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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Harry's perspective I wake up with yet another headache. I try to smell after the sound of pancakes and coffee, but I can't seem to find it. I get out of bed as usual and walk out to the living room. "Taylor?" I ask out.
I check the Living room, office, dining room, library, kitchen, bathroom and absolutely anywhere else she could be. I lastly check the patio, and that's when I see her. She's sitting at the beach with her feet in the water.
I go back to our bedroom to get a pair of slippers to join her at the beach. As I open the drawer where we keep them, I see the polaroid. The Polaroid from last night. Lexie probably put it in my bag before I left and now Taylor must have found it.
I'm afraid she got to see the bad side of me. regret is flooding my thoughts. I didn't mean for this to happen. I was drunk. and I couldn't tell Lexie I had a girlfriend either, surely Taylor will understand.
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I put a pair of slippers on and walk through the big house, all the way to the patio. I walk down to the beach while planning what to say. How to defend myself. She doesn't make any signs that she has noticed me, so I just sit down next to her.
"When did you find it?" I ask her and wait patiently. The wind is blowing in her long locs. "Last night. Just before I went to bed." The wind blows hair away from her face and I can tell she's been crying. Her eyes are swollen, and her nose is red.
"Taylor, it was just an accident. I'm so sorry. I was drunk, and I didn't know what to do." I say stumbling over my words. I wait for a response. Nothing. I wait, wait for any signs she might forgive me. "It didn't mean anything, I promise. Maybe if you were a little older, you'd understand."
It was true, and im starting to feel annoyed. It really didn't mean anything. She finally looks at me. but instead of looking sad she looks mad. "Are you serious right now?" she says. I look at her confused. I can feel her tension, and those usually loving blue eyes, burning with fury. She stood up and as she walked away she yelled back "I'm going away for a while, I cant stand this."
Taylor's perspective
I'm so furious right now, my cheeks are burning. I feel the tears tearing through my eyes. I run inside. Get my bag and start packing my necessities. A couple of clothes and toiletries. I can hear him enter the house. I don't want him to see me like this.
"Taylor, please stop." I hear him getting closer. I zip up my bag and head for the entryway. "I'm sorry, can we please talk this out? There's no need for overreacting." Overreacting? He cant be serious. i put on a pair of shoes, a jacket and just head out, just like that. I don't want to see him again.
I call for a cab, and tell the driver to pick me up at the coffee-shop, that way Harry cant catch up to me while I wait for the cab. It's raining now. I run down the boulevard, I probably look insane right now. I finally see the cab stopping outside the coffee-shop and I run after it. I get inside, "344 maple lane, please."
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I rest my head against the cold car window and just break out sobbing. It didn't feel like harry was sorry for what he had done. It felt like he was playing the part, just to make me happy. I quickly find myself going the same route as 6 months ago, wondering about the same thing. If meeting Harry really was really faith, or a mistake...
