Chapter 21: Pennsylvania

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"I just needed company now

Yeah, I just needed someone around

Yeah, I don't care what song that we play

Or mess that we make

Just company now


Comfort crowd

Comfort crowd."




Taylor's POV

"When River and I were young, he asked me where our parents had gone. I told them that they were up there. But when he asked why they had left, I had nothing to tell him. So one day, I sat here to no end. When I kept staring at the sky I realized it. We all go back to where we came from. People say that our bodies came from the stars because all the energy that makes up our bodies is from the stars. So when we go back deeper and deeper into the past, we basically originate from the same place."

After crying for a good hour into his embrace, I finally stopped and regained my composure at one point. We went back to the old house and sat by the porch, just looking at the sky with his finger intertwined with mine.

I honestly felt horrible for soaking his coat, but of course with his abilities he dried it off like it was nothing. Still, he held me willingly as I bawled hard after holding all those tears for nearly 20 years. I was grateful for that.

"We all go back to the same place...and meet there again." Harry spoke, rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand. He then takes something from his pocket and shows it to me with his free hand. It was the red thread bracelet I returned. "So we will never be apart."

And with a smile he took my other hand, and put it around my wrist. I glanced at him, not minding what he was doing, because he was right.

Even if we were built to fall apart...we fall back together.




Zayn's POV

"I heard that you made the situation worse. He was about to go see a plastic surgeon, I barely managed to stop him. Why did you do that?" Mr. DiCaprio questions me so seriously, as I was suddenly dragged into his office. "Hey, our company will go bankrupt without him." He continues to refer to that incident of Gigi and Cruise.

"If losing a writer would bankrupt the company, the company was bound to fail then." I shrugged.

"HEY!" He yelled out.

"Hey. You. That. This. I told you not to address people like that." I arched my brow at him, crossing my arms since I absolutely don't have the energy to put up with a boss like him.

"...Anyway, call Jo Jones right now. " He clears his throat, looking sort of guilty. As he should. "If she can\'t apologize, pay for the laptop at least."

"Just deduct it from my pay."

"Your pay? God, you don't even make that much. It's chicken feed." He scoffs at me.

"Oh. So you know that what you pay me is chicken feed?"

"You think this job is easy because you get paid every month without doing much. Go check the job market. There's a line of people who are willing to work for your chicken feed. Seriously. Kids these days have no love for their own company. You should treat your company as yours and work as if you're running your own business. You should be frugal like you are with your own money."

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