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Harry's P.O.V

"You know what, I don't care. I'm sick of all this drama." I screamed at my girlfriend who was quietly sobbing on the couch. I felt bad but this was how it had to be, management hated us together and even though this blonde haired, blue eyed American beauty was my whole reason for existing I couldn't defy management any longer. "But why Harry? Just tell me why?" I couldn't take it, she sounded so miserable so I decided to make it worse. "I don't love you, I never did." The words tasted like dirt coming from my mouth but I knew the only way to get her to move on from me was to practically tell her that I hated her. Even though it couldn't be further from the truth because I loved this woman and I was silently promising myself that I would win her back.

Four Months Later...

Four months have passed since I told Taylor that I didn't love her anymore, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat and I couldn't function without her. I was constantly on my phone scouring the internet for any new information about her. I knew it wasn't my business anymore but I had to know she was okay. Today was no different than yesterday. Get up from bed, make the bed as neatly as I could, stumble out to the kitchen and make coffee. Coffee had slowly become my best friend, it got me through the long days that followed longer nights of no sleep. I knew deep down this couldn't go on much longer, everyone was worried and whenever they said that I scoffed at them all except my family. My mum, my step-dad and my sister seemed to be my lifeline. Today was different though. A buzzing noise distracted me from making my coffee. Glancing at the caller I saw it was Ed. "Ed..." I mumbled as he laughed and said, "Hey Harry, you sound about as great as...oh uhm you sound great." I laughed at his vain attempt to cover his tracks. He was about to say her name but to be honest at this point I don't think that it would really matter. There was nothing that could break me further. "What's up Ed?" "When was the last time you searched up Taylor?" I gulped knowing he would laugh at me. "Five minutes ago. Nothing new though, any information for me?" he laughed. "I can't do that Harry, but she needs you so much. You have to tell her about your management." That got me worried. "Why? What's really going on Ed?" He sighs. "Look, I need you to go to your computer and search for pictures of Taylor in the last four months, tell me if anything looks different to you okay?" I answer him with an okay and we hang up. I waste no time in searching for pictures and when I print them off and lie them down side by side in order I understand immediately what Ed is talking about. Reaching the phone I call mum.

Forty minutes later I'm still sitting in the same spot staring at her face, it's so beautiful. Then the door slams breaking my concentration and announcing my mum's arrival. She rushes over. "What's wrong Harry?" she was one of the only ones who told Taylor and I that we were destined to be together she loved Taylor right from the start and it made me so happy to see Gemma bond with Taylor through baking. But right now I was hugging my mum and showing her what I found. Five minutes with the pictures and she looked at me. "I made a huge mistake." She nods at me. "What are you going to do Harry?" I look at her and with the determination I hadn't had over the last four months I say, "I'm going to my princess with or without permission." She looks me dead in the eye and smiles. "Good, it's something you should have done months ago." I hang my head knowing she is right but then I dial the airport and book a flight to Nashville, where she is right now. I need to be with her. Ten minutes later I have a bag packed and I dial Simon. "Harry." He states as he answers, his chilled voice manipulating me once more. "Simon." I curtly answer back. "What's up?" he says trying to bring a bit of hipness into the conversation. I look at mum who smiles at me and take a big breath. "I'm leaving the band. I quit. I'm sick of the manipulation that has happened in the last four months. I'm sick of feeling down because you all made me lose the one person I loved more than myself and my family. She was important." I can hear him stuttering but give him no chance as I say, "My lawyer will be in contact." Just like that I end my career for the girl that I love and because it was time. No one had come to my aid when I needed help so I wasn't sticking around to help them. They could fight their own battles mine was across the ocean.

Glancing at my mum as she dropped me at the airport she nodded at me and said, "We will come and see you soon, be good to her." I nodded and ran for my terminal knowing I was flying to New York and then to Nashville. Settling back in the plane I felt comfortable for the first time in months and even slept the whole way. It felt nice and now standing in front of her front door I raise my ring clad fingers to knock, knowing that this is it. It's do, or die.

Taylor's P.O.V

Four months earlier...

"You know what, I don't care. I'm sick of all this drama." Harry screamed at me as I was quietly sobbing on the couch. "But why Harry? Just tell me why?" I asked and pleaded him for one small shred of information but he didn't say anything except, "I don't love you, I never did," and an hour later he left me. Sitting alone in a hotel room with one of the biggest secrets of my life, but I was glad he didn't know. Looking down I placed my left hand over my non-existent baby bump and whispered. "Mommy will always be there and love you." Standing I walked to the bedroom and packed my suitcase and called for security. They knew better than to ask if anything was wrong. I simply ignored them all and plugged in my headphones and headed for the airport, where a plane would take me to New York and then home to Nashville. Home to regular life where I was a country singer in a town with no paparazzi.

Four months later...

It was getting more definite every day. I was now nearly five months pregnant and everyone knew who was important I had even told Ed because he was touring with me. I knew it was difficult with him being friends with Harry and we would often sit and talk and he asked me why I didn't tell Harry and I would always remember him saying "I don't love you, I never did." Ed could understand where I was coming from but was probably disappointed that I wasn't telling Harry. I couldn't not after what he told me, no matter how down in the dumps he was. I had to keep telling myself for me and my baby that I was doing the right thing. But that all changed with a knock on the door.

Opening the door in my tight fitting tank-top and pyjama pants I was shocked. I hadn't checked the door scope because it was usually a friend or band mate. My parents just walked in now days. But now his name fell from my lips, "Harry?" I questioned as he stood there with green eyes staring at me. I instantly felt exposed despite him having seen me wearing less, obviously with the baby. "Hi Taylor, I wanted to come and see you and well..." he said pointing at my stomach. I looked away then found the strength to look at him. "Yeah, well you would have known if you loved me." I stated as he looked at me and then walked closer. I didn't move but I looked down in time to see his brown boots stop in-front of me. His bag dropped to the ground as his hand reached up under my chin, forcing me to look into his beautiful face. "I do love you. Management made me get rid of you and it's taken me four months to get up the courage to leave the band..." I looked at him and he repeated. "Yeah baby I left the band because I love you and I need to support you and we need support for us and that's not support." Unconsciously I found myself nodding and agreeing with Harry and before I knew it his lips were on mine and I was returning the kiss. Losing myself we pulled apart as Harry knelt to the ground and Meredith ran to smooch him, she loved Harry. I expected him to just pat Meredith but instead he pulled my tank top upwards and placed a loving kiss on my exposed bump. "Daddy's here." I felt tears pool in my eyes and eventually run down my face as Harry stood back up. Looking in my eyes he said, "Daddy's home." I looked at Harry and then leant up too kiss him. "Daddy's home." I repeated as I stroked my bump and for the first time I felt a resounding kick instead of a flutter. Jumping and laughing at the shock of it and my reaction Harry looked worried until I grabbed his hand and made him feel it. "Oh my god. That's amazing." I smiled an looked at him. "All because Daddy's home." He laughed and we walked upstairs and began to fill each other in about the last few months and he apologised for being stupid and because I love him I accepted it.