Forever and Always (Sequel to Nothing More, Nothing Less)

Chapter 3

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MAYA’S P.O.V.

            Harry and I walked down the street, hand in hand to the large park at the end of it. There were always a lot of people walking around, and today being such a nice day out, there were little kids running around with their parents trying to keep control of them.

            “It’s so warm out,” I said with a smile.

            Harry and I ended up in the center of the park where there was a big fountain with benches all around. We decided to sit down. I faced Harry.

            “So, what are we going to do today?”

            “Well…” he started, but I didn’t listen completely. I locked eyes with the most familiar blue eyes, that weren’t Harry’s. Harry stopped talking and looked at me. The guy stood up and started walking towards me.

            “Tate?” I said standing up. Harry looked at me and then at the guy I was staring at.

            “Maya?” he said with a smile.

            “Oh my god!” I exclaimed and I ran up to hug him, “I can’t believe it’s actually you! Tate Decorte, how have you been? I haven’t seen you since senior year of high school!”

            “I’ve been really well! Look at you! You’re so grown up! I never thought I’d see you again, how old are you now?”

            “I’m twenty nine,” I said stepping back. Harry looked really confused as to how I knew this guy. “Harry, this is my friend Tate from high school. We were like best friends. He ran cross country and track with me,” I explained.

            Harry nodded and shook Tate’s hand.

            “Tate, this is Harry, my husband.”

            “You’re from that British band, aren’t you?” Tate said.

            Harry nodded, “British-Irish band, yes. That’s me.”

            Tate was smiling and Harry seemed to force a smile at him. I looked up at my husband, but turned back to Tate.

            “You know, I think we should all go get coffee and catch up on each other’s lives. Does that sound good?” I said. Harry and Tate looked at each other then both back at me.

            “It sounds great love,” Harry said taking my hand.

            “Yes, it does, it’s not a far walk from town,” Tate added.

            I nodded and the three of us started walking out of the park, Harry on my left and Tate on my right.

            I was greeted by the smell of coffee as the three of us walked through the front door of Starbucks. It was unusually quiet today. We walked up to the counter and ordered our drinks.

            “I can pay,” Tate said taking out his wallet.

            “No it’s fine,” Harry said somewhat hastily. He handed his card to the man behind the cash register. I looked up at Harry. Why was he getting so pissed off? It was only coffee…