Harry's POV
Lying back on my bed, I looked over at the clock. 1:30am. I could never sleep. Sighing loudly, I grabbed my pen and notebook, and, sitting at my desk, I opened it onto a fresh page. I was just randomly doodling, when I drew a broken heart. Right next to it, I wrote 'where do broken hearts go?'.
Staring at the question, it mad me think. Did I still consider my heart to be broken? What happened between Taylor and I was months ago now, but I was still constantly thinking about it. Thinking properly back to that night, I can't even remember what we were fighting about. That was how silly it was. And we broke up because of that. Because of some stupid fight that we can't even remember.
That made me angry. Chucking down my pen, I grabbed my jacket from the back of my chair and pulled it on. Striding out onto the landing, I stopped and looked into the mirror.
"Right, Harry, don't fuck this up."
Taylor's POV
Waking up from a deep sleep was never great. Especially if you woke up to a madman banging on your door. Slowly getting out of bed, my first thought was to lock myself in the bathroom with my cats and a lot of food. Then I shook my head. Grabbing a high heel from the closet (the one with the highest and spikiest heel) I walked out of my bedroom. Tonight I had been so tired, I had just decided to sleep in one of the downstairs bedrooms.
Walking out into the hall, I unlocked the door, then waited a moment before opening it. Holding the high heel in the air, I yanked open the door... to find Harry standing on the doorstep in the pouring rain.
Dropping the high heel, my face formed an expression of confusion.
"Umm, what are you doing here? And why are you standing in the rain? Get in, stupid" I said, grabbing a handful of his jacket and pulling him in.
Closing the door behind me, I didn't wait for an answer, before walking into the kitchen. Just as I suspected he followed me. Filling up the kettle and putting it on, I spun round to face Harry once again.
"Were you going to kill me with a high heel?" he questioned.
"Shut up. You were banging on my door in the middle of the night. I wasn't going to go out there without a weapon!"
"A high heel? Really?"
"They're good weapons, okay? You should just be lucky that I would have wasted one of my Louboutins for you!"
Laughing, I suddenly realized he was still in soaking wet clothes.
"Hang on, I'm sure I still have some of your clothes from when we were..." Trailing off, I hurried off into the laundry room, where I had washed his clothes, realized they were his and kept them because I didn't know how to give them back. Looking in the cupboards, I soon located them.
"You can go into the living room to change" I said, handing him the clothes.
"It's through there" I said, pointing.
"I know where the living room is" he said smiling, and I remembered that we had dated, and we knew each others LA houses off by heart.
