He followed me, though. "Lily, I'm –"

But I cut him off. "Is it over?"

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR – PATRONUS

"What?" he asked. "What do you mean 'is it over'?"

"Us."

"W-what…w-why are you talking like that?"

"Because you're going out with some random masked girl who isn't me," I answered truthfully, without tears. Instead, I settled on an impassive façade. "So tell me, who is she?"

"She's Amelia Redwood. We're both prefects. That's just that."

Suddenly, I remembered. "She was the prefect I saw you with at the Astronomy Tower, wasn't she? I remember that beautiful blonde hair."

"We were doing rounds! Please just –"

"Why were you holding her hand tonight, then? Does that mean I can go holding hands with other blokes whenever we're fighting? Have you thought I wouldn't notice that it was you in that clean, black dress robes and silver mask that you could go holding hands with anyone and I'd just simply overlook it? Have you ever gotten tired of the two of us fighting? Or is this the last one because there'll never be a 'we' or 'us' again."

"Lily, come off it! It's just –"

But he was cut off when I gave him a small, sad smile. It seemed so fast that I made up my mind.

"Lily…"

"Maybe we're better off as friends, you know. You'd better not keep her waiting, Scor. The Ball is about to start."

"What are you saying? That we are…that…"

"You know…I don't actually know if the two of us will ever work out but…let's just…just stop seeing each other and get to the way things were before."

"Things could never be the same again, Lil. Please don't –"

"I'm sorry.

A song suddenly started playing inside my head. It was a muggle song of one of my favorite artists, though I was about three or four when this song was hit.

If I could take it all back I would now
I never meant to let you all down
And now I've got to try to turn it all around
And figure out how to fix this
I know there's a way so I promise
I'm gonna clean up this mess I made
Maybe It's not to late
Maybe it's not to late oh

It was as if I was slapped on the face. Why does this song have to play inside my own head when I royally messed up everything? But I guess it's too, too late…

I stood up and walked away, leaving him and going to the farthest table I could away from him. No tears were spilling, and yet, I felt my heart ripping apart at the sight of him with another. I knew I was giving him away like this but I just don't know what to do.

Sitting on one of the round tables at the far right side of the hall, I took a glass and let the floating wine bottle pour it. I drank it in a straight gulp. It tasted like a bitter butterbeer.

I was about to drink again when some people in masks approached my table. Of course they were in masks since everyone was.

"Er, is that you Lily?" asked the unmistakable voice of Des.

"Yes," I answered and they all sat down on the seats around us. I recognized Al's messy black hair, Kat's blonde hair and I recognized the way clutched on Jonathan's arm. "Want some drink?"

"Er…it's too early for drinks. Were you drinking Lily?" Al asked.

"Just one glass…and I think I'll have another." And I drank the second glass of wine in another straight gulp. To my surprise, it tasted a bit better.

"Lily, stop that," my brother commanded. "You've never been much of a drinker before. Stop messing with your life."

"Oh, I don't mess with my life," I snapped. "Guess who messed up my life? And he's with another girl because I threw him away…yes, I'd like another one." The bottle of wine was pouring my glass again but halfway through Al snatched it from me and drank it himself.

"Stop. Drinking. Lily."

I rolled my eyes at him. "What's the problem with you? I'm not a little girl anymore and I need a drink when I just broke up with him! Damn it, Al, give me the bloody drink! This is a party so I could do whatever I please!"

"WHAT?"

"I broke up with him. Now give me the damn drink!"

But, just then –

"Good evening," said Headmistress McGonagall. "You must be delighted for the change of celebration we have in this year's Halloween. So, I would like to thank our Head boy and girl, and the prefects, for all their effort to give us a wonderful evening.

"Now, you could remove your masks for a while, or not if you're so fond of it, and let us all tuck in!"

Cards, which were actually menus, appeared in front of everyone on thin air. There were list of foods there. Scanning it, I said, "Beef Steak."

A plate of beef steak appeared in front of me and the other people on the table stared at me.

"How do you know that?" Kat asked.

I rolled my eyes. "It was quite obvious."

They shrugged it off and ordered their own food. After finishing with it, I ordered a strawberry cake for dessert without thinking. Then I remembered it was his favorite but still ate it, albeit reluctantly.

Everyone finished eating, the plates were cleared, and there were just the glasses for those who wanted to drink and the menus changed to snack-like foods.

