Harry quickly shut the door behind him as he sprang forward and pulled Taylor isn’t his arms. His heart was beating a mile a minute, curious to find out what had caused her to be in this deep emotional state. He held her tight as his hand gently rubbed her upper back as a method to help calm her nerves. “Shh, it’s okay,” he spoke in a barely audible mumble. He listened to her choppy words as she got out her emotions and began to explain what happened. His eyebrows furrowed as he came to the conclusion that Joe had left her. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t confused. From what he had gathered, they seemed happy. They had somehow managed to live a private lifestyle and everything seemed picture perfect. Although it was always things that seemed picture perfect on the outside, had a way of falling apart at the seams on the inside. harry gave her a tight squeeze as she once again spoke. He lingered there for a moment before pulling away and brushing a few strands of hair out of her face to look down at her. His thumb gently swept across her cheek, pushing aside the trail of tears rolling down. “Just breathe for a moment, love,” Harry spoke in his soothing accent as he demonstrated a few deep breaths with her. Once she seemed a little bit more calm, he spoke once more in the same soothing tone. “Do you want to talk about what happened? I’ll break out the whiskey and you can tell me everything.” 

There was no better high than coming off of a stage of a sold out venue. For the past few weeks, Harry had been traveling around the world, playing sold out arenas. It was nice to get that little taste of life on the road once again. It was nothing compared to the craziness of touring with the lads of One Direction. Back in those days, they were overworked and worn out to the max. However this time, he was in charge of his schedule and what the next move was. Since he was in London, there was nothing else he wanted to do except head back to his flat and just finish the night off relaxing. 

Harry changed into another set of clothes and followed the winding hallways that led him safely to the back exit of the venue. He waved goodbye to a few lingering fans as his security team ushered him into the back of the black SUV. Just as he got settled in the backseat, his phone began to ring. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Taylor’s name lit up his screen. Sure, the pair were on good terms and remained friendly. But Harry couldn’t quite last remember the last time they spoke on the phone. Sliding his finger across the screen, Harry answered the call. “Hello?” he questioned, which was shortly followed by the sounds of a sobbing Taylor. He could barely even hear her between the sounds of her muffled sobs. “Taylor? What’s wrong? Where are you?” he questioned. “I am. I’m in London. I’ll be right there.” Harry quickly alerted his driver that there was a change of plans and promptly gave him the address Taylor had told him. He wasn’t sure what was going on with his former flame, but it didn’t sound good, whatever it was. 

The roads were mostly empty, since it was getting to be closer to midnight. Which made navigating to Taylor’s place a breeze. Before he knew it, his driver was pulling into her driveway and gaining access to her gate, thanks to her security team. Harry jumped out of the car once it was at the top of her driveway. He quickly bolted towards the front door and began knocking in a panic, anxiously waiting for her to open it. Once it swung open, the Brit breathed a sigh of relief. “Hey,” he said, slightly out of breath. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” 

It wasn’t the first breakup the blonde had been through. She had had her fair share of broken hearts and breaking them in return. This though, felt like something had been ripped out of her chest. Trampling her heart onto the ground until it was simply mush, that was the best way to put it. Finally, she thought, she had met the man who could handle her lifestyle, handle all of it. Who protected her from paparazzi, who didn’t care about her fame or money. If anything she thought they had been working towards the inevitable engagement that everyone already thought they secretly were. Maybe that had been the pressure? The album, Lover, had given the world so many ideas, so many hidden clues that sometimes a false one popped up. One that the fans would keep sending around. This one being that they were secretly engaged -- or maybe even already married.