The Photo (Harry Styles)

Chapter 26 : It Was Fate.

i am so sorry but i am having the worst case of harry feels. i literally feel like crying right now knowing i'll never meet him, or be with him or anything. i just want to be next to him and hear his voice in person. i want him more than anything, someone help me?

MINOR mature content..

OUTFIT ON SIDE! Sorry, it's kind of boring/short! Also, it's not edited either.. -.-

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Taylor's POV

    It was close to maybe around 12 I think. I was too busy in writing my story. I didn't put Harry in that much yet because I really wanted to find his opinion on the photo and how he felt. 

    "Taylor, someone is here for you." The lady at the front desk said in the intercom.

    "Send them in." I said quickly getting back to the writing. 

    I heard the door open and there he walked in. Harry was wearing a white shirt shirt with a black and white photo of Jimi  Hendrix. He had his regular dark jeans and brown boots on. He smiled as saw me.

    "Hi babe." He said leaning down kissing my lips gently setting a sandwich on the table. "One BLT with avocado for the beautiful lady."

    "Why thank you." I said as he pulled up a chair next to me.

  "So, how has your day been going?" He asked setting his hands on my knee as I ate my sandwich.

     "It's been great!" I said. "So, my boss. He didn't care that I left he just wanted to know why. I told him it was a long story and he wanted to know so he's letting me write it and he might publish it!"

     "Babe! That is fantastic!" He said excitedly.

     "I know," I said. "Okay. I need to ask you something."

     "Hit me." He smiled as I went back to my laptop.

     "I wanted to ask you about the photo you found of me." I said. I heard him get quiet. I turn to him and he was just looking at me with lust.

     "What about it?" He asked.

     "How.. Like.. Like what did it mean to you? Why was it so important?" I asked putting the record on my phone real quickly before he saw.

      "Well." He said making me turn to look at him right in the eyes. "I was telling Louis how upset I was and how I wanted that perfect girl. That perfect girl that knew what she wanted in life and someone who didn't hate the girl they saw in the mirror. Louis was walking and it stuck to his shoe. I quickly grabbed it and saw you. I saw you. I knew from the beginning it was fate. It was fate. This brought me to you. Somehow, all the pieces fit together in a perfectly weird way. I love you more than anything and I can't wait to just go on holidays with you, have you smiling front stage at the concert, waking up to see you by my side, having fun during the nights.. And just knowing that I have you. That I have the most amazing girl in the world. The one that doesn't care about how much she eats or what people think of her, or the girl that is the kindest person in the world.. Or just the one that I love to death."

      I was literally in tears. 

     "You are making me blush." I chuckled looking to the ground with an idiotic smirk plastered on my lips.

     "Hey," He said putting his finger under my chin lifting my head to look at his eyes. "I'm serious. I am completely and utterly in love with you."