I instantly stood up from Harry, while keeping my gaze pointing directly at the ground, once Taylor  had shot me her cold angry stare directly at me.

I bit my lip and tried to think of something to say before she lashed out at Harry. The room was quiet, as she was deciding who to yell at first, switching her gaze back and forth from the two of us .

The anger burned her icy blue eyes into a dark, more intense cobalt blue that was starting to hurt every time she glared at me with it.

Even if he did kiss me back, it wasn't his fault.

If anything, it was mine.

My fault.

I knew he had an official girlfriend, and I knew that she loved him and that he did, somewhat, love her back.

I shouldn't have gotten so close to someone I can't call mine anymore, even if someone else has them. It doesn't matter if I did once have him as mine, it wasn't right of me to do such a thing, especially to someone as kind as Taylor.

I felt my stomach being filled with guilt until I felt like doubling over and throwing up everywhere.

I ignored it, and tried to find a response that was buried in the back of my mind, searching for anything to lighten the punishment that she would forced down on Harry.

He didn't deserve it either, to be punished because I was foolish with my actions.

Even though I loved kissing him, he isn't mine to kiss.

"Let me explain-" I started with a shaky voice, only to be abruptly interrupted by Taylor's screeching voice, which to be honest, made the hairs on the back of my neck stand.

Taylor looked at Harry with teary eyes as she scolded him with a cry while she shook her hands in the air, ashamed and disappointed.

She yelled about how a terrible person he was, how he could have treated her this way after everything she did for him, how she hated him for what he had done to her.

"Harry, how could you." She whispered, more as a statement than a question, to Harry, who was lost for words.

All the harshness and anger in her had been drained out and she was now sad and full of sorrow.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked down, and blinked hard, sending a single tear to the light brown wooden floor.

"Taylor," Harry tried to find the right words to say. "I-"

Before he could even finish his start, Taylor turned to me, with all the anger pumped back into her body, and stared me down, basically pushing me with her gaze until my knees became weak and wobbly.

I had to sit down, otherwise I would collapse onto the floor.

I plopped down on the couch as she approached me slowly but bitterly, not moving her cold, angry glare from me.

She lifted her hand, as if to slap me and opened her mouth to yell at me. The anger boiling inside of her was about to be taken out on me, which I think I deserved.

I closed my eyes tightly, and waited for the impact to hit my face.

I heard the swing of Taylor's arm, but the hit never struck me.

I quickly opened my eyes to see that Harry was now standing, slightly bent over, and had grabbed Taylor's wrist, stopping her from slapping me right on the cheek, since her hand was about an inch away from the side of my face.

"Please, Taylor, don't hurt her. Please." Harry begged, his words pained and uneven, voice cracking with the last word.

You could tell that he was obviously having trouble dealing with all of this.

The two girls that he cares about most, besides his mother, fighting and adding that onto the web  of tangled emotions.

He released her wrist, and she rubbed it. He must've grabbed her rough and harshly, since it seemed like a reflex, and not a choice.

She stepped back and opened her mouth to scream, but hesitated and seemed as if, she had gotten lost in her thoughts for a moment.

She then closed her mouth while slowly shaking her head and telling herself to stop, in a murmur tone that I almost couldn't hear.

"I'm going to g-go pack my bags." She sighed, sniffling and wiping the trail of tears that lined the sides of her cheeks.

I didn't know what to say.

"I'm so sorry," I began running my mouth like a tap. I got up and started to follow her as she was just starting to walk out of the room, "Taylor, I'm so sorry-"

She grabbed my hand and squeezed in reassurance while smiling at Harry and I, through her tears.

"Its okay," She started, giving my hand another squeeze. "I can see the way he looks at you and the way you look at him, I... I always saw it... I just. I thought it would be a phase, you and him, and that it would go away once me and him got farther in our relationship."

She wiped under her eyes with her fingertips, removing the running makeup while chuckling at herself lightly before continuing, "But I can see clearly, that I was wrong. You guys are made for each other. And its best if I just get out of the way." She gave a weak smile and lowered her head slightly.

"I'm going to go now, best of luck to you guys." She tried to sound cheery at the end, though her voice fell flat while she held her smile high.

I stood in the same spot as I watched Taylor walk down the hall into the room that she and Harry were sharing with each other, the quiet sobs that escaped her lips ran down the hallway in faint echos.

I soon turned to Harry, who stood up slowly with a flick of guilt lingering in his emerald coloured eyes.

He made eye contact, and I immediately fell into his arms, where I felt a belonging. Our bodies fit like a puzzle piece, and he made me feel like I was in the right place.

"You were make for each other" Taylor's voice rung in my head, making me smile slightly.

He held me tightly and rubbed my back, while whispering "I missed you so much, Lily." into my hair as he rocked me back and forth gently, bringing us to a stop from the impact that I sent when I ran into his arms.

"I missed you too, Harry." I clenched the fabric of his t shirt in my hands.

"I really did." I whispered again, my face buried into his chest, shirt absorbing my words and making them less audible.

"I love you." He gushed, his body tensing at the three words that slipped out from his lips, by accident.

I only smiled and hugged him tighter.

"I love you too." I murmured. I could barely hear my voice, since I was overwhelmed by what he just said.

But I knew it was true, and I had no need for a hesitation.

The words seem to fit, and flow just perfectly.

His body relaxed, knowing that he hadn't made a mistake in saying what he had said, and he didn't need me to repeat myself.

Because as quiet as I was, he heard me loud and clear.

And he would be hearing it a lot from now on since I plan to be telling him that everyday, because I think I'm in love with him.

I hope I am.

But only time will tell.

There is nothing stopping us now.

Nothing.

We stayed there for a moment in our embrace, savouring each other's touch and rocking side to side every once in a while.

"It's been a long time." I thought to myself.

A long time.

A/N

Is there really nothing in their way now?

Mwahahahaaaaa, that's what you think Lily. That's what you think.

I am so evil, because I have so much in store for them.

What should their couple name be? I'm not too sure :/