Should I? -Nick Robinson

Fourth of july

Nick pov
I take another sip from my scotch and turn so I'm leaning against the bar with my elbow and look around the room. I see Chris Pratt in the left side of the room, towards the back. I wave to him and he waves back, stepping aside with two drinks in his hands. My eyes lock on something red. It's Isabella. Holy crap, what the hell is she doing here?! She's wearing a red dress with soft curls and she...looks incredible. Wait, she's looking at me too! Do you really think she's gonna let you anywhere near her after you've treated her like that? I quickly get off the high chair and almost running, pushing my way through the crowd, I make my way towards her. Shes starting to turn away. I run even faster. I cut the corner and run down the hallway to cut her off. I reach the end and she's two inches away, still walking while looking back. She bumps into me and gasps. I cup her face in my hands and press my lips onto hers. I wait for an accepting gesture until I realize she's kissing back. Then I go full on. I massage her lips, fire touching my tongue. It's like the Fourth of July in my mouth. Our mouths move together in rhythm, never skipping a beat. She gasps to catch her breath and I give her a second. "You're such an asshole" she whispers. Second's over. I lean in again and kiss her stronger. "I hate you" she manages to speak. I kiss her even harder than before, I'm afraid I'm hurting her. She pulls away from me with tears in her eyes. "Why did you leave?" She asks desperately. She's upset. A single tear falls from her right eye and drops on her cheek. I lean in and kiss it. "I'm here now" I whisper in her ear and start to kiss her again. This time she kisses more forcefully and I pull her closer to my body. I push my body closer to hers so not even a feather could fit between us. Her hands are running down my back and mine through her soft hair. I hear a glass shatter. Isabella lifts her eyebrows that way but I ignore it and move her head back into position. Then a flash of bright white light stuns us both. I see dark spots and have to blink a few times before I recognize who it is. Taylor.
Taylor pov
I haven't seen Nick in forever, where is he? I grab my wristlet and start to walk the room in search of him. I swipe a martini off of a passing waiter. I complete a square walk-through of the whole room. He's not here. So then I decide to explore the surrounding corridors. After the fourth one I check, I see a girl in a red dress and another guy. No that can't be Nick. I edge a little closer and I see it is Nick. I drop my glass. Fucking bastard. I walk up to them and take a photo with my phone. "Taylor!", Nick screams. I keep on walking, sticking my middle finger back at him. I turn the corner and go outside to the paparazzi.