HARRY'S POV
Today was the day that Taylor was coming. All the boys were here and Kylie as well. She was cool with Taylor coming to stay for a bit. Louis was practically bouncing off the walls. He hadn't seen Taylor since we broke up as our tour dates collided. Zayn suddenly shouted 'she's here!' and Louis started yelping. He yanked open the front door just as Taylor was getting out the of car.
'Taylor!'
'Louis!'
It was like something out of a film. They ran towards each other and jammed together in a massive hug. They were both laughing and Taylor was crying and they were both talking over each other, and I felt a little bit jealous. I knew that for Louis, Taylor was the last person he'd go out with, but still. I don't think Taylor had even noticed the rest of us standing here. Eventually they pulled apart and Taylor wiped her eyes and Louis went to grab her suitcases out of the car. She came over to us and she looked healthy and happy and her eyes were sparkling, and I knew that she didn't miss me one bit. She hugged everyone, including me and Kylie, without batting an eyelid while I introduced Kylie to her. Taylor was fine and polite towards her, but then she was never one to be rude.
Louis came along dragging her suitcases and mumbling about how heavy they were, but she just laughed and ignored him. He went to show her the bedroom she would be sleeping in, but she already knew everything about the house, seeing as she used to live here with me. They soon joined us in the kitchen, where Niall was getting everyone drinks. We shared news, and then Zayn and Liam told us they had a double date, so they went to get ready for that. The rest of us collapsed on the sofa, as it was about 4ish and flicked the telly on. Kylie was leaning on me, and Taylor was leaning on Louis and Niall was on the other sofa. Taylor and Louis were talking quietly and I found myself watching them. No matter how great Kylie was, Taylor somehow felt better, especially now that she wasn't mine.