Taylor's POV
"You're tied together with a smile, but you're coming undone," I sang as I danced barefoot around my living room, Meredith weaving through my legs as I made my way to the master bedroom.
"Hold on baby, you're losin' it. The water's high, you're jumpin' into it and letting go!" I belted and collapsed onto my bed, bouncing a little bit due to the impact. I hummed the next part of the song under my breath as I grabbed my phone absent-mindedly; opening up my texts as I had done a million times before. The thing is; I wasn't expecting to see Harry's name on the screen.
Nope, I wasn't imagining it. It was there, clear as day, even though my room was in darkness, illuminated only by my phone screen.
Why would Harry be texting me in the middle of the night? Sure we were still friends; even though we had broken up almost two years ago, but when he texted it was always a "hey" or a "hope you're still doing great :)" and it was never at 23:47. Maybe he had just gotten his time zones terribly wrong.
I clicked on his name like I had always done while we were dating.
Harry:
hey wanna go for a drive?
I stared at the screen, dumbfounded. So sudden and spontaneous and whimsical. All the things I loved about life. Why did he want to go for a drive at almost midnight? A couple of seconds later, another text arrived.
Harry:
im right outside, please.
I jumped off the bed and ran to the window, pulling aside the heavy curtains peaking out to see his black Range Rover with the headlights off parked right outside my gate.
I texted back:
'kay. be out in a sec.
Why was I doing this? Why did I just agree to go on a drive with my ex from two years ago? Why did he make me feel like I could never say no to him? And why was I freaking myself out? It was just Harry.
"Nothing to afraid of," I mumbled to myself as I pulled on a pair of gray sweats on top of my sleeping shorts that left nothing to the imagination. I slipped on my Uggs and stepped out of my door. I looked like a mess but I didn't care in the slightest. We were just friends, no need to be trying to impress each other. My shoulder-length blonde hair blew in the humid summer breeze. I was glad it had cooled down. The heat during the day had been stifling. I got to my gate and could just barely see his head though the dimmed windows, coupled with the darkness of the night.
My hand clasped the cool metal door handle of his car and pulled. The car was bathed in light and I saw him face-to-face for the first time in almost 10 months. His eyes were still as green as ever, but he had grown out his hair and it was almost as long as mine.
"Hey," he awkwardly smiled and rubbed the back of his neck.
