AUTHOR'S NOTE: this story is an AU, just in case you're wondering. Oh and btw, THANKS FOR 50+ READS, WE REALLY APRRECIATE IT ;)
Taylor, Cara, Karlie, and Gigi were invited to a friend's party in his hotel room, as well as a lot of other people. Everyone was with their boyfriends or girfriends, so Karlie was with Josh, Gigi with Joe, Cara was looking forward to have some with some random girl in the room, and well as for Taylor, she was alone. She wanted to talk to someone, but her friends were so busy making out and dancing with their couples, so she decided to stay where she was doing nothing.
Taylor was getting really bored, so she decided it was better if she drank away all the loneliness in her life, instead of ruining her friend's night with her problems. As she was approaching the bar, she felt someone's hand grab her forearm and taking her god knows where.
She got really scared because she didn't know who was grabbing her or what his or her intentions were. But at the same time, she knew that nothing really bad would happen to her since she knew almost everybody in the room and because the party was being held in a freaking hotel room.
As she was walking, she head a door been open, then closed again, and instantly felt the windy air of a September night in London. She opened her eyes as she felt her arm being released from the persons hold.
Taylor felt the person standing behind her so she turned around and her eyes widened at the sight in front of her. She saw the last person she wanted to see ever again: Harry. Taylor thought he had disappeared from her life as well as her feelings for him, but as soon as she saw him standing right in front of her looking hot as ever with his sparkling green eyes, long beautiful curls, and wearing a half bottom shirt revealing some of his tattoos, she felt her knees weak. But as she stared, she noticed something about him was off, he wasn't wearing his wide smirk or even smiling a bit, so she frowned.
Taylor's POV
"Hey Taylor, I'm sorry" Harry said with his voice cracking at the end.
"Hi" I said through gritted teeth. Even though I was mad at him, hearing him like that or even feeling him sad was enough to make my heart melt.
"I really am sorry, for everything. I didn't want to break up with you; I want to let you know that it was my dad's fault. He thought that the best for me would be if I stayed away from you, but it clearly wasn't, and I didn't like it at all" he said with teary eyes.
"I know it was your father's idea and I didn't like it either, but the thing that pissed me off was that you didn't call me. You had six years; SIX FUCKING YEARS HARRY and you didn't call me or even bothered on texting me!! Just an 'I'm sorry' is not going to help the situation, 'cause if you're looking for forgiveness, then don't even ask for one because you know my answer for you is NO!!" I said in frustration and in the verge of crying, but continued anyways. "It took me all of those years to heal from that, I know it sounds stupid that I'm mad because of a phone call, but you were my boyfriend, we were engaged!! And when you left, you didn't even leave a note or anything; you just took all your shit and run the hell away from here and from me. It hurt me a lot and it still does. I kept wondering if I scared you away, if you didn't want to get married with me anymore and decided that it was better to run away. I thought about all the 'what if's' but none of them made sense to me, so I decided to let it go. When you didn't come back, I knew I had lost you, so I let you go" I said a calm as I could, but crying still.
He said nothing, eyes closed, mouth shut, but I knew he was listening.
"But now that I'm finally clean, you decided to show up" I said with tears streaming down her face.
Finally he decided to speak. "I know that leaving without an explanation wasn't the smartest things I've ever done and I'm sorry. But the thing I have wanted to tell you is that I'm really sorry, I'm so sorry. If you don't want to talk to me ever again then its fine, I understand. But the only thing that I'm asking you is to forgive me. It wasn't my fault, and the only reason I didn't called or texted you was because I felt scared. My father separated us because he thought you were a distraction to me and that if I kept seeing you it would affect my work at the company. And when he sent me away, he told me 'no communication at all if you don't want anything bad happens to her'. Once again, I felt so scared, so I thought I would save you from my 'obsessive at work' dad, but it ended up hurting me even more because I loved you so much"
I knew about his father's idea, but I didn't know why he did it and now I'm kind of relieved but at the same time mad because of him I lost my boyfriend and practically my life!! As soon as I heard all his explanation, I pulled him in a hug and sobbed uncontrollably in his chest, saying sorry like a thousand times.
Then all of a sudden, he blurted out the three words that I haven't heard anyone (besides my parents) saying them to me. "I love you" I pulled away a little bit just to look at his face and seeing that he was actually crying, was the sweetest thing ever and made my heart flutter.
I couldn't say it back, at least not yet. So the only thing that crossed my mind was kissing him, so that's what I did. I pulled him closer to me and grabbed his face with my hands, I placed my lips to his in a short but sweet kiss, remembering how soft they were and how I missed them.
They were like lost pieces that reunited in a puzzle and fitted perfectly, like they were made for each other.
