*Harry's POV*
"Taylor." I whispered between kisses but I just couldn't pull away. She did everything that she knew drives me crazy. She played with my curls and bit my bottom lip. She'd press her body hard against mine. She'd smile when she was winning a tongue battle. She was a fighter all right. "Taylor." I groaned, this time pulling away. I locked eyes with hers and felt the pain shoot through my chest. "Harry. Please. Don't do this" she whispered leaning her head against my chest. I slowly rubbed her back as I felt the tears begin to form. "I can't." I whispered, stroking her hair. "Why?" she commanded as tears began to fall down her cheeks. "You may never understand it, but those boys are my life. And I can't have them and you. Niall and I are barely friends, and we used to be brothers. I can't loose them. And our careers.. I almost got you killed. " my voice said shakily. "You don't have to lose them. We can fix all of this." she whimpered. "I love you, Taylor. I wish it didn't end like this for us." I sighed. She pulled away with tears flooding her eyes and ran to the door, but I ran after her and grabbed onto her waist. "I'll come back for you. One day, love. One day." I whispered into her ear, kissing her hair. She let out a soft little cry as she turned around to give me one last kiss. Long, hard, and full of nothing but love. A secret love. A love we both could no longer have. "Promise?" she whispered. "I promise." I said. And with that she left the room with out a single word, both of us nothing but heartbroken.
*Taylor's POV*
I ran down the hallway, trying to push him out of my mind. But that wasn't possible. I lost him. I lost everything I always wanted. I could have stayed with Logan, I thought to myself. But I immediately deceased the thought in my head. Logan would hate me for saying that. He wanted me to live, to fight for who and what I love. But look what happened. I put myself completely out there only to get shut down again. I guess I should have listened to my inner mind from the beginning. Harry Styles had heartbreak written all over him. And I was the latest victim.
When I finally reached the hospital, I grabbed my clothes and my wallet and finally headed out. I was free. Completely and utterly free. I looked around the streets and began to walk. I didn't get very far though. "Oh my gosh! Taylor Sparks!!!!! Please sign my face!" one girl screamed from across the street. I walked over to her and her friends to sign autographs. It felt good to be me, to feel loved like I used to. Almost as if I never even loss myself in the first place. Maybe meeting Harry wasn't for me to get over Logan, or to fall in love, maybe he was just to meant to come along in my life to help me simply find myself again. Maybe.
