Chapter Two - The Boy I Thought Was Mine

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Taylor's POV

I looked in the mirror one last time. I knew I had to look perfect for Harry. He hasn't seen me in a while. What if he forgot all about me while I was....away? What if he's moved on to someone else? No. He wouldn't do that. Harry would never cheat. Never. I ponder hopelessly about how I should tell him. If I make it look like its no big deal, he'll think I'm not excited, but I am. But what if I tell him, and I'm super excited, because I am, then he totally bails and breaks up with me. I know what's happened before. He could end up being completely terrified. Maybe I'm just paranoid. Telling someone something like this would make anyone nervous, right? Right. I slip on my shoes and walk out the door hoping I have the luck I've always needed with me, tonight.

As I ride in my car to Au Poivreè, a fancy resturaunt by Harry's place, I think about how we had our first date there and I'm hoping we will click just like that first night. I can't wait.

Breathe in...breathe out. I walk through the revolving door and look around. Au Poivreè looks different since last time I was here with Harry. A red carpet now covers the floor and a giant silver chandelier hangs over the glistening white tables and chairs. I walk up to the reservation desk and then suddenly see an adorable couple walking arm-in-arm in the distance, two brunettes, the boy with curly hair and green eyes just like Harry's. Wait! That's Harry with another girl in the restaurant HE INVITED ME TO. The lady at the desk calls my name,
"Ma'am? Excuse me? Ma'am!" But all I can do is stare in awe at the boy I thought was mine smiling at a girl that wasn't me. But then I remember it all. The last time I saw Harry, we went out to lunch at this one really cute place in Hollywood, this girl he is with right now, was our waitress. And I remember Harry writing down his number on a piece of paper and putting it in his pocket. I tried to ask him about it, but he kept interrupting me, and he kept trying to change the subject! When we were leaving that day, when he ran back through the door, he MUST have ran in to give that girl his number! WHAT A JERK! I can't believe this. I can not believe this. This can't...be happening. As my eyes flooded with tears, I ran out of the restaurant, muffling my sobs.

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