"Attention!" said the Headmistress. Everyone fell silent at once. "Please stand up."

As everyone stood up, she waved her wand and the tables and chairs all flew to the sides to allow a huge dance floor. Then, a band started playing a slow song, probably because no one could dance hard songs with full stomachs. People – couples, I assume – started dancing to the slow music. The lights were dimmed and I could hear Al and Jonathan asking my best mates for a dance.

"Hey Lils," Des called out worriedly, "are you going to be okay?"

"Yep. I'm quite good at being alone nowadays so just go gliding the dance floor with my brother."

"That's not really helpful, Lils," Al said.

"Really, stop fretting about me. And Al, just let me have a normal teenage life and get all depressed over your best mate."

"Are you sure –"

"Just go."

And they left.

I never quite felt more alone.

Returning back to the table on the side, into the shadows, I had another alcohol but it was sherry and not wine this time. It tasted…fine. Another sherry…and another…and another one…Merlin, why are there fireflies? Or was it blinking lights?

And another sherry… I'm getting dizzy and why's the music so loud? …and –

"Care to dance?" someone with white dress robes and mask asked me…but I couldn't see his face, only his gorgeous, black hair.

"Who a-are you?" I asked in a slightly slurred voice.

He chuckled. "That's the point of this Masquerade Ball, isn't it? So that you wouldn't know anyone you dance with, or talk with, or –"

"Okay, shut up now," I cut in. "What did you say your name was?"

He chuckled again…and there was something familiar about it. "I didn't. Do you want me to repeat what I said?" I nodded confusedly. "The point of a Masquerade Ball is –"

"Oh right, sorry. I remember now," I interrupted.

He smirked slightly. "Do you have a habit of interrupting someone who's talking?"

"Not really. I was just…never mind."

"So, do you want to dance?" he asked again. "Just one dance and I promise I'll leave you alone."

"I don't know why…but okay. Just one."

Even I surprised myself slightly. I promised myself, before the ball, that I wouldn't dance with anyone except him. Maybe the alcohol was getting the best of me and I was losing my soberness but I didn't care. It was about time that I enjoy this party and stop moping around.

Right on cue, the hard music stopped to be replaced by another slow music. I wrapped my arms around his neck while he put his around my waist, but I kept a safe distance around us.

"So," I said just to ease the deafening silence, "do you know me?"

I saw him smile out of my dizzy vision. "With that unmistakable red hair? And the attention and familiarity you get with that temper of yours? Of course I know you. You're Lily Potter."

"Eh? That's not fair. Y-You know me and I d-don't know you," I stuttered. "Sorry, I-I kind of drank a fair few er…alcohol."

"Do you wanna stop –?"

"N-No, I'm fine."

"How many drinks have you had?" he asked in an unmistakably concerned voice.

"Are you actually worried that I've gotten myself drunk? You know what? You sound like my brother…" Well, at least my voice was kind of straighter this time.

"I was actually worried that you would vomit on me," he said in a playful tone that made me sure he was thinking the contrary.

"Really?" I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes and everything around me seemed to roll so fast it made me dizzy. "Well, I bet you're just s-s-s-saying that…."

"What's the matter?" he asked, that familiar, concerned voice returning again.

"I was just…sorry, I shouldn't have rolled my eyes. It made me dizzy."

"Are you –"

"If you ask me if I'm fine, I'm going to kill you. I've had enough of that for a lifetime."

"Er, okay…"

"So, what's your name?"

"If I tell you, then I'd have to kill you."

I raised an eyebrow at his blurred, masked face. "You're repeating my lines, huh? Well, how about twenty questions? What year are you?"

"Seventh year."

"What house?"

"Sorry, couldn't answer that. It would be too much of a giveaway."

I thought again, looking straight into his eyes. I noticed that familiar almond-like shape of it, but the dark shade…who is this guy?

"Do I know you? Without that mask, I mean…"

"Yes." There was something sad when he answered.

"Do I know you well? I mean, do we talk often or are you my friend or one of my brother's best friends or a co-prefect or an ex my best friend or what? Or have I hexed you before?"

"Sorry but…I really couldn't answer that." I frowned.

The soberness returning and my cloudy vision clearing, I saw him much more clearly. Slowly, as if on muggle movies, his eyes were slowly turning lighter, and so were his hair…and his dress robes…and mask…they were turning darker, into black and silver.

