Written by: mickandnils on tumblr

Written on: July 11, 2017

Description: Taylor comes back and makes new music. She is at an award show and Harry is singing two ghosts, his next single, literally to her.

Official Link: https://mickandnils.tumblr.com/post/162864776835/two-ghosts

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-Are you ready, Mr. Styles?-

-I hope so. - He smiled absentmindedly.

-You better be! No gaffes, glitches, mistakes, scandals et cetera are allowed! You ain't ruining this one! - Said Margaret, the producer of the AMAs.

-I'm just joking with you, you're up in 5! –

Margaret was small, half Mexican and half Korean, with a colorful history and education. But, she was the producer and a perfectionist. He attended a few award shows she produced and they referred to her as "The Tiger".

-I really like Two Ghosts. I'm not kissing your ass, but I really enjoy the song. My wife made me listen to it and you surprised me. My favorite lyric has to be "Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat". It makes you feel stuff. –

Now he was grinning. Fidgeting his guitar, he recalled seeing the woman the song is about. She wore a black, fitting gown, her hair was up and she wore a pair of dangling sapphire earrings tonight and her lips were ruby red. She looked like a million bucks.

Oh, how did he miss her? Her skin, her smile, her eyes, and the way she'd look just at him and him alone, and her hair when she has a day off and just everything. He was 18, just learning how to love. She was 22, recovering from a shattered heart. He peeked through the curtain or screen or whatever that thing was and saw the woman in question sitting between her two friends, reportedly after a break up from some English stage actor. She was as beautiful as a dream. Even after all this time, he could still feel his heart trying to hit his ribcage. Perhaps he was nervous and anxious to nail his performance, perhaps the feeling of performing a song to his old flame who was sitting in the first row. Of course, he could have performed any other song, but something told him to pick this one. And then he saw the seating chart and his little heart couldn't handle it.

Dressed to impress, he was wearing a dapper navy blue suit and a white shirt, the first three buttons unbuttoned. He put on his silver sparkles. The guitar in question was a birthday gift from her and there was a crimson rose painted on and a dark red lipstick stain. Did he go overboard? Nah.

He saw Trevor Noah going outside to announce the performance and drew a deep breath. Time to take the stage.

Taylor was leaning on Selena and realizing what time it is. The time for her heart to feel whatever she felt for years for someone who healed her heart and then took it with and he still to this day keeps it in his pocket. She adjusted the edges of the dark gown she was wearing. It was long and backless, with two halter straps holding it in place. Her nails were dark blue to match her earring. She actually put on nude lipstick before she left but she was biting her lips so much that it came off on her way to the show so she borrowed Karlie's red. Taylor heard the song a few times and every time in drew tears to her eyes. Every single time. Selena squeezed her hand and smiled and Karlie narrowed her eyes at the stage.

Trevor Noah came out looking dashy as always in a black trousers, a dark green blazer and a black bowtie.

The South African comedian smiled at the crowd and they applauded him.

-Good evening people! My, my, don't you all look dazzling tonight! Anyway, when I was a little kid l was terrified of ghosts and was convinced there were ghosts behind my house so in the late evening I refused to get out to take the garbage. My mama felt sympathetic for me and at first she understood me and even told me ghost stories. But then she got bored and one night she shouted: "Child, if you don't take out the trash I will take you out!" and so I had to do my chores."

The crowd laughed.

-And I'm still afraid of ghosts! They're like these creepy white sheet wearing creatures and they scare the hell out of me! Oh wait...-

He paused and the crowd laughed again.

-And you've got no idea how many haunted places are there in Africa! I mean really, why the hell do we need them? Although, there's this adorable African legend about the ghosts of people who were meant to be always finding each other. I'm just kidding, we sell those stories to white people and dumb tourists.-

And the crowd laughed.

-Anyway, my boy here is also apparently obsessed with ghosts or is starting a paranormal investigation, but before that, he's here to perform and make you all cry. Harry Styles with Two Ghosts!-

And he disappeared.

Harry was front and center of the stage, white and blue lights adorning the stage. The slow instrumental of the guitar was followed by his voice.

