Taylor is just your average girl with an average life before she meets Harry, the world famous singer from one direction. Little does Taylor know that meeting Harry will change her life completely, for better, and for worse.
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There she is, standing on my doorstep. I open the door and greet her. She seems kind of stunned, I suppose its not everyday you see a house of this size. I hold her bag for her as she kicks of her shoes.
"Wow, this is... so beautiful, so extravagant" she bursts. "Thank you, I didn't pick out anything though. It was someone we hired." I say humbly, and it was true. I didn't see the point in putting so much effort in a place I barely stay at.
I lead Taylor to the kitchen where I prepared two cups of coffee for us. she looks stunned when she walks into the big white, marble covered kitchen.
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We sit down in the breakfast nook, and I watch Taylor as she takes a sip of her coffee. "so, what were you doing at the concert anyway?" I ask her, I've been wondering about this for days. She doesn't really strike me for a fan.
"My sister got tickets as a baby shower gift, and her husband didn't want do go with her, so I volunteered" she says taking another sip of her coffee. "Right, the redhead?" I ask, thinking about the redhead I saw Taylor with at madison square. She nods, making her hair fall from behind her ear.
"Do you have any siblings?" she asks me. "No, I'm an only child. I still had a happy upbringing though, just a bit lonely I guess." I answer. "Maya, my sister practically raised me. My dad was in prison and my mom was an addict. We couldn't afford anything as our parents didn't exactly work. It's always been the two of us." Taylor says with a slight crack in her voice.
I look her deep in her eyes. Trying to understand how that must have been, but I'm unable to. "Jeez, I'm sorry. That was too dark." She suddenly says nervously. "No, no its okay" I assure her. we drink
our coffee's talking about pretty much everything and nothing. After a while we end up in the Living room on the piano. We sit together on the bench, and I play her the best songs I know.
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Taylor's perspective
I sit and watch him play the piano. I haven't noticed until now, but Harry is beautiful, like really beautiful. He has this roughness to him, sharp edges, rough tattoos but elegant hair with curls that lay as if they were painted on by the finest painter. And those eyes, those green watercolour eyes.
He stops playing and turns his head to mine. Were so close. I can feel his breath hitting my face. I stare into his dreamlike green eyes before he asks me: "I really want to kiss you right now Taylor. Can I?"
I nod and he leans down, our lips meeting. The kiss is delicate, as if he's scared he might break me. The sun is setting outside, and the lightning makes this seem like something out of a movie. He suddenly pulls back and says, "I really hope I get to know you better". "I can assure you, you will" I say with a smile before returning the kiss he first gave me.
