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Taylor was tired. Today she had track, cheer, soccer, AND swimming practice, so she was tired and ached badly.
'C'mon. You can do better than this!' Taylor thought to herself. She started running towards her house. And didn't stop.
She ran through streets and feilds and cows and neighborhoods; her house was about a mile outside of city limits.
She kept on running until she realized that her shoe was loose. And she tripped and fell. Well, only tripped. A curly british guy with cute hair caught her just in time.
"Um, hi?" Taylor said with uncertainty.
"Hullo!" The british dude said. ''Call me Harry!"
He said with a grin.
"Potter?!" Taylor said with a hint of a smile. But Harry's smile faded.
"No... Styles...'' He replied, clearly insulted.
"Sorry." Taylor said quickly, not wanting to hurt the 5 year old boys feelings. " The last name's Swift!" Taylor said after an awkward and long pause." How old are you?" Taylor asked Harry.
"5!" Harry said, somewhat proud.
"How old are you?" He added.
"5 in a half!" She said with an ear to ear grin.
Then she turned to face Harry.
"Hey. I like you. Weird, british, my age...you should tottaly come over!" Taylor said with enthusiasm.
Harry turned around to face Taylor.
"Okay! What time?" He asked.
"Right...NOW!" Taylor said yelling behind her ''beat you there!'' And " Ha! Slowest runner I've ever seen!" But soon became tired because she was still sore. So they walked all the way back to Taylor's home, together, hand in hand.