The Photo (Harry Styles)

Chapter 23 : I Can't Just Get Up And Leave.

Sorry it's so short and boring! Not edited.. too lazy.. -.-

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Harry's POV

       She finished dancing and I just stared at her like she was an angel but she stared at herself in the mirror as if she gonna freak out.

       She randomly out of nowhere screamed at the top of her lungs.

       "GOD DAMNIT! Harry!" She yelled. I widen my eyes as her looking like a scared deer in front of headlights. "Why would you send me here?! Why would you make me do this? I stayed away from dancing for a reason, Harry! Why in fuck would you come here? To ruin me again>! To ruin my new life of being a writer?!"

        I stood there saying nothing but just looking at her. My mind was whirling in circles and I didn't understand what was going on. Why was she mad? I thought this would help. She shouldn't give up dancing because of how amazing she is. 

        "Answer me!" She yelled as she broke down.

       I couldn't speak. I tried opening my mouth but the words didn't flow out. The only thing I could do was probably the worst. I ran to her slamming my lips onto hers.

       Our lips moulded together as if they we're melting. I pulled her close even though I knew it was bad. The picture of her and her boyfriend was flashing through my head but I couldn't seem to let go. I just pulled her closer thinking if I let go, she'd just float away. 

       She kissed me back though.

       I was really surprised but I couldn't help but smile in between it. I wanted her. I wanted her even closer than she is now which was almost impossible. I couldn't help but feel guilty on the inside thinking of Shelby and her boyfriend.

      This wasn't right for either of us but neither of us cared, well I didn't exactly.

      She pulled away and looked at her feet but kept her forehead placed on mine. I felt tears on my face dripping down. All I wanted to see was her big brown eyes. I wanted to see if she was ashamed or if she was happy.

      "Tay." I whispered but she didn't lift her head. She moved to the side and turned away from me as I looked at her back.

       "You sent that." She whispered. 

       "What?" I said.

       She whipped her head and stared at me with such pain.

       "That message asking for advice," She answered.

       "Wait.." I said. "You.. you got that?"

       "That ask column is mine, Harry." She said quietly.

       "Shit.." I muttered running my hands through my curls.

       "Don't beat yourself up." She answered.

       "I poured my heart out in that." I answered.

       "You mean it then?" She said with a scarce tone.

       "Of course I do!" I said. "I meant it since the first time I found your picture. I keep it in my wallet every day to see your face. You didn't leave my mind when you left okay? I wanted.. not wanted. I needed you, Taylor."

        "But Harry! You have that girl that you are dating right now!" She said.

       "Yeah!" I yelled. "You had Arie, you had Niall, you had Louis, and you have that other guy as well!  One girl doesn't even match up to how many guys you have. Each one of them held my whole world in their arms. I died seeing you with any of them. Yes, two of them are my closest mates but I love you more then they do! Please, just be with me."