And he was leaning into me, his truly silver eyes boring into mine through the dark mask. He was going to kiss me…only a few millimeters apart and –

"Scor," I whispered and he stopped on his tracks.

His eyes never left mine when he said, "I think my ten minutes is up. Please forgive me for bothering you, but I just couldn't let you go."

He edged away from me and was walking away when –

"Scor!" I called him but, just then, a hard music started and drowned my voice. "Who jinxed me to be this unfortunately miserable?" I muttered under my breath as I suppressed the tears. I broke up with him for about an hour ago, and yet, I wanted him to be with me so badly.

You couldn't always get what you wanted, said a nagging voice in my head.

"Shut up," I muttered.

I returned back to my table, grabbed a bottle of whatever alcohol I could get and started getting out of the hall, towards the corridors over looking the grounds. I sat on one of the stone steps, low and far enough that no one would see me from inside.

I suddenly remembered my favorite song from a muggle movie about more than a decade ago.

We're like fire and rain

You can drive me insane

But I can't stay mad at you for anything

We're Venus and Mars

We're like different stars

But you're the harmony to every song I sing

And I wouldn't change a thing.

I kept singing the song over and over again, while drowning myself on alcohol.

No matter how he left me when I told him what I didn't want to tell him, when I told him the truth, no matter how he didn't fight for me until tonight, no matter how many times I've seen him with that prefect, no matter how angry I was with him, no matter how the two of us weren't together anymore, I would never, ever get myself to get mad at him. The days when I loathed him for being a Slytherin and hexing me and my friends senseless had long since died.

Like the song said, we're similar, yet so different. We're both smart, both apt in Potions, both Seekers and both stubborn. He's Slytherin, I'm Gryffindor; he's cold while I'm hot-tempered; he's blond, I'm redhead; he's arrogant, I'm not; he's a Malfoy, I'm a Potter.

It's really hard to get back together when we fight with those characteristics we have. But I wasn't thinking that. I was merely thinking about ways of trying to forget him.

Running out of drink, I just sat there, singing out of tune, staring at the stars. Fumbling with my waist, in my wand holder, I took out my wand and, though my mind was almost dead, I thought of something that could probably keep me some company and would probably make my thoughts leave everything that had to do about him.

Thinking about him again (for the last time, I hope) – though it was painful – I muttered, "Expecto Patronum," and the silver unicorn shot out of it at once.

I smiled, though my mouth was very stiff. "Hello there," I mumbled to my patronus, who was gliding noiselessly by the grounds. It was a mesmerizing sight. I stood up, patting its back. "I'm still lucky I have you for company. Don't leave just yet…"

Walking around the grounds, I noticed, to my annoyance, that some couples were sneaking out of the castle to have a cozy snog. I rolled my eyes at them and just continued to make my way to the beech tree by the lake with my unicorn-patronus following, but someone was already there.

He had his mask removed and he was sitting there on the grounds, staring faraway. Upon noticing the light emitted by my patronus, he looked up at me.

"S-Scor," I said in a slightly dizzy voice. Maybe it was because of the alcohol or maybe it was because of his presence that I suddenly felt dazed. "I-I –"

"It's okay, Lily," he said. "I'm sorry about earlier."

He was standing up now.

"I'm sorry for going with Amelia and I didn't really mean to hold her hand but she did that and didn't let me pull back and I was really about to talk to you last Friday during Remedial Potions but I suddenly couldn't and I know you noticed it, too, but I…I always have my speech problems whenever we fight and I couldn't talk straight to you without making it worse and…I really, truly am sorry. I knew I shouldn't have –"

But I shut him up with a kiss, removing my mask, pouring all my heart out, all my feelings, my longing, my fears, my tears, my everything. Everything I've been through all through for a fortnight – since last, last Tuesday when the bastard kissed me.

We pulled away after Merlin knows how long, both gasping for breath, hugging each other. Sitting down on the ground, we just sat there feeling comfortable in each other's presence, holding hands. I never felt warmer in days.

Suddenly, something alight blinded me and after blinking furiously, I noticed that it was just my patronus. "Hey, you're still here." I smiled. "Why haven't you vanished?"

"It's because you didn't stop thinking a happy thought," answered Scor beside me. I turned around to look at him.

