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you fight with his ex (part 2 - his pov)

Harry - I can't believe that just happened. That's not like Y/n at all to act out in front of everyone. "I'm really sorry Taylor." I said as she smiled at me which I thought was really weird. "It's okay." She began rubbing her cheek. "Since you're here. Do you wanna catch up?" "Sure why not." I nodded. As the two of us talked I noticed out of the corner of my eye a woman talking to her younger girl who was crying. I hate seeing little ones upset. Just then I saw her and her mother look at me and asked me to go over to the table. "I'll be right back Taylor." I said. Before she could say anything I walked over to the table with the little on and her mom and the mother spoke up, "Sit down please." "Is everything okay?" I asked confused. "No." The little girl whimpered. "She's mean." "Who's mean sweetheart?" I questioned rubbing her arm. She pulled away from me and buried her face in her mother's shoulder. I'm so confused right now I have no idea what's going on. "Can someone please tell me what's going on?" I asked. The mother whispered something in her daughter's ear and she looked up at her. She shook her head yes before looking at me. "Taylor was very mean to me." She began. "All I wanted was an autograph from your girlfriend. She's my favorite person ever. I look up to her and I want to be just like her. So when I asked her for her autograph of course she said yes because she's amazing. So I started to cry. Then Taylor came over and told me that she was the real superstar and she suggested I get her autograph instead. She was so mean to me and Y/n." Her mother hugged her as she cried in her arms. I was dumbfounded. "She called me a brat." She cried. "I'm so sorry little one." I began biting my lip. "I had no idea she was so mean to you." "You didn't know Harry because you didn't give your girlfriend a chance to explain what happened." The mother began rubbing her daughters back. "If you had you would have known that Taylor was the one who started. She actually slapped your girlfriend across the face right before you turned around and saw what you did." "What?" I asked feeling a rush of guilt come over me.
"Taylor slapped Y/n." The little girl whimpered a tear falling down her cheek. "All she was doing was sticking up for me and Taylor slapped her. And then you yelled at her. It's all my fault." "Oh god no." I whispered kneeling in front of her. "It's not your fault at all. If it's anybody's fault it's Taylor's and mine." "But if I would have just left her alone..." She began still crying. "Taylor would have left her alone and you guys wouldn't be fighting." "I'll make this right little one I promise okay." I began. "Look at me." She looked over at me and I began to speak again saying, "Let me go deal with Taylor and then maybe you can help me get Y/n to forgive me, yeah?" A smile lit up her little face and I knew I had won her over again. "I'll be right back." I smiled kissing her forehead. I let out a sigh and walked back over to Taylor who was laughing while texting on her phone. "Oh you're back." She smiled putting her phone down. "Not for long." I began my voice low. "What do you mean?" She questioned. "I thought we were catching up?"
"We were." I spoke my voice getting louder. "Until I found out you slapped my girlfriend and called that adorable little fan of hers a brat." "Harry relax." She said getting annoyed. "I called her a brat because she is one. How dare she want that bitch's autograph over mine? Doesn't she know who I am?" "You cut that shit out right now." I scream and everyone turned to watch. "She's a little girl and she is entitled to like whoever the fuck she wants. And she likes Y/n more than you. You don't have to like it but you don't go around calling little girls brats." "Whatever Harry." She said flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Like I give a shit what you say." "Clearly you do." I yelled slamming my hand on the table. "Because you went out of your way to lie to me to get my girlfriend, the one that I love with all my heart away from me. So yeah you do care what I say and think." "It worked didn't it?" She questioned. "I was stupid." I began biting my lip. "But I will never and I mean never make that mistake again. Now if you don't mind I'm going to go apologize to the love of my life." With that I walked away and everybody around us started clapping. I walked back over to the table and knelt down to the little girl's level before I said, "What's your name sweetie?"
"Emily." She whispered. "Well Miss Emily." I smiled taking her hands. "If it's okay with your mom, I'd love to take you and her with me to help me apologize to Miss Y/n. Would you like that?" "Oh my god yes." She began to bounce excitedly on her mom's lap. "Please can we go mom can we?" "Yeah I think we can." Her mother said with a smile. With that I picked up Miss Emily and her mother followed me out of Starbucks. As we walked to the hotel I filled them in my plan and I hoped to god it worked.
Regular POV: You walked into your hotel room and slammed the door shut. You wanted so bad to pack your bags and go back to London but something was telling you not to. You laid down on the bed as the tears still kept falling down your cheeks. You couldn't believe he believed her over you. The girl who took his heart out, stomped on it and wrote a song about it. You picked up the pieces after she was done with him and this is how you're rewarded. You were more heartbroken than hurt. Just as the tears began to slow down you heard a small knock on the door. You got up off the bed and wiped your eyes. "Coming." You said trying to clear your throat. You didn't bother looking through the peep hole and when you opened the door you were greeted with two dozen of the most beautiful pink roses you've ever seen and Emily from Starbucks. "Hi Y/n." She smiled. "These are for you.""Thank you Emily." You smiled taking the roses from her. "Where did you get them?" "A very special friend gave them to me to give to you." She began. "May I come in?" "Of course." You nodded moving out of her way so she could come in. Not far behind her was her mom and she smiled at you before walking into your room. You brought the floors in and closed the door. You placed the floors on the bedside table and said, "What's going on?" Before they could say anything you heard the soft sounds of a guitar and the cords to one of your favorite songs being played. Little Miss Emily began to sing 'It's Gotta Be You.' Tears filled your eyes and when Harry's part came up the door opened and there he stood singing while playing the guitar. The two of them sang the song for you and when they were done he knelt down in front of you and spoke. "I'm so sorry baby girl." He whispered a single tear falling down his cheek. "I should have just listened to you. I was so wrong in blaming you. I hope you can forgive me so we can have an amazing rest of the week doing nothing but sightseeing and just being us. I love you with all my heart and I'm so sorry." "I love you too Harry." You whispered crying. "Just please don't let that happen again. "Never." He shook his head kissing you softly. When he pulled away from you Emily started clapping. You walked over to her and gave her a huge hug saying, "You're my favorite fan."