Taylor's POV
When we go to the mall. The great SOPHIE TURNER was giving us the "what took you two so long?" look. I couldn't blame her. She waited for more than an hour. but hello blame her boyfriend and not me. i was on time. When Joe saw his girlfriend, he came running towards her. Gosh they are so clingy.
They asked me on where I was heading, I just said, i needed to be somewhere else cause i hae IMPORTANT errands to run. Well, they believed me so fast. Hey, who else wants a third wheel for a date? no one, i assume!
I was walking around the mall, when i saw a familiar figure from afar. Shit. I need to hide. He might see me. but nevermind, it's not as if we will be seeing each other again.
We were so close. And when we were inches away, he greeted me, but all I did was walk passed him. Yes, i know he didn't deserve that but I am taking the blame, i just couldn't face him this straight.
Might as well go home and reflect.
The next following days, I got tons of text from an unknown number. kept sending me notes and quotes about forgiveness. and i was quite sure whom it came from but i didn't want to impose such an expression that he needed to send me all this, so i choose to ignore this.
I was about to watch my favorite tv show when somebody knocked on my door. I braced myself and headed towards the door.
When I opened it. there was a note with a box of cake.
the note said, "forgiven?"
i was beyond surprised but most of them all, i was pissed.
i looked for the sender of these messages from my phone and messaged the person.
to: unknown number
look pal, whoever you may be. i don't care. why do you keep sending these messages when you can't even man up to apologize in person? look. i don't like being stood out. now if you're so brave, step outside my door and let's talk.
hit send.
yes, i did.
and then i waited.
nobody knocked. thank god.
i sat back at my favorite spot on the couch and watched my favorite tv show. Conan. There was no reply. no knock. I hate this waiting feeling. You know what, i am tired of things like this. who the hell cares about what this person's gonna do. not going to care, AT ALL. no more. no way.
knock.
knock.
knock.
3 knocks. Should I get it?
knock.
knock.
knock.
I opened it.
He was there.
Harry.
He bought my favorite frappe with a note.
"let's talk?"
I looked at him, pale as ever.
As much as i never wanted to forgive him, he looked to sincere.
But I wasn't as easy as before. I needed to know what was his reason.
"get in" i told him.
"thank you. and these are for you." i noticed that he brought the cake that i left outside my doorstep.
i looked at him and gestured to make our way to the kitchen area.
"what do you want from me harry?" i asked.
"i want you." he immediately replied.
"im so sick of this. you left me when i fell. what's you point? got the trophy and you're suddenly sick of me?" i yelled at him.
"no Tay, i was confused." he replied sadly.
"CONFUSED?! what by the time you knew that i was there, you got confused?" i said. "you know what Harry, i don't know what the hell are you trying to prove and show me right now, but if you ever have good reasons, i suggest you don't tell me because i still won't believe it. please stay away from me. i beg of you for i am still in pain." i added.
"I'm sorry taylor. I really am. I'll show myself out." he made his way to me and kissed me on the forehead and said, "i do really love you. and im sure of it. i just got lost on the way." and then slowly, he was gone.
I didn't have the strength to follow him even if i wanted to. but i know is shouldn't.
but even after what he did, he still had a place inside me.
he had always have me.
i was his.
ghad harry. what have you done to me.
beep. beep.
my phone rang.
it was a message.
from: unknown number
i took a chance, i took a shot,
you might think im bulletproof but im not.
i took your hand, i love you still
but i know you're tired of me, no goodbyes.
i smiled. he was still there.
he never left.
he was just lost.
i added his name.
frappe.
If there is one thing i liked and love about him, is that he knew when to walk away and when to come back.
he is a man.
my man.
mine.