"Really? Well, I'm glad you're here then, because you're the reason I am happy right now," I said honestly. There's no point in avoiding my feelings right at this moment.

"And," I continued, "I forgot to apologize for throwing you away like that to Althea –"

"Amelia," he corrected.

"Whatever. Well, I'm sorry for pushing you away like that." I bit my lip. "So, are we…back together again?"

"After about two or so hours of torment in my life, hell will freeze when I said no." He smiled.

"So, I'd take that as a yes, then."

"And well, I would still push myself to you after this night if you haven't come here. I told you I couldn't just let you go like that. And I just realized…I was as stubborn as you were hot-tempered. And I haven't told you the other day, well Al's was actually going to blurt it out when –"

"When we met you outside Charms and Andrew interrupted?"

"Yes, well. Here it is…" He took a deep breath. "Expecto Patronum!"

A silver horse shot out of it…or was it? It had wings and I've never seen anything like it before. It was uncanny to see my unicorn-patronus and his winged-horse-patronus to be together…like they were puzzle pieces that only fit together…

"It's a Pegasus," he said suddenly. "They like unicorns, they are…we studied them in Care of Magical Creatures during our fifth year and I was stunned to discover that my Patronus was one."

"And I was even more stunned to discover that yours is a unicorn…" He looked at me and I was suddenly lost at those startlingly silver eyes as another song started playing in my head.

You lift my feet off the ground
Spin me around
You make me crazier, crazier
Feels like I'm falling and I
I'm lost in your eyes
You make me crazier,
Crazier, crazier.

"So…I guess I've fallen for the unicorn…"

Suddenly, the lights vanished and I saw the Unicorn and Pegasus gliding away, leaving us into the darkness.

"You know unicorns don't trust males," I suddenly muttered, a smile tugging on my lips. "But I guess I've always been different…I always love the excitement and adventure and new things and put my trust to those whom others won't. I've fallen for you, too, but I wouldn't say those three words…"

"Same here," he said with a smile. "I wouldn't say it, yet, because it's been only eight weeks. I wouldn't say it if I would only take it back."

"How come you know it's been eight weeks?"

He shrugged. "I was tired of us not speaking and decided to count on the calendar last night."

I giggled.

"We're too much alike because we both wouldn't say it…that's why we never get along well, other times."

"I hope this time doesn't count…"

And he leaned forward and kissed me fervently, my back behind the tree. I threw my arms around him my hands tangling on his hair, his hands on my hips. We kissed like we never had before, without suppressed feelings.

We drew back for breath and I tilted my head slightly as he trailed soft kisses on my neck, to my jaw and back again. I felt shiver run down my spine that had nothing to do with the weather, but everything to do with the contact his lips were making on my skin. He paused on my neck, breathing in my scent.

"Mmm…you smell nice."

"Thanks," I breathed. "So why were you disguised a while ago?"

"So you would speak to me," he said and I felt his breath tickle my neck. He pulled back to look at me. "I brewed a potion last night but I was somewhat distracted that I forgot to add the right number of horsefly wings to the potion, so the disguise only lasted ten minutes."

"And I also noticed your clothes have changed, too…"

"Well, I transfigured it to last for ten minutes."

I sighed in content. "I really miss doing this…" I cuddled closer in his arms.

"Yeah…me, too."

"But," I said and he looked at me, "I don't want to miss my first Ball ever. I wanted to dance with you the whole night."

"Just one question: why did you voted for a Costume Party during the prefect meeting?"

"I guess it's probably the same reason as you did," I replied with a smile. "I don't want to have all cuddly, goofy, googly-eyed couples around me when I couldn't be with my partner. Now, let's go before the party's over."

He stood up and offered me his hand but I wobbled slightly. "Damn, I've drank about two bottles of random alcohols already. And when I say bottles, I meant the big bottles for several p-p-people. Ouch!" I've nearly fallen, face forward, from catching my foot on a tree trunk. "Thanks."

He supported me and was almost carrying me because of me stumbling all the way through.

There were still loads of people on the dance floor, but this time, the song was a real party song, played by the band, The Hunchbacks.

"Oh, come on, let's dance!" I said, dragging him to the dance floor. Our masks were in tact once again and no one was paying as attention as they didn't know who we were…or so we thought.

