*January 1, 2016*
Taylor's POV:
I sighed as I read Harry's tweet. "2016." Short but sweet. Typical Harry. His tweets are utter rubbish.
I groaned and flopped my head back against the couch cushions.
Three years ago today, I stood in Times Square and kissed Harry. It's funny how even though there were thousands of onlookers, the only person I cared about was him. I didn't care that people were looking, didn't care what they thought, didn't care about the pictures that would undoubtedly end up online. Just Harry. That's all I cared about. That's still all I care about.
I wanted to kick myself every time I thought of all that happened before we broke up. All I wanted was to have him back. Now it's too late. He's gone forever.
He'll never know how much I want to hold him, kiss him every second of every day, be able to come home to him and tell him how wonderful my world tour was, or how I couldn't think up any new songs and I felt like a failure.
"You're not a failure, love." He'd say in his beautiful accent, God, I can almost hear him now. Can almost feel our hands clasped together and smell his perfume. Can almost feel him holding me close, crooning his words and feel his soft lips against my forehead, his hand caressing my hair, "You're not a failure. Even if the whole world turns against you, I'll always be there for you. Always." He'd say as he looked me in the eyes and smiled.
I miss him so much.
A/N:
So this is really sad and all, and my writing is crap, but the story gets better, and hopefully my writing will too:)
Also, my grammar is probably horrible. Please excuse that. 😊
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FanfictionHarry and Taylor broke up ages ago, but that doesn't mean that they don't think of each other every day. Life is different now for the both of them, but maybe not so different as they think. Highest ranking: #2in haylorswyles
