Long way Down {COMPLETED}

Two

"Ana are you in there!?" I heard a familiar  voice knocking  on the door in front of me.

I unlocked the door without saying a word. I opened the door slowly making sure no one was with Taylor. It looked clear so she entered the what seemed to be office and I sat down on a chair and we sat in silence.

How can I be the one when he has no time for me? How can I be the one when there's endless photos of him with other girls? How can I be the one when he hasn't spoken to me since we ended things. Just because we had a relationship doesn't mean we were dating right?

"Do you want to go apartment shopping? Or even house shopping. I think this is a perfect time for new beginnings," Taylor broke the silence. I couldn't help but to laugh.

"That was seriously so random," I smiled. No matter how random  it was it did sound delightful. Having somewhere to call my own. I was 20 and still living with my parents in LA.

"So what do you say? Want to be roommates?" She smiled leaning against the wall.

"Sure why not?" I said getting excited the more I thought about it. "Yeah let's do it, when in New York," I smiled standing up opening the door to the office in which I remembered I was hiding in.

When I opened it my manager Sally was standing there with her clipboard and headset on.

"Oh there you are," she said grabbing both of my shoulders. "So one... They're pissed you left the interview like that and two.... The loved it. Very dramatic. Perfect start for your movie. Sharon mentioned your tour so you got that publicity.  You have four days off but I was thinking you can stay in the city and have a good time," she said in what sounded like one breath.

"Good can you get ahold of my mom and tell her to pack up my belongings. I will be moving out," I said squealing by the end of the sentence.

"Should a get a car?" Taylor asked as we walked out the door to the office.

"No it's okay I will do it," Sally insisted walking the opposite direction.

Once we were alone outside it was only appropriate to freak out about moving in with Taylor. And of course with any excitement the paps caught it on camera.

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One month later

As I walked around the house with pandora blasting through the speaker system I heard him. His voice was angelic and so raspy my heart melted.

As much as I hate it this is all my fault. I run. Running is my specialty. I was a great track runner in high school. I ran from him. I ran from feeling anything or letting him feel anything for me. I recalled the interview and the video clip and his words about me. How can he love someone like me?

I ran to the end of the hallway where the writing or recording room and grabbed my notebook from the desk. I had been working on this piece for months I even recorded a hard copy. One Directions new album has a lot of songs from Harry's perspective so maybe it's time to let go of what I have been holding onto.

"Tay!!" I yelled down the hallway in hopes that she had heard me. Moments later I could hear her and 8 paws behind her.

"Yeah what is it?" She asked poking her head through the door.

"I think that it's time for me to release this" I said waving my hands around my face dramatically. 

She walked inside, picked up Meredith and leaned on the desk. "I think that's a great idea you know. It will do great things. The world is ready for it," she nodded while running her fingers through the cats fur.

I took a deep breath and texted Sally about the track. I needed this to drop by midnight tonight. Sally is spectacular. She made things happen and got things done so I have faith in her.

"Hey," I answered my phone it was Sally.

"Good news the label thinks it's a great idea to drop a hit tonight so they're down for that," I laughed at her trying to keep up with today's lingo,"the only real problem is that no one has heard this hit so that'll be interesting since they're already making preparations to drop it with vevo, Apple, and other music industries. Not doubting you or anything but it's music you produced and wrote right?" She spoke in one breath finally giving me a window to speak.

"Yes for the most part. Taylor helped with the acoustic since I obviously can't play," I sighed," but everything else was all me."

"Great," I can hear her scribbling my every word down in the background. "So a few things before I go. One, I will be over in an hour or so to collect the track or actually can you email it to me by chance? Two) don't forget you have rehearsal for you British Music Award tomorrow so be on time. Your flight leaves at 5 today," I checked the clock on my phone while she spoke it was 11 a.m,"oh I just got a great idea. Switch the set you're playing the song that you're dropping tonight tomorrow at the award ceremony. Brilliant right?"

My heart dropped. It was already a big step to release something so personal but to perform it? Not only that but it's at the BMA's where Harry will be in the audience.

"I can email it to you but Sally performing it?" I pouted," I don't know.... It's so personal I don't know," I looked up at Taylor and her jaw was dropped. She is the only one who has heard it.

"Well suck it up princess because that's what you're doing. So then I won't be seeing you until tomorrow night then. You have fittings at 2 make up at 3 then three interviews then red carpet. Taylor will be by your side the entire time so you'll be fine. I will meet up with you at your first interview," I nodded to what she said although she can't see me.

"Sounds good Sally. Thanks for making this happen my fans will be so surprised. It'll be great. But I'm still not packed so I am going to go email you these and get my things together ," I said hanging up.

My skin got hot and I started freaking out. Taylor was still sitting on the desk beside me trying to read my reaction.

After a few moments of silence she finally spoke, "Well, you'll defiantly need a new dress. You can not go out and sing he saddest song known to man in a pink mini dress," she stated making me laugh. Although that was the truth that was the last thing on my mind.