Chapter 11
Harry's P.O.V.
The cold wind caused the hair on my neck to stand up on ends. I turned the collar on my coat up with a deep exale and dug my hands back into my pockets. A light flurry of snow was happening at the moment, and I was just exiting a small shoppe. I bought a heart necklace for my beautiful sister, Gemma. I frowned, looking down at my watch. It was getting late. Almost 7. I know that last-minute Christmas shopping is not the best thing to do. I would have to wrap it later and then sneak it underneath the tree after she went to sleep; she always liked the surprise.
I honestly was hesistant about calling her. Erm, Kirsten I mean. I shakily called her yesterday, and I was too chicken to leave her a message. I gritted my teeth at the thought of how badly she must think of me. And, here is the thing. I need someone to confess to. I'm not confessing to anyone really, except, myself. I need to know what I feel, and what I want before anyone else does.
So, it's been really odd. Very odd. Or, at least, I think it is. Taylor here in London and all. You know what's even worse? When I flew back, I invited her to stay a bit. I actually was trying to push myself to maybe try and like her, more than what I think I do... but, hmm. My mind just keeps lingering on Kirsten. And I know. I have not known her for that long. I barely know her. But, I just have that feeling, when you first met someone and you just hit it off. Well, I might have not hit it off for her, but she hit it off for me. Quite unique, she is. She's right to the point. I think loving, I mean, liking her would be interesting. I want to hear her voice. Get a glimpse of her smile.
I think I know what I need to do.
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"Hey, Harry!" Taylor Exclaimed, as she opened the door to her apartment. She brought me in for a tight hug. This time, I hugged back.
"Hello! How are you?" I asked, resting my hands back into my jean pockets.
"I'm better now, come in, come in!" She said, motioning for me to come inside. Everything was as sharp as a tack. Not one thing out of place. A nodded and awkwardly sat down in a chair. She might not like what was going to happen, I was going to make everything I was about to say sound natural.
"Can we have a talk?" I asked, clearing my throat. As she walked over with a spring in her step, she slowed down almost and her smile faltered. Her pony tail stopped bobbing.
"Sure!..." She said, trying to sound as cheerful as she could. "What about?"
"Taylor," I said propping my elbows on my knees as I bent over. "What do you think of me as?"
Silence.
"Uhm," She said, shaking her head slightly, her pony tail flouncing behind her shoulders. "What do you mean?" She knew what I meant.
"I need to know, do you think that we are dating? That we are a couple?" I asked, sitting up straight. My voice firm.
"Well, I was hoping, maybe." She said, giving me a small smile. I just didn't see it. I didn't feel anything. Nothing.
"Magazines everywhere are saying that we are a couple." I stated.
"That's what everybody is thinking."
"Well, I don't like that," I told. At first, I don't think she understood what I said.
"What?"
"Taylor. You are a beautiful woman," I started. "But, I see you as no more than a friend." More silence.
"Really?" She asked, her voice cracking. It made me feel sorry for her a little.
"Going out to dinner, the zoo, getting my tattoo? New York and L.A.?" I told her, rubbing my knees. "Just friendly get-togethers," I finished. My adam's apple jutted up and down. I quickly flopped my hair to the side of my head, just to do something. To do anything. The bitterness was biting away at me. I was starting to feel anger inside. Just get over it and let me leave. No harm done.
