I Should've Known

Chapter Nine - Talk.

Chapter Nine: Talk.

Have you ever felt that feeling when you’re like stuck underwater, trying to re-emerge but you couldn’t since your body is getting weaker and weaker after every passing second? You’re unable to use your arms and legs to push you back up to the surface of the water to breathe back oxygen into your lungs, and because of that, you felt as if your chest and ears are about to explode due to pressure, your oxygen supply is about to run out and all you can see is that bright light… flashes of your memories and life starts rolling right before your eyes and slowly, darkness engulfs you.

That was exactly how Taylor felt when she finally met again the person who had haunted her for weeks, the person who had always been running in her head, and the person who she couldn’t get over with.

She took off her Ray Bans to examine the man in front of her. She knew that she couldn’t be mistaken. It was really him. Even though he had a striped bonnet on, she could see his curly, dark brown hair sticking out, and even though he was wearing sunglasses, Taylor was sure that his pair of green eyes was staring back at her as she gawked at him in shock.

Harry Styles.

The brunet towered over her, she was quite frightened by his sudden arrival, and she couldn’t even move her limbs to act normally anymore. Her mouth was slightly agape, and she was certain that Harry could clearly see that she was surprised and afraid of him. She was starting to panic, her mind restless and spinning, her hands clammy, and her heart pounding in her chest.

“Hello, Taylor,” he repeated, with the same seductive voice that had made her fall in love with him.

Taylor didn’t reply. She was just too shocked to say or do anything. Her visible fidgeting made the brunet in front of her smirk inwardly as he looked down at the blonde. “So, we meet again,” he pointed out, and this made Taylor wince a bit.

“Thank you for close-captioning my nightmare,” she gritted out hesitantly.

“Nightmare?” he echoed incredulously. “Oh, come on. I will never be in one of your nightmares, you know it. For sure, I’m in one of the fantasies that girls wanna experience, that kind of shit.”

His cussing made her wince again, but she decided to completely ignore it. It was kind of different with Ed. Well, he curses a lot – maybe a lot more than Harry – but when Ed swears, Taylor didn’t mind much. Well, she’s sort of stern when it comes to cussing, but it’s different when Ed does it. She hates to hear those curses from other people’s mouths, but when it’s Ed, it’s quite okay.

Just the thought of the redhead made her miss him a lot more.

“What are you doing here?” Taylor snapped, trying to look irritated even though she was frightened.

She watched as his eyes swiftly move from side to side behind his sunglasses, looking around them, before focussing back to her. He then lowered his head closer to her ear. “I want to talk with you in private,” he breathed, making Taylor shiver slightly.

Harry slowly moved away from her and made his way towards the door. All she did was gaze at his long legs which carried him out of the café, up to his face, where a smirk was plastered, as if taunting her and telling her, “Follow me, or else.”

Although she knew that following him would be certainly dangerous and she knew that she would regret it afterwards, Taylor unwittingly followed his steps out of the coffee shop.

I already made a deal with the devil before, might as well get over it, she thought, clicking her tongue.

But I am seriously going to regret this. For sure.