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Let Her Go
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  • Reads 2,316
  • Votes 114
  • Parts 16
  • Time 1h 7m
Ongoing, First published Jun 19, 2015
After years of being in a perfect, loving relationship, Taylor and Harry are driven apart after a tragic happening. Dealing with it in their own ways, they decide to separate, not knowing that they actually  need eachother more than ever! 

2 years later, Harry is about to get married to another woman, facing Taylor for the first time since their split to invite her to the wedding. How will Taylor cope with Harry's news when she is still deeply in love with him and has been ever since?

Part of the story is inspired by the song 'Speak Now' by Taylor Swift
P.s apologies for renaming the story. Something else came to mind!
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Two Ghosts Of You & Me (Haylor Love Story)

56 parts Complete Mature

(Completed) For 18+ please. Contain sexual scenes and vulgarity. The world had seen it all--the passion, the whirlwind, the unraveling. Harry Styles and Taylor Swift weren't just two young stars caught in the chaos of fame; they were the story. The golden couple. The obsession of millions. Every stolen glance, every late-night rendezvous, every whispered lyric dissected under a microscope. And when it all came crashing down, the world watched that, too. It was ugly. Explosive. The kind of heartbreak that doesn't just break--it shatters. Songs were written, interviews were given, clues were hidden in melodies and metaphors, and fans took sides like it was war. They were over. That's what everyone believed. That's what they tried to believe. But some love stories don't end just because the world thinks they should. Because the truth was, no matter how far they ran, no matter how many other lovers warmed their beds, they always found their way back to each other. It was in the way their eyes burned when they locked across a crowded room, the way their hands would brush just enough to set fire to everything they swore they had buried. It happened again and again. A friend's party. A music gala. A quiet, darkened hotel hallway where no one could see. The air between them was always charged--too dangerous to touch, too tempting to resist. It didn't matter if it was reckless. It didn't matter if it would end in disaster. When the nights got too lonely, when the world outside felt too heavy, they crashed into each other like they always had. Hands grasping, lips bruising, skin burning. Because this wasn't just a mistake. This wasn't just nostalgia. This was a sin they had no intention of stopping.