Just then, a tall boy with midnight blue dress robes and light blue mask came over to us and said, "Back together now, aren't you lovebirds?"

We both turned sharply to look at him. Different colors of light were blinking to the beat of the music and I was too dizzy to even scrutinize the intruder. I was clutching to Scor's left arm for balance when he said, "Brett." He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth in a menacing way. I tightened my grip to him to stop him from doing something stupid, though it was hard as he was stronger and my head was in a swirl.

The other boy smirked. Now I quite noticed the black hair plastered on top of his head. "Why the sudden change of heart? I thought you two would hate each other forever. Guess I get my hopes up too much."

It was impossible for him not to feel me glaring daggers at him even through the mask. "You know, Zabini, why don't you just shut up? Oh, and do you mind getting yourself useful and going out of my sight for about…let me see – a lifetime?"

"Well, I would, but you know…" he trailed off, grabbing something from his pocket, showing it to us. It was a photo of us, in the library when he –

"Damn it!" I yelled furiously that several people near us turned to look in our direction. Scor blocked me from the other people's view as I rounded on Zabini, now pointing my wand threateningly at him. "H-How did you manage t-to…?"

"How did I manage to get a picture of that wonderful, kissing scene?" He smirked unpleasantly. "Well, I had someone take it for me while we were on it. I wonder…am I a good kisser?"

Whipping my wand at him, the picture on his hand burned into ashes. I summoned some of the thorn bushes nearby and said, "Oppugno!" In an instant, the thorn bushes began chasing him and he ran all the way down to the grounds, swearing furiously and disappearing out of sight.

"Oh, Merlin! I really, really hate my best mate's brother!"

"Now what has he done now?" Des asked, appearing beside me. "I thought you weren't going to dance. What are you doing here? Who's, er…with you?"

"To your first question, well, your brother is an insufferable git and had a picture of the…incident." I stumbled slightly to the left as I made my way towards her. Scor caught me, but Des didn't notice who he was. "Thanks," I mumbled.

"Er, who's this?" she asked.

I giggled hysterically. "Eh? It's Scor again! We're back now."

"She's kidding, isn't she? I'll only believe her if you remove your mask," she said to Scor.

"There's no need for that. Really, Desiree, we're really…er, fine again."

"Lily doesn't seem fine, though." She turned to me. "Lily, how many glasses of alcohol have you drank?"

I giggled, although there wasn't anything funny in it. Everything just seemed blurred and funny all of a sudden. "I-I've drank…hic! Two bottles, hic! Sorry, I think I have…hic! Hiccups."

"WHAT?" she yelled, horrorstruck. "But –"

"Hey guys," Kat interrupted, suddenly appearing. Upon noticing the look on Des' face, she said, "Oh, were you about to say something?"

"Yes," she said, rolling her eyes. "I was going to say 'but it's bad for your health' to Lily."

"What's bad for your health?" Kat asked me. "I know Malfoy was bad for your heart but –"

"Shut up, Kat – HIC! Damn this hiccups! Ugh, anyway Scor and I are back together and his standing just a little behind you."

"What?" she exclaimed, turning back and wincing slightly at the sight of Scor. "Er, hello, Scorpius. Sorry about that."

"It's okay."

"Anyway why are you two here?" I asked, suddenly annoyed. "Thank heavens the hiccups have stopped…"

"Well, Al's getting some drinks…"

"Jonathan went to the bathroom."

"Well, could we leave you now?" I asked. "…because I'm going to have to have a long reunion with this gorgeously blond Slytherin." Suddenly, we all laughed. "Merlin, that was embarrassing! Anyway, come one gorgeously blond snake and let's get going."

"You're so drunk Lily? But why the hell do you seem sober sometimes when you talk?"

"Huh?"

"Never mind. You don't seem to be on your right mind again."

"Where are we going, anyway? I couldn't…ugh, damn this headache…well, I couldn't lead the way."

"Do you want to go to your common rooms now?"

"No."

"Stubborn," I heard him mutter under his breath.

"I heard that."

"Let's just go to one of the tables."

He led me to one of the tables which was half-hidden through the shadows and would allow us some privacy. The moment we sat, I blurted out, "Scor, am I dreaming?"

I vaguely saw him frown. "No, of course not. You're just…drunk."

"But what if I wake up and suddenly, we're actually fighting again."

