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5 years later

Five years had passed since Harry left from New York. A lot of things had happened ever since he left. The most important thing was that my bakery shop was doing very well and the business had expanded nationwide and we were working on expanding it worldwide.

It was late night, I looked over at my fiance William who was helping me packing for my business trip. He was standing by my closet, throwing the clothes to me, who was sitting on the floor with a huge suitcase by my side.

When Harry left, I finally convinced myself to move on and that was when I met William again. He asked me out for a coffee and I found out that he was more than a gorgeous man with beautiful blue eyes and brown hair. I decided to finally give him a chance, without thinking about Harry and it turned out better than I expected. We were in a relationship for solid three years before he proposed.

We had planned to have a nice romantic dinner at my place, but he called in the last minute telling that he had to do an extra shift at the hospital. I was sad about that because he had to spend a lot of time at the hospital and it felt like I hadn't seen him in ages. To my surprise it was all an act, because when I got home, my apartment was filled with candles and there he was ready with dinner and a ring.

"Babe, do you really need your whole closet over to London?" William laughed as he pointed to the half empty closet.

I smiled at the fact that he called me babe. It gave me a feeling of still being in high school. Harry never gave me any nicknames, but it was nice for a change.

"You know what? I would rather over pack than missing a clothing item to make the perfect outfit," I said raising my finger at him.

He sat down on the opposite side of me and picked up clothes and started to fold the neatly into the suitcase. "I can't believe you are expanding worldwide. It seems like it was yesterday when you cried about getting your second shop in Florida."

"Time flies," I smiled.

We packed the rest of the stuff. William decided he wanted to make a special dinner for us since I was going away for a week. While he was making dinner, I took the time to answer e-mails and calls and make sure I had everything for the flight. After dinner, William and I cuddled up on the couch watching a random movie on the TV before going early to bed.

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I was nervously waiting for my suitcase to show up at the baggage area. To my luck, my suitcase was the last one to show up. Grabbing the heavy suitcase, I walked out to arrival area to see a man holding a sign with my name on it.

"Good day, I'm Taylor Swift," I said to the guy as I held out my hand for a greeting.

He took my hand and shook it. "Good day, Miss Swift. I am Charles. I hope you had a great flight. I will be driving you to the hotel where you will be staying at. Mrs. Seales had e-mailed you all information about tomorrow mornings meeting," he said with a thick Yorkshire accent.

"Yes, she has! Great, thank you so much," I said.

He grabbed my suitcases and followed me out to the car. We drove for almost an hour before Charles parked outside a huge hotel that was across the London Eye. He helped with getting my stuff in, I thanked him before he left and went to the counter to check in to my room.

"Hello there. How may I help you?" The young happy woman behind the counter asked.

"Hi, I have a room booked under the name Taylor Swift," I answered with smiled. The British people seemed so polite and happy.

She started to write on her computer and then went to the back to get a room key. "Here you go," she said, handing me my key. "You'll be staying at room 931, which is on the 9th floor."