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Chapter 3

Taylor drove me to her house instead of my own. We walked inside and sat down on her sofa, and turned on the TV. Entertainment Tonight was on, so both of us decided to watch it. Neither of us had anything to say, because we didn't know what to say, or even what to think.

"Good Morning everyone. I know we're off on the time that this show comes on, but we have an important announcement." the man on the screen stated. I groaned, it was probably an "important announcement" about Lady Gaga's latest outfit.

The screen changed to a different person talking, and the broadcast continued. I decided to tune in, what else did I really have to do anyways?

"The record breaking, world famous British boy band One Direction is doing a reunion concert one time only in London, England." the news anchor said as I leaned closer to the television, "All the boys are in their mid to late 20's now, and the ever popular Liam and Zayn have settled down with wives and children. Girls, that means there's 3 boys left for you to get your hands on. Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, and Harry Styles are still out there looking for their perfect match!"

The name Harry Styles hit me like a bus. Tay looked at me right away, but her attention was taken away when the reporter mentioned they interviewed Harry for the show. My eyes shot back to the television, knowing I would be hearing Harry's voice from recently.

"I'm still single," he said, "and I'm staying that way for a while, I have my reasons."

The voice matched the one that growled in my ear last night. I touched my fingers to my bottom lip, then my top lip. The ones he kissed. I remembered everything that happened last night. The love, the pain, the energy. It was still fresh in my mind.

"Taylor." I said her name, trying to figure out what to say next. I looked for the words, but nothing came to mind.

"Yeah Layla?" she asked me. I could hear how nervous she was for what I was going to say. She had fear written all over her, even visable in her eyes.

I knew what to say. I breathed, "Last night... That was Harry."