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Harry was feeling lonely for the first time in the past two years. Before, Harry never really was lonely, his life had been way too hectic for his liking, Harry craved the loneliness but now that he was actually lonely, his thoughts were eating him alive. Thoughts that shouldn't even be there in the first place. Harry was having doubts, doubts that weren't there before.

"Here's your coffee," Mrs. Quinn said softly as she placed the mug filled with coffee on the table that was placed in front of the sofa that harry as sitting on.

"Thank you, Mrs. Quinn." Harry said, picking up the mug with his slightly cold hands.

"Mrs. Styles called to ask about the time of your fitting," Mrs. Quinn said, looking down at her hands.

"Fitting ? I forgot about that. Can you please call my mother and tell her to be here by five ?" Harry said, massaging his forehead by his thumbs.

"Sure, Mr. Styles and should I call Mrs. Styles too ?" Mrs. Quinn asked with a tilt of her head.

"Mrs. Styl- are you calling Lillian Mrs. Styles ?" Harry asked, his eyes widened a little. Mrs. Quinn nodded and smiled.

"We're not married yet, so please call Lillian by her maiden name." Harry said and got up on his feet.

"Okay, yes sure Mr.Styles," Mrs. Quinn said with a nervous smile and a nod of her head.

Harry nodded curtly and walked away, forgetting the mug of coffee behind. He looked angry for reasons unknown to Mrs. Quinn.

As Harry landed face first on his bed, he let out a shout into the soft, silk bed sheet. The sound was muffled and Harry was thankful for that.

Harry turned on his back and looked up at the ceiling, his eyes watering slightly as a certain memory popped up in his mind.

Harry was sixteen and it was Taylor's mother's birthday. Her family had invited Harry and his family for the celebration. Their families were in the backyard, grilling chicken and having beer while Harry and Taylor were on the rooftop of Taylor's house, gazing at the stars. It was their favourite thing to do.

"I have a question!" Taylor said a little too loudly.

"Ask away," Harry sighed softly and Taylor looked at her hands which were resting on her stomach, knowing that she had disturbed the peaceful silence but she just had to do it! She had to ask him the question that has been nagging her all day long.

"Will you ever marry anyone ?" She asked, softly this time.

"Of course I will, what about you ?" Harry replied with a question of his own, still looking at starry sky.

"If I fall in love then yes, I will." Taylor answered.

"What if you fall in love with someone and you marry that person but then you realise that you don't actually love that person but rather love someone else ?" Harry questioned, now looking at Taylor who was already looking at him with her soft blue eyes.

"I'll leave them," Taylor said with a nod as if agreeing with her own answer.

"But what about their feelings ?" Harry asked, now sitting up, his legs pushed against his chest and his arms wounded around them. Taylor laid still, her hands joined together on her 'Beetles' t-shirt cladded stomach.

"Well, I'll be sparing them an awful heart break to be honest. See, if I keep on pretending that everything's fine then they'll be under the illusion of me being in love with them which will be a far cry from the truth! So, instead of hurting them in the long run, I'd rather hurt them before things get out of hands and turn into a mess." Taylor said, now sitting up too. Her eyes shining brightly under the soft glow of the stars.

"Well, whoever you fall in love with would be a very lucky man, Taylor." Harry said with a wide grin on his face. Taylor smiled back and looked up at the sky.

"If only that man would fall in love with me too..." Taylor whispered and Harry let out a laugh.

"Only an idiot wouldn't love you, Taylor." Harry had said with a strong, confident smile.

'Did that make me an idiot ?' Harry asked himself as a tear fell from his eye.

Harry quickly scrambled off his bed and looked around for his phone, after finally spotting it on the vanity table, his fingers trembled as he picked it up and reached for Taylor's number.

He finally found it and without a second thought he dialled the number but soon came the dreading 'the number that you've called is either switched off or can't be reached right now."

Harry shook his head and searched for Ron's number, surely he wouldn't have changed his number because he met him just a year ago.

"Ron here, who's this ?"

"Ron, I-It's Harry!"

"Harry! It's been a long time, man."

"Yea, a year to be exact but listen, I uh called for your help."

"What can I help you with ?"

"My wedding is in a month, in May and you probably know that by now but I wanted to personally invite you and-"

"Cut the crap, Harry." Ron cut harry off mid sentence and sighed.

"I just wanted to know if Taylor said anything about attending the wedding..." Harry said quietly

"Harry, we're not talking anymore. I mean something happened between Taylor and mum and we just aren't on talking terms." Ron said with a hint of hesitation in his voice.

"W-what happened ?" Harry asked.

"I have to go, I'll see you in the wedding." Ron quickly hung up the phone and Harry groaned loudly.

Ron looked down at his feet as he pocketed his phone. "You should've told him," Alex, Ron's girlfriend whispered as she sat down next to him.

"I wouldn't do that Taylor, she's still my sister." Ron mumbled and Alex just nodded her head.

Ron stared at the steaming mug of tea as a certain memory knocked on the door of his mind.

A memory that he wanted to forget.