"You know what, I could prove to you that this is all real," he said in a voice barely more than a whisper. In one swift movement, he removed my mask and his and –

Sitting impossibly closer beside me, he caught my lips on his; caressing it so softly at first it felt as though it barely touches it. I wrapped my arms around him as he put a hand on my back and another on my hips. And then, we suddenly kissed more eagerly, with out tongues touching. I suddenly felt his hand on somewhere it shouldn't be and I stopped.

"Sorry," he muttered. "Just got…carried away."

"I know. Me, too." I bit my lip, feeling his taste against my lips.

"So," he breathed, "does that proved to you that this is real?"

I smiled up at him. "Yeah."

We talked and talked there for a few minutes, catching up with each other's lives. I barely comprehended what he said but from what I caught, there's barely any catching up needed. So after talking, we just sat there for a while, his arms wrapped around my waist, my head on his shoulder, and just enjoyed the silence brought by the other's company.

Clearly, there was still an unwelcome company lurking around.

"Hey, Scor, wonder if you wanted to have a…drink. Who is she?"

I turned sharply behind us to look at a blond girl in a mask. "Who are you?" I snapped sharply, though I knew that she was the prefect. I couldn't see her properly because of the bloody mask but she could see me perfectly unmasked to know that I was allowed to be beside Scor's side as because –

"I thought you broke up with Scor!" she exclaimed at me. "Damn it, I've got a picture of him and Brett lip-locking in the library!"

I rolled my eyes. "So, you were the one who teamed up with Brett to sabotage my relationship, weren't you?" I retorted in a menacing tone. "Just to be clear, Angela –"

"Amelia!"

"Whatever. Well, just to be clear, you bimbo, get off Scorpius. You could go with Stella Selwyn and the two of you find other blokes out there to flirt with other than my boyfriend."

"He's your ex! Right, Scor?"

Scor sighed boredly at her and didn't bother stifling a laugh. "Shut up, Amelia. I'm annoyed enough at you already."

She turned sharply towards me and was about to slap me in the face when –

"GET OFF HER, AMELIA!" Scor bellowed furiously, grabbing her wrist. Anyone from a distance would think were just yelling because of the party, come to think to that.

She glared at me, to which I just yawned into, and stalked off to the other side of the hall.

"Thanks," I muttered.

"Anytime. Do you want to dance?"

"Er, again? Well…okay, sure. Just not the loud, raucous dances…they make me really dizzy."

"It's good that a slow song was playing then."

"Indeed, another slow song…" I trailed off, letting him take me to the dance floor.

Unlike when we were dancing when I didn't know it was him, I didn't keep the distance this time and just hugged me closer to me as we glide across the floor.

"I never thought I'd enjoy this evening," I said in a muffled voice through his chest.

"What was that?" he asked, not hearing.

"I never thought I'd enjoy this evening," I repeated, looking up at his silver eyes. We forgot to put on our masks, but the light was so dim that no one would notice us. Other couples around also had their masks thrown out.

"Me, too. I was dreading all night that I wouldn't be able to dance you…"

"Well, I was worrying more to the fact that you might not be talking to me all evening," I said.

"It's good that we're back again. I don't think I could stand another day like that, all tired and worn off."

"Well, honestly, I wasn't just tired and worn off. I was puffy-eyed one day and depressed on another and completely empty on another."

"You know, I was really worried when I saw you lying soaked in the rain on the grounds…I thought you probably…"

"Killed myself?" I suggested and he nodded slightly. "Well, I would never, ever, do that. I just fell asleep because I was tired and my feet were tired and I collapsed there in to a sleep."

"Still, you worried me that much."

"You should've talked to me when we've seen each other on the pitch. But no, you didn't. I thought you would, you know…"

"Well, I was stubborn and afraid you might reject me."

"You're stupid." I smiled.

"All because of you."

"Is it in the characteristics of a winged horse…er, Pegasus…to be sappy?" I teased.

"When there is a Unicorn, definitely." He smiled.

Just then, the clock struck midnight and before I knew it, I was standing on my toes to kiss him once more.

Hope you like this chap! Sorry if there are lots of typos but I've been doing this till one thirty in the morning…

By the way, the songs were 'It's not too late' by Demi Lovato, 'Wouldn't Change a Thing' by Demi Lovato and Joe Jonas, and 'Crazier' by Taylor Swift… just so you know…

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