Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 27

Song for the chapter:

Untouchable - Taylor Swift

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"I love you more than anything," He whispers as he kissed my forehead.

"I love you," I respond as I shift to be more comfortable between his warm legs, by his comfortable fireplace in London. 

My eyes bolt open, it's the middle of the night. It was a dream, a dream that gave me a slight taste of heaven, it gave me the sweetness that nobody would be able to sense about our passionate love. This dream, gave me a though.

All the chances he asked for. To fix one mistake. 

I reconsider the thought repeatedly. Our love is real, I know it. I'm more sure of this more than anything in the world. All the nights he whispered the sweetest things to me, all the things he will say to me before resting his head on my shoulder before he drifts off to sleep, I heard all of them, but I was too scared. Too scared of risking. Too scared of falling and getting hurt. 

Without a thought, I know what I have to do tomorrow. I can't give him back half the love he's given to me.

*

"Hey, where are you?" I ask Harry through the dial. He has arrived at the airport and we're heading to meet each other.

"Erm, I need coffee so I'm heading to Starbucks if that's okay with you," He says, I can hear the background noise of the Airport announcing the flight times constantly over and over plus the sound of Harry rummaging his bags on supposedly a cart or a car.

"Okay, I'll see you there." I responded and with that, I hang up the phone.

*

I see the Starbucks sign huge logo on the famous cafè. Stepping out of the car, I almost got mobbed but thanks to tight security, I got out of the huge flood of adrenaline-pumping fans.

A pang of guilt fills my body as they said that the Starbucks I'm in is in need of closing for today. Oh, the trouble I've caused. 

I go on and order my vanilla latte and sit to wait  for Harry.

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Hours pass by and suddenly, cameras start flashing and that is how I know that Harry has arrived. My pulse rate increases as I see his curls forming at the door.

I quickly down my heavenly vanilla latte and scurry to the empty entrance of Starbucks. As soon as I find his tall dark body towering me, I hug him, tightly. This warmth, this connection, no one can compare, no hug can compare to this calm feeling I sense everytime I hug him. I realize how much he means to me. Maybe I am starting to forgive him, his words last night at the award show, I've been thinking, it seems real, as a matter of fact, he says that every night to me, I can feel it. I can remember every single syllable coming out from those soft lips, I can remember every movement he makes when he talks to me, I've saved it in my mind eternally. He whispers into my ear everytime we pull in for a warm embrace in the soft duvet, I know it, it happens every night, I have a feeling that I'm sure. Everything stops, time freezes, all the noise is deflected. Nothing can stop us. In his arms, I feel safe, I feel protected. I feel loved. He's a like a million shining stars that is shining for me, and I am doing the same thing, just staring at him, looking at him, spelling out his name. Our love is unconditional I just know it. 

I don't know how this thing got into my mind, but I just do. It snapped. I love him.

"I love you," I say. And my words are real. I can feel his eyes hit me, the eyes full of desire. He smiles at me, that dimple, that smile, those cheeks. Him. He's my whole world.