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nine

The ride home was silent. Lots of the hours, I spent by pretending to sleep to make the awkward silence better. It was late when we finally arrived to my apartment.

I put in my keys and locked up the apartment. "When is your plane leaving?" I threw the bags by the couch and sat down.

"In six hours. It leaves at 4 AM," he mumbled.

"Great," I muttered. I was still feeling a weird vibe between us after last night.

He sat down on the couch across me, not saying a word. He opened his mouth multiple times, but closed it again.

"Look, Taylor. I don't want it to end this way," he started off.

"Like what?" I scoffed. I didn't want to be mad at him, but being rejected made me feel humiliated.

He didn't say a word and I got up and walked over to the kitchen to try and distract myself from the silence.

"Taylor, I'm sorry!" He said, walking over to me. "I wanted this just as much as you, believe me."

I threw away the table cloth I was fiddling with. "Believe you? You aren't the one with a gut clutching feeling of embarrassment and humiliation in your stomach or what?"

His jaw clenched along with his hands. "I didn't mean it. Taylor, I am afraid if we were together one last time, it would make moving on harder."

"That's not case for me," I said quietly, walking closer to him.

"How could you go on plane knowing that we could be together one last time and you passed it?" I whispered in his ear, brushing my lips against his cheeks.

His body tensed up and he was biting the inside of his lips. From his body language I knew he was about to surrender. That was one of the things he liked about me, I was amazing at convincing him.

I let fingers slide up and down arms. "One last time?" I asked lustfully, biting my bottom lip.

I was playing extra sexy on purpose, but it was all because he was leaving. This is could be the last time I would see Harry Styles, one more time wouldn't hurt neither me or him.

"Fuck," he mumbled. His hand went to my face with his thumb brushing over my lips.

"This doesn't have to mean anything," I whispered. "Just like the freshman year of college."

The first time we met was English literature class. I overslept and was a in rush and put on the closest clothing item that was a pair of black jeans and a big blue plaid shirt that I thought was Karlie's. And when I entered the class barely making it in time, Karlie had luckily saved me a seat next to her, the seat in front of Harry. The reason why I remembered it was because he was wearing the same plaid shirt as me, which I later found out that it was Karlie's boyfriend's shirt, when she asked me why I was wearing her boyfriend's shirt when I sat down and I heard Harry chuckle in the background.

We had our first conversation when I met him at a "welcome freshmans" party, where he mentioned the incident asking if I would like to take his shirt. At first I thought he was serious because judging from his "I-am-a-tall-handsome-bad-boy" look, but then I remembered and we had a laugh.

Things started to happen between us at a Halloween party the same year. I had dressed up in a tight little black dress and put on cats ears and told people I was a cat, even though I hadn't drawn on any whiskers because I didn't want to waste my expensive eyeliner. Harry and I shared many drinks and we ended up going to his parents place a couple minutes away from campus since they were out of town. One thing led to another and we had sex and I lost my virginity to him. Despite being quite drunk, I remembered being very nervous and laughing a lot, but Harry was so gentle and I liked it. Somehow, we kept going on like that until the last day of freshman year, when Harry finally asked me out and we started to go out like a couple.