose, her chin on her hand as she watched him, bedazzled.

Harry replied, "You're sexy." He said before booping her nose. His hand then trailed unto her cheeks, letting it fall as it traced her jawline. He caressed her neck, admiring it in reverence.

As he leaned unto her to kiss it, his phone rang. He grunted out in annoyance, pissed as he was about to do experience a magical moment.

Desmond. Great.

He signalled a sign to Taylor, asking her if he could go to a more silent place as he had an important call to take. She nodded with a smile, before asking a bartender for a glass of beer.

He walked to a restroom, thinking this place would be a good choice to take a call. "Mate? What is it?" He hissed out on the phone, obviously annoyed with his friend. He knew he was gonna be busy this moment yet he had the audacity to interrupt him.

"Haz, I think it's time for me to go down on my knee for my girlfriend." He had a shaky breath, obviously nervous. Harry rolled his eyes-wondering why he's doing his boy talk just now. "That's great." He replied with a nonchalant tone obviously uninterested.

As the other guy was about to continue speaking, Harry bid a short goodbye and abruptly ended the call. It wasn't the right moment for this kind of conversation, it was surely gonna be lengthy and he didn't have enough time to spend for that.

He looked at his self on the mirror, combing his hair with his fingers before going out of the restroom.

He looked around the area, noticing Taylor wasn't there anymore. He approached the bartender, "Have you seen the blonde I was with earlier?" He shrugged a silent no before going back to work, wiping the counters with a dry towel.

He walked to the dancefloor, scanning the people around the room. Yet, still no sign of the blonde.

Sweat trickled down his forehead as the heat started to consume him, it was too hot inside. He released a sigh of release as he saw Madelyn talking with a man a few feet away.

"Mads!" He yelled out-attracting the lady's attention. The woman smiled, waving a little hello to the handsome man.

"Have you seen Taylor?" He asked, his heart beating loud-he just wants to see her. The woman scratched her head, as if she was trying to remember something inside her mind.

"Oh-" She cut off her words, swallowing the lump in her throat as the alcohol burned her lungs. She feels a bit tipsy. "Albert took her out."

With that, Harry felt like his heart has stopped beating.

Shit.