Harry, Taylor, Lou, and Lux walked out of the hotel called a taxi to drive them to Central Park.
They got out paid and went walking. Paparazzi were taking picture of them but Harry didn't mind. He couldn't get Lydia out of his head though. The look on her face when he saw her at the airport broke his heart. It didn't help that he wasn't there for her, he was there for Taylor. It should have been her though. No stop thinking like that Harry you have Taylor. He thought to himself.
He tried to focus on what Lou and Taylor were talking about but he couldn't. The image of Lydia kept on replaying in his head. Not just of this morning, which he found so attractive, with her hair messy, her eyes droopy, she was just so beautiful. And don't get him started on her short hair. It was just so cute. It made her look like she was 14 again when she got her hair cut and she hated it because apparently it made her look like Dora, since she had tan skin at the time. She didn't like her hair cut and questioned it every time. Harry didn't mind it actually. He loved everything that she did.
"Harry." Taylor said snapping her manicured nails in his face, while the other arm held lux.
"Sorry babe." Harry apologized for the hundredth time.
"Are you ok, you seem out of it today." She Frowned.
"I'm ok." Harry said and fixed the beanie on top of his head. They got up from their spot and walked some more.
"I think me and lux are going to head back to the hotel, I heard Lydia was back and wanted to catch up with her." Lou said picking up lux in her arms.
"Ok we'll see you later." Taylor said and we went our separate ways.
"I didn't know Lydia was coming." Taylor said.
"I didn't either, I was shocked when I saw her at the airport with Louis." Harry lied. He knew Lydia was coming. That's why he asked Taylor to come to New York again.
"Everyone seems to love her." She said a tinge of jealousy in her voice.
"What's not to love about her." Harry said not processing what he just said.
"What?" She asked. Taylor did not like it when ever he talked about the girls he's been with especially Lydia.
"I mean she is very sweet, and caring she's friendly." Harry explained. "But she wouldn't try and pull anything with me, I wouldn't let her." If she did he wouldn't mind, or wouldn't stop her. But he knew she would never do that after what he did to her.
"Ok." She said. They walked for a while and went back to he hotel.
Once they got to the hotel, they got in the elevator and went to their floor. They walked to their room as they passed Lydia's and Louis's room that was open Taylor pulled him into the room. Once they stepped in Lydia melodic laugh filled his ears.
"Oh." Louis said as Taylor and Harry came into view.
"Hey guys." Taylor said "what are you doing?" Louis and Lydia were both on their phones.
"We are looking at pictures." Louis said
"Can we see?" She asked. Lydia locked her phone placing it beside her.
"Sure." Louis said they sat on the bed and looked through funny pictures Louis has.
Harry wondered. How Lydia was doing. He just wanted to talk to her, and now he couldn't. Taylor had set some "rules" not to speak with Lydia unless she is around. Which Harry was stupid enough to agree to. We all offered room service for dinner and we stayed in the room for a long time, we watched movies and Lydia had fallen asleep, due to jet lag, and Taylor and Harry made their way out the room closing the behind them.
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A few weeks have passed and it was Lydia's last day in New York with Louis. She has had so much fun and was sad to be leaving him. So all of one direction, and Lydia went out on the that night. They went to a club. Bad idea.
Lydia had partied and got drunk. And didn't remember half of it. When she woke up to her alarm. She looked around. She was in a hotel room, but not hers. Shit. She cursed her self. An arm draped over her naked stomach and she looked who it belonged to.
Harry.
Her eyes watered and she got up grabbing her things not caring if she woke him up. Which he didn't. Lydia ran to Louis room who was sleeping pack the remainder of bed things changed and left, not saying good bye.
Lydia had made her way to the airport through a taxi cab and she went through everything. She waited to
Board the plane. When she did she got on and didn't look back.
Harry had woken up to a pounding head ache, and a familiar scent, that lingered on the other side of his bed. It smelled really good like he could smell it all day long. He pressed his face to the pillow and it hit him who's scent it was. Lydia. He noticed he was naked and cursed himself. He hoped they didn't have sex. But then he wished that they did. After he lay in bed for a really long time with his thoughts. He started to feel guilty, he most likely cheated on Taylor. Harry doesn't know how he will face her, when he sees her again.
Lydia was left with her thoughts on the airplane and a tear spilled from her eyes. How could this happen? She thought to her self she wiped her eyes and plugged in her headphones.
Once the plane landed the thought of Jason ran through her head. How could she do this to him. He treats her right, and he made her happy. But she went and got drunk and cheated on him. She feels awful. She grabbed her bags from the baggage claim. And went to find him. When she didn't she frowned. He was supposed to be here to pick her up. What if he found out. What if he doesn't want her anymore and didn't want to pick her up. All theses what if questions ran through Lydia's head. Before she pulled out her phone to call Stella to pick her up. Jason came jogging in looking around. When he spotted her he smiled. She walked over and hugged him. Paparazzi were taking picture of them and she hated it.
"Hey babe." He smiled pecking her lips.
"Hi." I smiled. "How was New York?" He asked
"It's was good." I smiled. The guilt starting to form in the pit of her stomach.
"That's good." He said as they started to walk towards the exit, masons arm wrapped tightly around her waist.
"It felt good to get away from everything that happened here." She said with a sigh. But one of her problems will always followed her where ever she goes, weather she likes it or not.
