Chapter 2- Selena to the rescue

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OVER AGAIN 

CHAPTER 2- SELENA TO THE RESCUE

~Taylor~

 As soon as I stepped inside my flat I let the tears I've benn holding back fall, I hate this feeling. The feeling that you're left alone and that nobody wants you.

I rummaged through my bag and found my phone, I scrolled through contacts 'till I found her name. I dialled her number. She picked up after the fifth ring.

' Hello ? '

' Hey Selena, It's me Taylor, could you maybe come by my flat ?'

' Yeah sure, be there in a jiffy' she replied. 5 minutes later she bursted through my door. I engulfed her in a hug and told her everything. She just sat there listening and whispering soothing words like 'It's gonna be okay.' and 'I'm right here'. We ended up talikng about the most random things. Soon enough it was already 10:0 so she had to go. I sat down on the floor and remembered all the good times he and I had. 

~Selena~

I pity Taylor ALOT. Harry and Her were a cute couple. I just wish Harry would see Taylor's condition. It was like when me and Justin broke up except it was worser.

Honestly I really wasn't gonna go home just yet, I wanted to show Harry how broken Taylor is. I knocked on their flat door revealing Niall who was holding a bag of potato chips in his hand.

"Is Harry in there?" I asked

"Umm, yeah, come in" He says swinging the door open. I went to their living room, It was looked the same ever since me,Harry, Taylor and the lads hung out before.

"Sel?" Harry asked his eyes were bloodshot from crying.. I think

"Were you crying? Because if you were then you don't deserve to cry"

"Excuse Me?" Zayn asked stepping up for Harry.

"You heard me, he doesn't deserve to cry, you were the one that dumped Taylor over the phone so don't even think that you deserve to cry." I say. Putting  a hand on my hips. I made my way to the door since I'll probably end up killing Styles if I stay longer.

"And you know what's worse?," I asked swinging the door open "Is that you don't have the guts to tell her in person, And now she's crying thinking she's not enough" I say slamming the door behind me.

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