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#10. Something Is Missing

Which part in moral of the story you like the most. Let me know your fav part in comments. :)

Taylor pov

I woke up with the sunlight beaming through the thick curtains. I somehow sat up straight. Last night played again in my head. I rub my eyes I stared at the empty wall. I got up I rushed to have a shower. Knowing I don't have to go to work so I got out wearing a pastel skirt and crop top. I took a deep breathe and walked out of the room. I walked down the stairs on my way I looked at the clock it showed 9am. I walked to kitchen. I saw Harry near the stove. Maybe cooking. He is wearing white T shirt and some shorts. I walked next to him. He looked at me

H: morning
T: good morning Harry
H: did you have a good sleep?
T: I did how about you?
H: me too.

He cooked some omelet. I prepared coffee for both of us. He finished making omelet for both of us. We sat near the counter on the stool. We started to eat. I saw Harry stealing glances. I figured he wanted to ask something.

H: so did you tell Tom?
T: I did but I haven't checked my phone yet
H: oh
T: um what about you Harry?
H: um I will be going out with lads today. So I wouldn't be home today. No one will know I'm over there anyway.
T: okay.

We ate our breakfast in silence. We finished everything and did the dishes. He went upstairs. I walked to my room and checked my phone.

Tom: what do you wanna say?

He texted me this morning.

T: can you come over to this new place without being followed and from backside of the house?

I sent the text. I walked to living room. I turned on the TV. It is on news channel. The news is about..... Us me and Harry.

Harry styles married Taylor swift!!

I rolled my eyes. I turned to another channel where they are having debate about our companies and us. I turned off the TV. I looked at my phone checked Twitter. There are many massages.

Why all the beauty of Harry styles should belong to that slut?

Ewww I don't like to see her face every time I see him.

Slut is playing with guys again.

Poor Harry he must be crying in his room.

Why is this slut still alive? She must be dead by now right?

All the tweets made my vision go blur. This is crazy. They know nothing. I didn't even date a guy since I became ceo. I couldn't control I let the tears run down my cheeks. I closed my eyes briefly tears formed. I hate crying. I felt someone wipe my tears. I opened my eyes I saw Harry sitting on the table right opposite to me he is very consern about me.

H: hey why are you crying? Did I do anything wrong?
T: it's nothing. I felt like I wanted to cry
H:no one cries for nothing Taylor
T: it's nothing just leave me alone
H: such a stubborn ass huh?

Harry pov

I took quick shower and shrugged all the jealousy thoughts about tay and Tom. I dressed in a shirt and skinny jeans. I walked down the stairs I saw Taylor sitting in the living room. I walked to her to let her know I'm leaving. I saw tears falling down her beautiful face. Harry wtf? More tears rolled down her face. I wipe them off with my fingers then I saw her opened her eyes looking wide at me and telling me she is crying for no reason. Isn't it funny?

H: tell me I thought we can tell anything to each I know it's too much to ask right now but you are scared of something.
T: it's nothing Harry.

I looked Down in frustration. I looked up and saw her phone on her lap. I took that she tried to snatch it from me but I walked away from her. I opened the phone. She doesn't have password for chirst sake and she is looking though the hate tweets. I read all of them they are very cruel and mean. I sigh I looked at her standing with her head down. I walked to her. I placed her phone on the table. I held her shoulder and directed her to sit on the couch. I sat next to her.