Ok, so as lots of you guessed, the song was other side of the door. None of you complained about the fact I did Taylor's point of view, although someone did say parts of my writing were a bit jumpy, so I'll try to work on that :-)

Anyway...guess the song, enjoy and review! {:

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Zac Moore groaned and turned over. He felt a cold surface being pressed against his face and realised painfully that he must be lying on the changing room's floor.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking around. He seemed to be wearing nothing but a pair of stripy boxers, and he was freezing. The door was open a little bit, so Zac figured that his 'date' for the evening must have left. He couldn't even remember who it had been.

Zac slowly stumbled to his feet and began to slowly make his way towards the showers, while the fire whisky from last night pounded around his brains like a manic drummer.

Half an hour later, he emerged, feeling a little better. Sitting on the bench in a summoned pair of jeans and a green t-shirt, he called out the name of his favourite house elf at Hogwarts.

"Houlis."

A loud crack echoed throughout the small building, and a rather chubby house elf appeared, clutching a tea-towel.

"Yes, Mister Moore?"

"Get me a bacon sandwich would you? And something for this hang-over."

The house elf smirked slightly "Houlis has warned Mister Moore about his fondness of Fire whisky."

Zac batted the laughing house elf away, before running a hand through his hair. Why did this always happen? He didn't want to be like this...he wanted a girlfriend. There was something about a girl in a short skirt though – especially some of those fourth years.

They were nothing though; nothing on her. Nothing compared to the way she walked...the way she talked the way she said his name. She was beautiful and wonderful and nothing would ever faze her. She stuck to what she believed in and wouldn't change for the world. That was what he loved about her. Well, one of the many things.

He visualised her walking around the halls in that tight grey skirt, with her white shirt tucked in, her sleeves rolled up and her hands running through her hair...the hair; oh, the hair.

"Erm...Mister Moore?"

Zac jumped about a metre in the air and snatched the loaded plate of bacon sandwiches from a bemused looking Houlis.

"What about the fire whisky thing?"

Houlis silently handed over a small vile of potion, that Zac drained, immediately making him feel much better "Thanks mate."

The chubby house elf smiled, before disappearing with a loud crack and leaving Zac to his thoughts.

He ate as much as he could while the plate refilled itself. Eventually, when he realised he couldn't possibly eat any more, the plate emptied itself and vanished.

The weather outside was gusty and windy; it was a cold January morning. He remembered one particularly nasty January when he'd pushed her out into the wind...she'd jinxed him and hit him and he'd flirted and laughed...everything came back to her.

He walked over to the window and had to blink. Moving over the grounds was a figure dressed in tight jeans and a blue jumper. Over the top the figure had on some sort of purple waterproof that would only look good on that body. Looks could be deceiving, but there was a light in her that possibly only he could see. He'd known her for so long, she was his best friend...but she still mystified him.

He could think of fifty...thousand reasons why she should pick him. Not that he'd ever asked. Rejection, coming from her, wasn't nice. He'd seen it done many times and it wasn't something he ever wanted to experience.

Then again, he still wondered what she'd say.

He'd seen a lot of things in his eighteen years, he thought he'd seen it all, but nobody ever shone like her, not even Victoire, and she was beautiful.

He sighed, and acting on a pure insane wave of impulse ran out into the rain.

"Hey, Taylor."

She turned around and stared at him. Maybe because it was only eight o'clock in the morning and he was inside the changing rooms, maybe because he was wearing nothing but a t-shirt in this horrible weather...or maybe, just maybe, because he was the exact person she'd been thinking of.

"Zac?" She ran a hand through her hair and moved closer to him.

"Taylor...listen to me...you're my best friend, right?"

Taylor sighed and Zac felt a pang of annoyance. Of course she wasn't thinking about him, how could he be so stupid?

"You're best friend...yes." She sounded slightly disappointed "By the way, girls don't like having sex on the changing room floor."

Zac smirked "Speaking from experience are we?"

She hit him and he laughed "Anyway, I know this is really weird because I'm the last person you were expecting to see, but I need to tell you something."

The wind blew her hair around her delicate features, and the rain made him feel like he'd submerged himself in a pool, but none of that mattered to either roof them; it wasn't even noticeable.

"What...?" She said slowly.

He smiled "Taylor, I love you."

She grabbed hold of his t-shirt "If you're joking Zac I will flaming kill you."

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"No." She muttered slowly, before looking at him straight in the eye "No, you don't."

And then she kissed him, with more force than even she thought possible.

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Short I know but I hope you like it :)