True love, isn't being inseparable. It means being separated and nothing changes.
Taylor and Harry, are known by millions. Their love, is hated by millions.
What will they do when they find themselves tied up together, again?
Because they both kn...
Taylor's P.O.V Three bottles. Three bottles of wine I've drank so far, and right now, i can't really make out what's going on, my vision is blurred, I can't stand up, and I can't speak.
"Taylor this is you're fourth bottle, don't finish it, let's watch a movie and have a coffee" I put my head on the table and groan.
"Karlie. Be quiet" I feel strong arms pull me up, my hat falls to the floor, I should have taken it off ages ago, as we didn't even go out in the end.
"Ed, let go" he lets me go and I run outside. I can make out the flashing lights, and all the voices.
"Taylor why did Harry leave you?"
"Are you pregnant?"
"Why are you so skinny now?"
"Stop crying love, and tell us where Harry is hiding"
"Who's the next boyfriend?"
"Is your next album in progress?"
The voices all build up. Their hurting my head. I can't take it anymore. So I scream. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, ALL OF YOU" I lunge forward to slap a pap but Selena takes hold of my wrist and pulls my back into the house.
I collapse onto the ground, as the tears keep coming.
"Taylor get a fucking grip, I get your upset and broken but you can't be that stupid to go outside to paps!" Selena's silhouette stands in front of me.
I get up and stumble up the stairs to my bedroom. Blanking all of them on my way up. I can't take anything anymore.
I snatch my car keys, I run down the stairs and out the door, the paps have gone. I stand still, embracing the wind and being outside, it feels foreign but good.
The front door opens and all of them shout my name.
I drive. I can't make out the roads much but I know where I'm going. My phone is going off like crazy.
I pull up in the drive way, my heart in pounding furiously in my chest.
I get the spare key from under a dodgy stone in the path way, a place were we both thought was good. I walk in, the scent of him overloading my smell. Its exactly how we left it, our home.
I shut the door, as loads of letters fell from the letter box. Around 35 at least.
I decide to leave those until later, I walk around. The living room has photos of me and him everywhere...when we were happy, smiling. There's was a baby scan of Joey, photos of family and friends.
I pick up my favourite photo of us.
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I remember that day like it was yesterday, we were in London for my Victoria Secret show and his interview for One Directions fourth album. We were at his and had decided to take a walk down to the woods, we spoke about everything that day, about how we wouldn't leave each other, and how he loved me, and would never let me go. Never.
