Just Kidding

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Taylor.

When we got to the hotel, Harry and his friends caught up while I plastered a plastic smile on my face. I was on my phone the whole time they were talking.

The real reason why we came to this place specifically is because Harry had his friends from school here.

By the time midnight came, I was already in my pajamas and in bed. Harry came in a little while after me and, because he did have a few drinks, he stumbled through the doorway.

"Taylor?" He whispered. It wasn't really a whisper. I'm sure he attempted to whisper but it really came out like a quiet shout.

"She's not here at the moment, please leave a message after the beep." I whispered. Harry drunkenly giggled and plopped right next to me.

I didn't react, having been too tired to turn around. He started leaving sloppy kisses down my shoulder and to my hand. "I love you so much." He laughed again.

"Beep." I laughed with him. He came back up to my face and made noises in my ear. "Harry!" I hissed and turned over on my other side. It was too dark to make out a facial expression, but I could see where his eyes were.

"Talk to me, Taylor." I could hear humor in his voice. "Tell me what you love about me. Tell me why you are so pretty. Tell me secrets you've never told anyone." He let out a giggle at the end.

"I love your sense of humor," I started. "I especially love it when you laugh at your own jokes, even if they aren't funny to anyone else." I kept going. I couldn't stop. Once I started with one thing, it lead to another, and then that lead to another thing, and pretty soon he was asleep.

It was easy to tell him all of the things I love about him. It was nearly impossible to stop telling him all of the things I love about him. He was such an amazing guy, you had to love him for something.

"I love- Harry?" I whispered. I had turned away from him when he started snoring in my face. I felt like I should keep going, even though he doesn't deserve to know all of the amazing things about himself, I wanted him to know.

He should know that he will probably be one of the greatest loves I'll ever get. He will be the love that I talk to my grandkids about when they ask me about love. No matter who I end up with, I'll always wish it was him.

He stirred in his sleep. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, hoping sleep would help me forget.

~

I woke up with bright sunlight gleaming through the half open curtains. I remembered everything once again and looked behind me, seeing empty sheets. I called for Harry and winced at how ugly I sounded.

"Taylor?" He came from inside of the hotel bathroom. "Hey beautiful." He smiled with a toothbrush in his cheek.

"I think I'll go home a little early, Harry." I rubbed over my face and laid on my back. "I'm not feeling well."

"No!" He whined. "We haven't even started having fun yet. You can't go home before fun. What was the point of coming here if we can't even have fun?" He set his toothbrush on the counter next to the bathroom and came rushing towards the bed. He plopped on the bed with his arms immediately snaking around my torso. He pulled me on top of him, whining and yelling "no" dramatically.

I can't lie, I was having fun in this moment. He made me laugh and I found it cute when he whined and kept thrashing.

I finally gave in, "okay! I don't want to do anything too extreme." I remind him of his chin, which has healed up by now, and he rolls his eyes. He gets up after pepper kissing all over my face. "Pick up your toothbrush, it's disgusting to leave it out!" I yell after he goes into the bathroom.

He comes back out and picks up his toothbrush while glaring at me. When he picks up his toothbrush, he flicks some of his gross spit and sticky toothpaste left on the toothbrush at me.

"Ew!" I yell. He throws his head back in laughter as he walks to the bathroom.

Everything feels better when I don't constantly have the image of Harry's tongue down Kendall's throat. I can manage to move on from this and pretend it never happened, as long as Harry doesn't remember it. It will never be brought up again.

So I decided to text Kendall, basically just telling her that I don't want to hear another thing about what happened that night. Why does she remember it and Harry doesn't? Things would be so much easier if Harry remembered.

She replied quickly with an agreement and another apology. 

There. I've let it go. I can start having fun with my boyfriend, on a trip that he surprised me with, and it probably cost him a fortune. I'm happy with where we are and I'm happy that I can get away from this stupid dark cloud that's costantly over my head.

With a smile on my face, I got out of bed and picked out my bathing suit from my suitcase. I took all of my bedtime clothes off and slipped on my bathing suit. Harry came out just as I was putting a pair of jean shorts over.

"Good." He said. "You need extra time to get dressed." He ended up laughing.

"I have a perfectly fine routine for getting ready!" I swatted his arm. He laughed and walked to his bag, pulling out a clean shirt and a pair of sunglasses.

I grab a beach towel from his bag and walk into the kitchen area. This really is a nice hotel. It feels like my apartment. I shrugged my shoulders and set the towel down.

"I ordered us some breakfast earlier."