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13 :: ALL TOO WELL

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CHAPTER 13 :: ALL TOO WELL

I looked at the tall building, the one which has a room where my... past boyfriend lives with his band mates. I still can't say the word. I still can't accept that we're not... you know... anymore.

"Taylor!" I heard Niall's voice call my name, and I found him coming outside the rotating glass entrance door of the building and running to me. "I knew you would come." He winked.

"Where's him?" I asked.

"He's upstairs, still sulking." He said. "Do you want to talk to him?"

"No, not today. I just want to know how he's doing." I pursed my lips.

"Well, he's not doing fine, that's for sure." Niall said a-matter-of-factly. "He's like a total sad zombie inside his room for the past two days."

"I know, I read it on your e-mail." I said.

"Good thing I like invading his computer." He winked at me, and I couldn't help but smile at him, but I couldn't show my teeth to him. I'm not that happy.

"Taylor...?" A voice suddenly whispered somewhere, and I saw him. He is coming outside the glass door, and he stared at me, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"I-" I said, finally at a loss of words. "I don't know."

"She's here to see you," Niall explained for me. "and to talk to you. Nicely." I saw Harry hesitate and his Adam's Apple move up then down. He inhaled and exhaled hard, and I was afraid to hear his answer.

"I don't think this is a good time-" I started to whisper to Niall, but Harry finally spoke.

"Okay." He said, and I felt a smile creep on my lips. He wasn't wearing a smile, but I'm happy that he agreed to talk to me. I'm happy he's still not that angry to not even talk to me anymore. I'm glad.

"What is it?" He asked, giving me a serious look.

Harry and I are sitting on his bed, and his bedroom door closed. I could see his curly hair becoming more curlier, and his face becoming more healthier. Niall told me he was upset and sad, but Harry looks like he actually started a healthy exercise routine ever since I left. I left.

"I..." My voice started croaking, and I could see my straight, blonde hair showing from the corners of my eyes. I started to become nervous. This is my final chance to make things right, to put the broken glass back to pieces, gluing it together. But if I make just one mistake, if I say even one wrong word, the fragile glass might fall and break into pieces, breaking all my hope that I can still put it back together.

But wait, even if a glass breaks again, there are still pieces, right? Even though it can take me days, weeks, months, even, because the pieces are too tiny, I can still put them together. By tape, by glue, anything can work. I can still put it back together. The pieces are still there.

I could feel hope rising inside me again, and I inhaled hard, then started to say everything that has been going through my mind. "I'm sorry," I started. "I guess I was a bit selfish. No, I was selfish. But no, I also thought about you, about your career, about your band. This isn't just about us. Every decision, every news article, every interview broadcasted about us in television, it also affects many others. Your band mates, my fans, your fans, my family, you and your band mate's family, too. There's just always someone involved, so I knew that... I should just do everything without you knowing, so it would become more realistic. I mean, even Robert kept pressuring me, even when we had our meeting. Everything's just so hard three days ago. I thought of my options: To save one person, or to save hundreds of people? I can't choose both, because it's impossible. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I guess I'm just really not-" He held my wrist, and ran his fingers to the bracelet he gave me three days ago. The one with the pendants that always let me remember the times we had together. The proof that he really loved me back then, maybe even more than I thought, or maybe even more than I loved him. I gulped, and pursed my lips. I looked down at his fingers.