Summary- Haylor meetup fifteen years into the future
Author- haylorssss.tumblr.com
link http://haylorssss.tumblr.com/post/108987489979/can-you-write-one-were-he-gets-her-taylor-back
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Harry’s not eighteen and reckless anymore, he’s a little bit older and wiser and he’s seen damages he’s never imagined, had his heart broken and shattered and ripped out, learned how to treat people right.
Taylor’s not twenty two and naive anymore, thinking this time things will go alright, she’s wiser and smarter and sharper, she’s more sour and burnt and wrecked than she could ever imagine herself being, learned who she is.
It’s late in September, the sun hasn’t quite set yet, a splash of yellow on the horizon just above the waves crashing on the beach. Taylor stands on the wood of the pier looking out towards the ocean and thinking about how nice it would look in a film. With the kids that are running along the beach, their heads thrown back laughing and the pretty colours of the sky. Fate happens to of brought Harry to the same beach, he sits down on the sand, waves not far from him in tight black skinny jeans and a silk shirt that has only two of the bottom buttons done up. He took up smoking last May as a social thing after Jasmine threw his heart out. Harry lights up a smoke and tells himself it’s okay—Caroline has just broken up with him, again.
Taylor watches him for a while as the sun sets lower and the moon casts a light on him. As people start leaving the beach. She wonders when he started smoking, remembers a conversation they had when they weren’t exactly together but weren’t exactly friends about how disgusting it is. He had wanted Zayn to quit. Taylor had told him people never do what you want them to do. It’s half past ten when she finds herself wandering down to the beach, walking straight towards him. He doesn’t look up when she sits down beside him, it’s easy to do now, neither of their names have been up in lights in ages, new superstars have come and taken their places and knocked them down from the charts. Taylor hasn’t made a record in three years, hasn’t written a song in six months and it’s been even longer since she wrote a song that she liked. Taylor’s found her life so bland and boring, no real excitement, there’s been no inspiration. She’s thought of writing a book about how becoming a fading star isn’t fun at all, that the fame and glitz and glamour is something she thrived off. Her bank account is still full and people still write letters to her and contact her through social media, it’s not like she’s a nobody—but, she misses the blinding lights of paps and having her every move documented and detailed. Taylor used to wish that it would all go, she was sick of seeing rumours and lies about her—but she was never sick of seeing her name.
"How have you been?" Harry asks. His accent shocks her a little, it’s been years since she last heard him spoke. His voice is lower than she remembers it being, rougher, too. Taylor licks her lips, feeling his gaze as she looks out towards the ocean; she traces shapes with her fingers in the sand.
"I’ve been a little lost, lacking inspiration, tired." Taylor answers, opting for a truthful answer over a hollow good. Taylor’s never lied to Harry before she doesn’t understand why she would start now. Harry chuckles, a low chuckle that holds no amusement or joy.
"I’ve been feeling the same." Taylor doesn’t answer. "My girlfriend dumped me," Harry speaks up again, he puts his cigarette out in the sand. Taylor watches him now, the way his jaw moves and the way his eyes don’t look as green as they used to and the way his hair curls around his shoulders. She had forgotten how handsome he was. He has more wrinkles now and has aged considerably but—Taylor smiles softly, warm and comforting.
