A/N: Play the song :) Sets the mood :P
While "You Found Me" by The Fray blared through Harry's head phones, he thought about how lucky he had been to find Taylor. Many guys had been lucky before and Harry wondered why they were not kept. Their loss though. He cleared his throat and took a sip of his beer. He tried to keep his drinking scarce when he was around Taylor but stress was over coming him--more hate had risen on the web this afternoon and he felt like his eyes were about to flood with tears. Meanwhile, Taylor was oblivious to the hate. She was browsing an antique shop to find something for her mother for Christmas. She had ordered Harry to stay out since he always asked too many questions like "What the hell is this thing? Where would you put this? This is weird. Antique shops smell". Chuckling, he raised his head, and saw Taylor coming out with her Gucci bag on one arm, and a brown bag on the other.
"Well, that was lovely." she smiled.
"What did you buy?"
"You'll laugh."
"I swear I won't." he chuckled.
Smiling, she slipped out a crystal bird.
"I'm trying my hardest...." Harry snickered.
"Don't! Mom loves birds! She collects them."
"You gonna break up with him because he laughed?" a couple teenage girls laughed from across the street.
Blushing, Taylor slowly slipped the bird back into the bag. Harry was glaring at the girls. "Forget it, Harry." she whispered.
"No." Harry raised his voice.
"Stop! You'll cause a scene! Clearly they're 'Harry girls'." she softly laughed then took his hand.
"Ewwww!" the girls wailed then stormed off.
Just ran into some rude fans! Where are my true fans who support the person I love? xx Harry tweeted while having lunch with Taylor. She was poking at her salad, "I guess I am pretty pathetic when it comes to guys."
"No, you're not." Harry sighed, "They're just....bitches."
"Right." Taylor took a sip of her wine then checked her cell phone messages. However, Harry slipped it from her hand, "I don't want you to see the hate today. I have something special planned for you."
"What? You do?"
"Mhmm."
"Well, what is it? Does it involve cats?"
She was serious.
"Ha, no! But you'll love it. I promise." he smiled.
"Oooo. I am very excited." Taylor giggled then started to eat again, "Can I have a hint?"
"Nope." Harry leaned over and kissed her....and felt a camera flash while in the process.
But who cares?
Harry does.
People will hate on his love.
His heart was breaking for her.
No one hated on Eleanor, Danielle, or Perrie....the fans shipped the boys with them but they hate Harry's better half for some reason? Why is that?
However, Harry continued to eat so he would not spoil Taylor's good mood. He wanted her to be happy and enjoy Paris. Of course, she had the money to go whenever she liked, but he really wanted to treat her to it. When the tour started, it would mean he would have no time for her.
"Harry! Can we have a picture?" eager fans requested. Harry put his fork down and wiped his mouth, "Sure with all of us?"
"Um....just you. Can she take the picture?" one whispered. Harry frowned and looked at Taylor. However, she stood up, smiled, and surprisingly replied, "Sure, sweetie! Get together!"
"Wha...." Harry slowly stood to his feet. The girls crowded around him and hugged him. He forced himself to smile then quickly sat back down. "Great photo! You girls have a nice day!" Taylor waved then lowered herself back to her seat.
"Bitches." Harry hissed.
"What was that?" Taylor laughed.
"Nothing." Harry shrugged then started stuffing his mouth full of food before he said something he would regret.
After having lunch, Taylor and Harry strolled around Paris together, enjoying the sites and smells of the city. Taylor smiled at Harry and locked her fingers into his, "Harry, you have your fans and I havea mine." she spoke. He looked up at her, "Hmm?"
"Back at the cafe, you were upset," she shrugged it off, "it's fine. I understand that some people like you and some like me. That's just the way it is."
"They have to understand that I love you though."
"They're young girls. It takes time. I was the same with Tim McGraw and Faith Hill."
Chuckling, Harry took her other hand into his and smiled, "You're so great. You know that?"
"I suppose." she grinned.
"Sometimes....I just want to....never mind." he laughed then blushed.
"You want to what?" she pressed, "Tell me."
"It's silly."
She raised her brow, "How silly?"
He twisted his mouth up and shook his head, "Sometimes I think you're the one for me."
Taylor's eyes lit up, "Wha....what?"
"Did I say that aloud?" Harry laughed loudly, "Oh my God....you're gonna break up with me."
Taylor just smiled, "No. I'm not."
He gazed into her eyes and smiled, "No?"
"No." she kissed him then felt a flash of a camera but she ignored that. She ignored them a lot better than Harry did.
The Eiffel Tower was so beautiful and breath taking. Taylor and Harry were at the top of it, clinging to each other. Taylor peered over and Harry protectively wrapped his arms around her as if she would fall. He kissed her cheek and held her close.
"Oooooo I see people!" she exclaimed. He laughed and kissed her shoulder, "You're so silly."
She giggled, "Sorry."
"No....I like it." he warmly smiled and nodded his head, "I like it a lot. I always wanted someone who wasn't serious all the time."
"Me too." she agreed, placing her hand upon his.
"Your phone is vibrating." Taylor snickered.
"Oh, erhm, sorry I thought that was me."
"Harry!" Taylor laughed then strolled around to the other end. Harry quickly pulled his phone out and stared at the text message from Liam:
YOU HAVE TO BREAK UP WITH TAYLOR ASAP
