Loved You First

Chapter 26

Harry's P.O.V
I woke up as I felt her stirring around me. My eyes flew open only to see a beautiful face. She looked flawless with her hair sprawled over my shoulder and her hands gripping the round of my shirt, tight. She looked too tired. Of course she would be. And, I realised she didn't change. I'm sure she must have slept right away or maybe she didn't sleep at all. It aches me to know that she cried in his arms than mine. She said we could work it out, but what if we don't? I trust myself on screwing up. I have never dated anyone. Never found it interesting. I always had hook ups. But with Taylor, I don't think so. I do want her, but with her I'm very calm. I can't suppress my feelings. I always want her beside me. It's been just a month since I've met her, hut I always feel like I've seen her somewhere before. Not magazines, I'm sure. I don't read 'em. It feels like I've even had dreams about her before. I don't know why do I feel so connected to her.

I had a dream in which I met this girl in a club. She had a mask over her face which didn't quite let me see her face. Well, we all had masks on our faces, but in some way i found her beautiful. She smelled heaven. The reason why I love Tay's scent is because I'm sure it was the same which I dreamt about.

Well, the dream was obviously based on reality. It just kept repeating in my head as a dream.
I was in America a year ago when my family decided to have a trip there to meet some friends. I didn't meet any of them as I excused myself to always party around and made a few friends.

I remember the girl and I had danced together. We were crazily dancing around and laughing our asses out. I wanted to see her face so bad because her sound was so pure. Her laugh sent shivers through my spine.

And, with Taylor. I felt the same. Her smile, her laugh, her lips, her face. It just bewitched me. Her touch felt like I've felt before. Like, she was the girl that night. But of course she wouldn't do parties. As much as I've know her personality by now, she wouldn't go to such wild parties and dance with an unknown person.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Taylor's voice snapped me back into the reality.

"Good morning, beautiful," I whispered, pressing a light kiss on her head.

"Good morning," she smiled.

"And, to answer your question, I was staring at you because you look stunning even with your hair messed up," I said. Smirk evident on my face.

"I'm sure I look like a potato. I didn't even change after going home, if you noticed," she said looking down at herself.

"Okay, then let's change," I said.

"Yes, let's go home," she nodded, getting up.

"Who said we're going home?" I pulled her back in my arms.

"Harry, in order to get changed we need to be at our respective houses. We do not have clothes and a shower out here," she chuckled.

"We can always buy some clothes and as for a shower, I'd like to take you to the lake right here," I said slowly and she blushed knowing my intentions.

"Okay, we can grab some clothes and head to a hotel room," I suggested.

"But why? We can always go home," she asked, again.

"Taylor, I don't want to be home like this. I've had enough scolding from my parents about my drinking habits," I snapped.

"Then why do you?" Her eyes softened.

"I stopped a week ago until yesterday. I'm sorry for leaving you all alone in such a place, Taylor. As soon as I realised my mistake, I turned the car to get you back. But till I came, you were in George's arms probably telling him how pathetic I am," I pressed my lips in a thin line after realising I just opened up a lot.