Chapter Seven

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Taylor Swift's POV

I was going to do it today.

No, not today.

Actually, I was.

Yeah, I had to, I can't leave it for another day.

I wore sweatpants with a t-shirt,denim jacket with a pocket inside and sunglasses.

Plain, I know.

I had it all planned out, go to his uni, wait for him, pretend my car had broken down in an area where it was only the two of us, then kidnap him.

So, I drove off,already knowing where my destination was without a map, speeding through the grey streets of London.

I arrived at the uni, tapping my fingers on the wheel and frowning.

His car wasn't there.

Huh?

I checked my phone; today was definitely a Wednesday, so why wasn't he in?

Then again, I can't say anything, I'm also meant to be in uni but here I am in England.

However, there were still many students exiting the building, so I went and searched for a few certain people.

I knew a bit about Harry's friends, like Niall, Zayn, Liam and Louis, and even Cara now, so I walked around, trying not to look suspicious.

That's when I saw one of them, Niall, alone.

"Hey! Niall! Wait up!"

He turned around,confused, and I grabbed his arm and pulled him to somewhere a bit more private.

"Hey! What the hell!"

I gave him a look and he instantly shut up.

I placed my arm on his neck, keeping him in place.

"You know Harry Styles, right?"

"So what if I do?"

"I'm asking the questions here. Now, where is he?"

"I'm not telling you,"

"Niall, I'm warning you, where is he?"

"Who even are you?"

"Last chance, where is Styles!"

"And what are you going to do?" He scoffed.

That's when I pulled out my gun.

His face paled.

"I'd like to see you try shoot me," He smirked, trying to look brave.

I pitied him.

I raised an eyebrow at him and put the gun to his head.

Then clicked safety off.

"He said he wasn't coming uni today I don't know where he is I'm sorry I insulted you please let me go!"

It was impressive how he said all that in one breath.

I dug the gun deep into his stomach, making him cry out in pain, then I left him and stormed off, getting into my car.

I huffed, driving away and feeling annoyed as fuck.

Why is it the day I come for him he has to be gone?

Wait.

"Jackpot!" I murmured, spotting a tall,
curly-headed boy walking yards ahead, hands in pockets.

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