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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Taylors perspective I have been waiting for Harry to bring up our engagement the whole day. I'm beginning to doubt he even remembers it. He's playing the piano in the other room.
I haven't really wrapped my head around the fact he asked me to marry him yesterday. I thought he was getting tired of me and my big emotions but he seemed really genuine.
I've been spending most of my day writing. I do that a lot now. It's so freeing, to get my thoughts out on paper. Most of my writings were about the baby, but now they're mostly about Harry. I'm currently writing something i consider calling "Lover".
I haven't really met anyone for a couple of weeks so I decide to call Emma and Maya up. I've been texting Maya but she thinks I've been perfectly fine. I have no plan of telling them about the baby, it's way too personal. And they probably already know, since Cara told the press. It's probably on all the headlines, so I just avoid the news.
I do want to tell them about the engagement tho, I just have to make sure Harry is fine by it.
I leave my writing on the kitchen counter and walk to the piano. I find him playing so beautifully. His fingers are dancing over the keys.
"Harry, can I talk to you?" I ask, leaning against the door frame. He stops playing and looks at me with the sweetest crooked smile in reply. "About yesterday... am I allowed to tell Emma and Maya?" I ask him.
The worry spreading in his eyes hits me in the gut.
"Taylor. I was really really drunk." He says.
My heart shatter at his words. "You did mean it... right?" I say, fighting back the tears. "Taylor..."
He didn't.
I can't help but run, I run for the beach. I want to get away. Of course he doesn't want to marry me. To be honest I wouldn't marry me either, I'm just a pathological people pleaser.
But it still hurts. It hurts so bad. I feel my throat burning, struggling for air.
I've stopped running. I just stand on the beach gasping for air.
I flinch when Harry touches my shoulder, I wasn't expecting him to follow me.
He must have run, because it takes him a second to catch his breath before talking.
"Taylor I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."
"Then how did you??" I'm so incredibly confused. "I want to marry you. I do. But not necessarily publicly. I have an image to keep up." He says. There's a genuine care in his voice.
"You'll probably never understand how important it is to me, but what is important is that I want to marry you. And what does it matter anyway? What matters is that you know. And that we know that this love is real. The world doesn't need to know as long as we do." He continues.
I think about it for a second. It sounds fair. I'm not especially a fan about headlining anyway.
"And I'm fine if you tell your closest friends, as long as you trust them. I only want what's best for you." I'm convinced now.
Harry wraps his arms around me,
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I feel so safe in his arms. So protected. So loved. "I love you so much" I tell him. He gives me a kiss on the cheek in return.
We walk hand in hand back to the house. The air is blowing in our hairs. I can't wait to marry this man, even if it may be private. I just love him so much.