Same lips red, same eyes blue

Taylor cocked her head to the right side and puckered her lips. How much did she change to him?

Same white shirt, couple more tattoos

The butterfly on his chest was about to fly off to touch her.

But it's not you and it's not me

Who are they now to each other?

Tastes so sweet, looks so real

He noticed that from a distance her lips look like a strawberry or a heart.

Sounds like something that I used to feel

Her heart leapt at that statement.

But I can't touch what I see

Oh how lovely it would be just to touch her skin once more.

We're not who we used to be

No, they're not. She's 27 and he's 23. They've aged like their hearts and minds did.

We're not who we used to be

He felt older now than she was.

We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

Do you want me back? His mind screeched.

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

Do you care? Her mind whispered.

The fridge light washes this room white

Was her apartment the same? Did she remove his pictures?

Moon dances over your good side

Oh, how beautiful he was.

This was all we used to need

She looked like a million bucks and he felt like the fool that lost them in a casino.

Tongue-tied like we've never known

She had a lump in her throat now.

Telling those stories we already told
He almost chocked.

'Cause we don't say what we really mean

God, if you knew how much I miss you, you little British fool...

We're not who we used to be

I once thought you're the love of my life, darling...

We're not who we used to be

You once called me the love of your life and I told you you're too young to know that.

We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

Smile for me, please.

We're not who we used to be

This smile is just for you. Not for the press, the audience, just you.

We're not who we used to be

God, you're beautiful.

We're just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty

You once got drunk and tried to pluck flowers for me in Central Park...

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

I once almost got arrested because I tried to be a romantic.

We're not who we used to be

Who are you now?

We're not who we used to be

Who are you now?

We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

Your eyes are so blue even from here.

We're not who we used to be

I miss the feeling of your lashes against my skin.

We don't see what we used to see

So blue.

We're just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty

I miss your wise cracking jokes.

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

She looked so lost there and he felt the urge to run down and hug her.

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

Her heart was ready to jump out.

I'm just trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

He put down his guitar and the applause felt like a trance. Slowly, he stepped down the stairs and jumped up to Taylor. She got up and hugged him back, embracing him with her whole being. He felt the scent of her lovely hair and the feeling of her soft skin. He could hear their heartbeats were in sync and finally, he gave her a deep kiss. And she kissed him back. He did not care about the crown or anything.

Harry snapped out of his trance and it was time to leave the stage, after the congratulations, he sat down on an armchair and inhaled deeply. He was just human. And then he spotted his doom. A lovely bare back whose shoulders were shaking.

-Taylah? –

-Oh, hi, Harry? How are you?-

She turned around, wiping away a tear.

-I'm fine. You?-

What he wanted to say: "Stop crying, I love you."
-I'm just a bit emotional today. Your performance was amazing.-

What she wanted to say was: "You still have me."
-Thank you. You're still crying?-

He wanted to hold her so badly. Instead, he squeezed her hand.

-That time of the month, eh?-

She rolled her eyes. She wanted to smack him and scream that he made her cry. Instead, she just squeezed his hand back. He always dwarfed her hand with his.

-No, no. I wish we could perform together sometimes.-

-That would kill the internet, so I'm saying yes.-

She laughed now. And now he felt as if he drank a cup of liquid sunshine.

-You look stunning tonight. Like a million bucks.-

-Thank you, you look very handsome in that suit.-

She fidgeted one his buttons, unaware of the intimacy of the act. He stared at the dark blue tips playing with his buttons, which was quite ironic as he was the one who would press her buttons.

And then he kissed hand. He had to. And then he received another cup of liquid sunshine, but there were tears in her eyes.

Oh god, I want you now.

-We should grab some coffee sometimes. - She whispered.

-I'd love to. And we should talk more often.-

Now she reached out and hugged him and he nuzzled her cheek. He could get used to this again. He rubbed circles on the small of her back and then he started poking her waist, making her giggle.

-Stop that!-

-Look, you're not teary-eyed anymore.-

-See you soon?-

-Of course, love. I'd love nothing more.-