Harry's p.o.v:
"I'm sorry" Taylor said, tears pouring down her face. "I'm sorry for everything. For yelling at you, and pushing you around. I... I shouldn't have taken it out on you."
"Taylor." I grabbed her hand, and looked at her sternly. "I'm not mad or upset with you. The reason i'm unhappy is because you're unhappy. I hate it. It's been like this ever since that night at the VMA's. You're faking smiles, but i can see that inside you're really going through a tough time."
"Oh, Harry." She choked out. "I'm so, so sorry. But you've helped me be... better. I'm alright when i'm with you, really. I should have told you, though."
"You tell me anything, Taylor." I said, wiping her eyes with my thumbs. "I love you."
"I love you, too." She said, kissing me gently.
The car pulled up at Taylor's Beverly Hills place, and the driver helped me load all our stuff in while Taylor went to get some much needed sleep.
a/n: oops sorry that this ends abruptly and is so short but it's about to get a lOt MoRe InTeReStInG
