A/N: Taylor's texts are in italics
Harry's are in bold italics.
Taylor's POV:
After Harry left, I walked over to the sliding glass door and onto the balcony, looking out at the city, and sighing deeply. One part of my mind was running wild; still remembering the lingering taste of our kiss, the other part was so scared that the media was going to find out and ruin everything all over again.
They'd call me a slut and Harry a man-whore.
My phone rang and shook me from my worried thoughts.
In case you don't have my number. x
I smiled. Harry of course.
Thanks. I did, but it would have been the wrong one.
You kept it. Why?x
I chuckled and shook my head. I don't know. Why had I kept it? Maybe because I liked to think that someday I'd get a text from him.
Still alive? *-*
Yes.
And I don't know why. I guess I liked to think maybe I'd get another text from you someday.
Well here I am :)
I miss you.
I miss you too baby. I'll call you in the morning, yeah?
Okay. I love you.
Love you more. Night sweetheart. x
Night
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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
