Just Kidding

I Won't Mind

Taylor.

When I woke up the next morning, everything that happened the night before hit me hard.

I whined to myself and picked up a pillow, hiding my face while I began crying for the billionth time.

I hoped he was here. I know I did. Even though I know it's better if he was gone, I didn't want him to leave. I wanted to have one of our fights where we scream at each other and say everything we've ever wanted then the problems would be fixed.

I just wanted to fight with him and then go back to how we were before. If I could just yell at him and have him apologize a million times, I might just get over it and we can move on.

I got up and went into my bathroom. I looked like shit. I wiped my eyes and put on a light layer of concealer just to hide the puffiness.

I got out to my living room and hoped Harry was still sleeping on the couch. I felt a little part of me fall when I didn't see him sleeping.

"Good morning," Harry was in the kitchen, chirpy and smiling. I furrowed my eyebrows and walked towards him. "I made breakfast." he leaned over the kitchen and pressed his lips to my cheek. He moved back when I moved away from him.

"Harry, do you remember last night?" I asked him. He looked up at me and then the roof, slowly shaking his head with a confused look.

This is my chance. This is the only chance I will be given to just move on from the drama. If I play my cards right, he won't ever remember this and it will never be brought up again.

But I know it's not right. This will eventually eat me up and will tear our relationship apart if I don't say something. And how inconsiderate of his feelings, taking away a memory like this. It's not fair to him or to me.

But I don't want to lose him.

"What did you make for breakfast?" I sighed and sat in one of the chairs at the bar. He began telling me this wild story of how he almost started a fire by not turning the bacon. I laughed and told him bacon couldn't catch fire, just to make a little banter and get my mind off of things.

"So I made a reservation to go on a vacation for a little while." he smiled and handed me a plate of pancakes and eggs. "And I already talked to Arial, she has cancelled all of your appearances so we could spend a week together." he smiled and leaned over the counter, attempting to kiss me again.

The thought of him and Kendall rushed to my mind, and I rushed to get away from him. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me, waiting for an answer.

I didn't have one.

Right as I was about to come clean and remind him of what he did, he laughed and went back to the kitchen.

"You should get packed and then we will go to my place so I can grab my things." he shut the stove off and put the dishes he used in the pantry.

I was in my bedroom, packing, still feeling guilty for depriving Harry of his own memories.

"Harry, you kissed another girl last night. I should have told you- no." I started laughing to myself.

I shouldn't be the one feeling guilty about this. He was in the wrong and it's not my fault if he doesn't remember. I shouldn't feel this bad about his mistake.

It's stupid of me to rehearse how to tell him. It's stupid of me to ignore this problem. Why didn't I just remind him. Why didn't I tell him what he did. God, I'm so stupid sometimes.

I should have yelled at him and told him to leave and that we were through and that everything I've ever said to him doesn't matter anymore because this one thing messed up every thing.

"Who are you talking to?" Harry walked in, laughing at me.

"Me, myself, and I." I laughed with him. It wasn't a sincere "I enjoy what's happening right now" laugh. It was a good enough laugh to fill the hole in the room.

"Are you all packed? Do you need any help with anything?" He asked and plopped on the floor next to me.

"No actually. I'm almost done. I just have to grab my toiletry bag." I got up the second he sat down. "I'll be a minute, but if you want to go downstairs and start the car, that would be best." I said to him before closing the bedroom door.

"I'll call Liam and see if he'll drive us since he is closest to you." He sighed and got up, then left the bedroom.

I shut the bathroom door slowly so Harry didn't know I shut it. Tears started streaming down my face, uncontrollably after I shut the door. With my back to the door, I bent over and held my hand over my chest. Soon after that my knees buckled and I fell to the ground.

I wanted to be quiet so Harry didn't hear me and think I was dying or something, but God, this hurt like hell. I don't want to end things with Harry but I can't just move past this. I have to tell him before I end up making myself miserable.

Dammit, why did this have to happen? Why did I leave? I should have stayed with my boyfriend and celebrated the New Year with him. The New Year. This is how I start it& by lying to my boyfriend about a mistake he made but I'm killing myself over it?

"Taylor?" Harry knocked on door. "I don't mean to rush, I just wanted to tell you Liam is here. He came up to visit."

I stood up quickly while replying to Harry with a simple "okay". I pulled out my makeup bag and put on more concealer and put in eye drops so my eyes didn't look so puffy, and I put on chapstick so my lips didn't look so beaten up.

"Taylor?" There was knocking on the door. I put down my chapstick and opened it to see Liam standing a few inches away. I smiled as best I could and reached out for a hug. His hug was always so soft and warm. It made me feel like shit all over again. "How are you?" He asked.

It took me a second to respond. Does he know? Did he see something that I didn't? No, he is just being friendly.

"I'm good. How are you?" I asked him, putting my makeup back in it's rightful place.

"I'm tired." He laughed. "How was your New Year celebration? I'm sure yours was different than mine." He laughed.

"It was quiet." I didn't look up. "How was yours?" I asked him, knowing he probably doesn't remember.

"It was loud. I left the club a few after you did. It got boring really fast." He laughed again.

"Really? Did you get hammered like the rest of them?" I deadly laughed.

"No, I'm not really into drinking much. You know, kidneys need to keep working." He laughed again.

"So what did you do after you got home? Did you just sit around and watch TV?" I washed my hands and dried them on a towel sitting by the sink.

"Pretty much. I think I did a little work out just to kill time." He nodded his head. I looked at him through the mirror and watched him scratch his chin. "Is everything okay?" He asked.

I came back to reality and laughed, tucking hair behind my ears. "I'm sorry, I got distracted. Um, I'm ready to go now." Just as I said that, Harry walked into the room.

"Are you all packed?" He asked, planting a light kiss to my cheek. He caught me off guard with that kiss and suddenly I felt the urge to burst into tears again.

||No but seriously, before I publish the next chapter, my goal is to get at least ten comments on this one, please lol.||
||And I know it's not a Haylor song, but I like it so sue me.||