We Don't Talk Anymore || h.s + t.s

January 16th 2013, that was the last time we ever talked face to face. It wasn't pretty and it certainly wasn't civil but somehow I still miss noise over the silence I'm facing right now. It's hard to forget about Harry because he's everywhere, on billboards, at award shows and even in the same city as me. We both acknowledged the fact that we were completely over each other and that the infamous couple "Haylor" was part of Hollywood history but my heart and mind speak otherwise. I could pick up my phone, scroll through my contacts, find his name and send a text but it's not that simple. The anxiety and fear I felt in that relationship was indescribable but sitting here in my apartment, looking out the window into the busy streets and crowded sidewalks, I couldn't help but feel completely alone in my own world. He understood me and he wanted to help but I couldn't pull him into this and I could hear his harsh words still echo in my mind.

"You may play everyone like they're your puppet Taylor but love isn't a game for me. If you're going to act so immature and ruthless, this needs to end... now." he spitted out, as I simply stared back at him with hot tears threatening to fall.

I hated thinking back to that moment and I despised myself for acting so cold and heartless. Being scared and being ignorant were two different things and I certainly learned that the hard way. People say that falling in love is the scariest part but what about when you land and realize you're afraid and you've made a mistake?

January 16th 2013, the first time I realized how in love I am with Harry Styles and how foolish I was to let him go.