Loved You First

Chapter 34

Taylor's P.O.V
"Taylor?" I recognised his voice. I had no idea how to face him! I honestly didn't feel like talking to him at all. After the whole embarrassing dinner, I'd rather not. Kelly didn't even give me chance to change. I really don't care about how I look, but at the same time I wouldn't want him to see me like this. So, I quickly grabbed a pair of shorts and a white top. I grabbed my make up bag and applied a hint of foundation and mascara.

"Taylor?" He called put again.

"I'll be right out!" I yelled through the door.

He didn't reply so I'm guessing he heard me. I quickly finished everything and walked out with my cellphone in my hand.

"Hey," I said to him. His back was faced to me and he was looking intently into something. I wonder what it was?

"Hey- Wow. You look hot," I tried not to blush. But the way he looked upon me from head to toe made my legs weak.

"What're you reading?" I asked as I tried to look what he had in his hand.

"Oh this-"

"Give it back to me! Right now, Harry!" I rushed to him but he instantly held the book higher.

"What is this?" He laughed.

"Please give it to me," I begged.

"It about me, isn't it?" He asked and I stopped fighting. That was the whole point. I never wanted him to find this out. I completely forgot that I kept my diary on the table last night. I had fallen asleep writing the diary.

I lowered my head, ashamed.

"Hey hey," his fingers below my chin trying to make me look at him.

"Look at me, baby," he whispered.

"I love that you write about me. It makes me feel so special. Well is it just about me or other to?" His voice a little disappointed.

"Just about you," I said, timidly.

"Good," he grinned. Good? That's it? I'm supposed to mad at him! I quickly grabbed the book and ran away from him sitting on my bed. I kept looking at the closed diary.

"So you're going to avoid me?" He asked.

Harry's P.O.V
"So you're going to avoid me?" I asked her.

No answer.

"Taylor?" I pressed.

No answer. Damn.

"Baby?" He head shot up. I smiled to how me calling her baby affected her. Soon her eyes started to water and I rushed to her.

"Hey, baby. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry," I pushed my hands to her face rubbing her cheeks softly.

She pushed my hands away and dropped the diary using her hand to wipe her cheeks. She wasn't even gonna let me soothe her.

"I'm sorry, Taylor," I said once again.

"Sorry won't change it, Harry," she finally spoke.

"I know. Let me make it up to you?" I asked as sweetly as I could. Damn, I hadn't seen her since days and I missed her too much to accept. I called her so many damn times. I thought she'd be just fine, but now I know I screwed up bad.

"You just can't make it up to me," she was furious now.

"Then what do you want me to do?" I wouldn't possible do everything right now. She should be thankful I came all the way here. I was on the verge of giving up to her tantrums.

"You'll be punished," she stated. What?

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"I mean, you've to give me something," she smiled.

"What is that I need to give you?" Definitely some necklace and shit. That's all girls always want. I was wrong when I thought that Taylor isn't materialistic. Anyway, it's fine. I wouldn't bother buying her anything right now. I have no shit idea how to deal with this.

"So much ice cream!" She widened her hands to show me how much she actually wanted and I laughed. I genuinely laughed and she joined in. Damn, I was hell wrong about her! She isn't what I am thinking she is. Damn you, Harry.

"So, how punished do you feel?" She grinned.

"Very, Ms. Taylor." I smiled.

"Good. I had hoped it that way," she whispered.

"Why are you whispering?" I whispered, too.

"Because..." She came closer to and for a second I thought she was going to kiss me, but her mouth went to my ears.

"I want to," her seductive voice made me shiver. Fuck.

I groaned and quickly pulled her on my lap placing my lips on her.

"Damn, I needed this since so long," I said and she laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked.

"Because I needed it, too," she smiled and I kissed her hard. She moaned went I bit her lip a little which made me deepen the kiss. Her hands laced through my curls and she pulled them because of the the pleasure she felt.

"Baby," I groaned as she was now straddling me. Damn it.

"If you're going to keep rubbing me like this, we won't make it to the ice cream centre," my voice was husky.

"Wh- at?" She stopped.

"Stop rubbing yourself over me," I smiled.

"Even though I'm enjoying every bit of it, I don't want it to go any further," she looked at me as if she'd seen a ghost.

"You don't know?" I chuckled. Of course she had no idea what she was doing.

"You haven't had sex?" I gaped knowing the answer.

She shook her head no.

"Really?" She nodded a yes.

"How?" I asked.

"I just never had a boyfriend," she shrugged.

"What about George?" I questioned, curiously.

"We kissed but not anymore," she avoided eye contact.

"So he's your first kiss?" I couldn't help, but ask.

"Yes," she said and I felt a little jealous. I wanted to be her first kiss. I knew I was being a jealous person. I knew she wanted the same with me but she knew about me, I was sure. My first kiss was still unknown to me. I had no idea who the girl was.

"Well, technically no," she brought me back from my thoughts.

"What do you mean? How many guys have you kissed, Taylor?" I sounded jealous.

"I had my first kiss back in New York," she said.

Fuck.

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