You Were My Summer Love (A One Direction Fanfic)

17 year old Maxine has been best friends with Taylor Swift ever since they were in a high school band together. But when Taylor moves on with her career and becomes internationally known music star, she starts changing into a person Maxine didn't know at all.


5. Of Course

[Harry's POV]

"Wait.. What?" I couldn't believe my ears.

"Um... Yea. I went to Cheshire two summers ago. Nice place, nice people," she said.  

My mind and heart were racing.  Could she be...  Impossible.  It's impossible.  

"Are you... Maxine Price," I asked, practically shaking.  

"...Yea? How... Did you know that?" 

The blood rushed out of my face.  A flood of emotions and memories washed over me.  Max. My Max. My first love.  How could I be so ignorant?  

"Oh... T-Taylor was telling me about a Max Price. I was just making sure it was y-you," I said, starting to sweat.  I forced a smile.  

"Oh, cool.  Are, you okay?" she asked worriedly.  

"Me? I'm fine, yea.. Yea I'm great."  She wasn't satisfied with my answer, but she left the subject alone. Then she got up from the couch.  I couldn't believe she didn't remember me. "Where are you going?" 

"It's hot in here.. Thought I'd get some fresh air," she replied. 

"But, it's raining.  And Taylor's concert is starting in," I looked at my watch, "five minutes."  

"...And? A little rain won't hurt me.  And plus, the opening act needs to play first." 

She had a point...  "Touché.  I'm coming with you," I said, getting up.  She smiled, rolled her eyes at me, and made her way outside.  I followed her with a grin on my face.  

Once we were outside, it was pouring rain.  Max was already outside, and she was soaked.  She looked so helpless... I went by her side and took off my brown leather jacket with the fur collar, and wrapped it around her.  She looked up at me with those deep brown eyes.  They hadn't changed from two years ago.  

"Thanks," she said, smiling gratefully. She put the coat on and shivered. 

"Not a problem; I don't want a precious little thing like you getting sick," I said with a wink.  She blushed.  Her hair was damp now, and she looked off into the parking lot.  I turned my body to face hers.  Maybe, if I kissed her, she would remember us.  She turned to me, and I took a strand of her wet hair in my hand, gently twirling it in my fingers.  She peered down at her hair, and then looked back at me.  I started leaning in to kiss her, and she closed her eyes.  Then suddenly, she pulled away.

"I can't do this, Harry.  I can't betray Taylor," she said, her breath visible. 

"I know," I replied shamefully.   But Taylor was out of the picture now.  I could only imagine Max, Maxine Price, in my life.  I loved her still.  I probably never got over my love for her-- and never will.  She took off my jacket I had given her, and gave it back to me, storming back into the VIP room.  I stayed outside for a while still, and just thought.  My world was turning upside down.  When should I tell her? I wonder if she'll ever remember...  










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