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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I finally get up from the bathtub. My fingers are all wrinkly from lying there too long. I dry myself before putting my hair in a turban and putting on a bathrobe. I stare at myself in the mirror for a while. Even in the dim light I can see the big eye bags from multiple sleepless nights.
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I know I can't continue like this forever, crashing at my sister's place I mean. But I don't know where else to go right now. i moved out from my tiny studio when I moved in with Harry and the money, I got for it is long gone. I haven't been working as Harry had more than enough money for the both of us.
my stomach drops a little, I really didn't contribute with anything in this relationship. I was out of work living off his money. It feels a lot weirder thinking about it rather than living it.
I eventually put on some sweats before walking downstairs. Maya was putting Sylvia to sleep, and Mark was already sleeping, poor things were probably exhausted having to care for a baby and a woman acting like one.
I was heading to the kitchen to pour myself a cup of tea when the door rang. I left the kettle on the stove and walked to the hallway. i opened the door and I could immediately tell who it was. Harry. He was standing in the pouring rain, out of breath making me think he had ran over here. "Can we please talk?" he says patiently. I nod and hold the door for him.
I pour us both a cup of tea and place them across each other at a table in the kitchen. Harry quickly follows after me, and we both take a seat. "Thank you." He says with appreciation. "You're welcome" we just sit there for a while, sipping our tea without making eye contact.
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Eventually I build up the courage to talk, and we both say "im sorry" at the same time. It surprises us both and we make eye contact. His green eyes looking as mysterious as ever.
"im sorry Harry, I could have at least tried to see how exhausted you were. I would have changed my behaviour." I tell him, im ashamed. He looks at me with confusion. "I mean, yes, a lot of this was avoidable. But you're not at fault at this Taylor. I should have appreciated you and everything you do for me more. cause you deserve nothing less than everything. And Lexie... she was asking me about my love life, and I knew there were undercover journalists there And when she kissed me I didn't feel like I could pull back, she would know something was up. I just didn't want your life to be ruined by how damaging the press can be. I only did what i thought I was best for you.." and then he goes quiet.
He looks me in my eyes with hope and asks me "if you were willing to give me another chance, I would want our relationship to be official. Like out there. Could you consider it Taylor ?" he looks down at the table again. "Harry, ive already forgiven you." I tell him. And it's true. maybe not forgotten, but I have forgiven him.
He looks up and smiles at me. and almost like at a command we stand up and hug eachother. We stand there for what seems like an eternity, just taking each other in. Harry eventually breaks off the hug by kissing me between my temples and asking me "perhaps we should get home now love?"
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Writers note: I'm aware I pretty much wrote two chapters only from Taylor's perspective, but that was what felt the most natural for me😅 hope you enjoyed so far!
