If someone should ask me what's the meaning of life right now, honestly, I'd say Taylor Y/LN {Your Last Name}.
Why?
Because I'm literally my younger sister's shadow.
In my opinion, everything was great until she came along. Suddenly, everyone couldn't stop going on about how cute she was and how beautiful her blue eyes were and how fucking smart she was.
All of a sudden I became the unplanned child. I became the one that no one cared about.
Taylor always got everything she wanted. Even the guys fell at her feet.
Today I sit alone at her wedding. I was probably the only person in the whole venue that wasn't happy.
So while everyone was busy dancing with their partners, I sat, watching my sister dance with the man I could only wish was mine.
I saw him first. I claimed him first. But she wanted him. Being the good sister I am, of course I let her have my one shot at happiness.
I'm sick and tired of being forced to be like her. She became a model so of course my parents forced me into her career choice. Her getting married today was the last straw for me. Of course mother dearest now wants me to get married.
Hell no.
When I settle down, it'll be on my own time with someone I love.
Downing my last glass of wine, I left the venue. I doubt anyone even noticed.
I got in my car and drove back to my hotel.
I don't need to put up with this shit. Who needs a family anyway?
I'm good on my own and that's the way it's always been.
I was almost done with packing my suitcases when a knock came from the door.
Probably room service. Who else could it be?
I opened the door, preparing to deny whatever the hell it is that they were offering, but the words died in my throat when I saw the person before me.
"Harry?"
"I can't do this anymore." He pushed pass me and walked into the room.
I stared at his back in confusion before locking the door.
"You can't do what anymore? Why are you even here?"
He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my body against his.
"I can't fucking be with her when it's you that I want." He grumbled
"Harry I thought we agreed to stop sneaking around like this." I groaned.
"I don't want her anymore Y/N. I can't get you out of my head, baby please."
"No Harry. How would it look if you left her for me? People wouldn't stop talking."
"I don't care about people. I care about my happiness. Your happiness. I care about you. I don't love Taylor, I love you Y/N."
I couldn't hide my smile if I tried.
"You love me?"
He grinned. "So fucking much baby."
"I love you too."
"Then let me make love to you." He tugged at the hem of my blouse, a smirk rising on his lips.
"How long are we gonna keep doing this?" I lifted my arms to let him take my top off.
"Until you give me the ok to dump your bitch of a sister. I think I hate her more than you do." He brought his lips down to mine.
That's just it. I've never hated Taylor. I just wish she was never born.
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