Haylor: Definition, a romance between Harry Styles and Taylor Swift.
I looked into his his beautiful green eyes and leaned into kiss him. Who am I talking about? Harry Styles. And this is my story, not his. So listen up. I was very happy with this relationship, after my break with Conor about two weeks before. He moaned into the kiss and said the first name that came to mind. But it wasn't mine...
He Called Me Louis...
-Taylor's p.o.v.-
I was sitting in my room trying to write a new song before my date with Harry. Meridith ran up to me, purring. I smiled, I loved cats. I was like a cat goddess. I had cat shoes, shirts, socks, necklaces, you name it. That's how Harry and I share our common interests; cats. I put down my guitar, pen, paper and shooed Meridith away. I got up and stretched, I had to pick something to wear tonight. I picked a red dress and my cat smoking slippers. I sat down in my makeup mirror and put on my favorite lipstick. I don't why I put it on. Harry wouldn't kiss me anyway. Whenever I try to kiss him, he backs out. Maybe he's gay... Hmm, good song material, though. As I was putting on my mascara something caught my eye; My picture of Harry. You see, I have a picture on my wall for every guy I've dated, if we break up, I hang a tissue from the hook underneath the photo. Harry doesn't have one yet. But my wall was almost full of photos and tissues. A knock shook me out of my trance. I got up and slipped my cats on and opened the door. Beautiful, ememerald green eyes met mine. I smiled. He handed me flowers, always a gentleman. They were roses; not my favorite. He knew they were lillies. My smile started to fade, leaving Harry worried. "What? What's the matter Taytay?" Harry asked me, curiously. I shook my head, furious. Roses! Ugh! I smiled and took the roses anyway, even though I wanted to throw them to the floor and demand for him to come back with lillies. Meridith came running to my side, growling at Harry. See? I'm not the only one who thinks this roses situation is horrible. "Nothing, Haz. Nothing." I replied, sighing at him. Harry sighed too. "You know I hate it when you call me Haz, Taylor!" He said, running his hands through his hair. Like I care, I just want to get this relationship over with so I can write break-up sngs, curls and green eyes. "Can we just leave already?!?" I screamed, causing to startle Harry. He nodded slowly as I kicked Meridith back in the house, winking at her. She knew the plan, because she was smart, like me. I locked the door and turned around to face my boyfriend. He plastered on a smile that I could tell was fake. I walked over to him and forcefully linked my arm into his. The papperazzi have to think something in this relationship is this real. Harry seemed quite scared by my rude actions but I refuse to say sorry. I'm stubborn like that. I smirked and dragged Haz to his car. I guess he seemed pretty happy to get out of my hard grasp. Harry has a really messy car. But the funny thing; a box of XL Trojan condoms in the back seat. Louis secretly put them in there for "special" reasons. If things go my way, we'll be using those tonight. My stubborn shell popped; "Sorry. I'm sorry, Harry. I've been in a very bad mood recently." I smiled for extra effect. I've doing a lot of things for effect lately. I grabbed his chin gently. "Look me in the eyes babe. I love you. You know that, right?" I asked him. He took quite a few moments to respond. "Y-Ye,. I do, Taylor." I smirked at him. "Then kiss me, love." I said, I've been wanting to kiss him for quite some time now, and this time, he won't back out. Not on my watch. Harry leaned in and cupped my chin. He was just a couple millimetres away, now. I went for it; I smashed my lips into his, our lips moving in synch. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, then he started to fight for dominence. Also not on my watch. But of course, I let him win. Harry slowly laid me down on the leather seat of his car. I knew where this was going. I removed my lips from his and passionately placed them on his sweet spot. He was trying to unzip the back of my dress. He failed, I sighed and arched my back. Purposely rubbing my crotch on his. He moaned, I smirked against his neck. I wasn't entirely satified. Not yet. He still couldn't unzip my Doché & Gabanna red velveteen. I sighed again. As I zipped it down for him, my arch still held. I moved a little bit as I unzipped it. Haha! Who's the tease now, Harry? Maybe this relationship was more than just publicity... "Aye, that's not fair. You still have all your clothes on!" I said as I pulled my mouth away. He nodded and let me pull off his shirt. I placed my mouth against his chest. Placing sloppy, wet kisses against his abs. Harry pulled down my dress and moaned. Along with a name that first came to mind, I think. He said a name. He said a name, but it wan't mine. He called me Louis...
