Ruthless Game (Haylor)

Chapter 1

"She'll never gonna love you like you want to" I softly pleaded, unable to recognize my weak voice.

My body hits the floor before I could process everything. I hugged my knees, producing teardrops as I cried out of the tormenting feeling.

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I walked to the door only to be greeted by the warm, shining sun. The wind blew my hair as it falls through my shoulders with untangled strands. The street was getting busy the moment I went out. There is a fiber of every uncertainty, chaining me along with my screwed emotions. I shuffled through my phone and listen to my favorite classical music. My grandmother was a singer and she left a remark of her legacy deep within me. She had influence me to the silliest bit but I've grown to like it. I'm completely aware of criticism and judgemental people in terms of music taste but none of that really matters. As for me, I've took notice that I'm officially losing myself..

A pair of rugged boot meet my gaze while making my way to the crowded part yet accustomed large house.

"Hey" a familiar voice echoes through my mind. I froze for a minute trying to decipher everything; collecting my thoughts into the electrifying scenario.

"I thought you wouldn't come" I looked up staring so deep into his emerald green orbs. Grasping the little string to keep me from daydreaming on his perfect, alluring body.

I fake a smile. I swear my entire face is turning crimson at the moment. I should've fight the urge to hide this exploding desire of mine.

"-um, you're my best friend for God's sake Harry!" I mocked at him. Questioning my sudden courage to speak up. What the hell is wrong with me?

He laughed at my words. I swear he looks so adorable as he close his eyes with such endearing movement. I love how his slicked curly hair sits perfectly on top of his head. His plump lips and the way they move makes me go crazy. The way his eyes sparkle if he's happy and his long arms that shield me from any danger is driving me mad. His inked body which I absolutely adore. It amazed me how his tattoos look so elegant on him. I never thought that it would suit him but I was wrong, it makes him became more attractive. Behind those indelible mark lies their captivating meaning. He once said that he will get a tattoo of me but I object. Deep inside I was screaming to make him notice me but he never did pay so much attention so I end up like an idiot wanting him more and more everyday.

"Taylor?" he called out my enthrallment.

"um, yeah?" I spoke, heavy breathes escape through my mouth.

"You okay?" Husky voice spoke with his lovely accent.

"y-yeah, I'm good" great, I stutter. I was so embarrass of my previous actions. I hope he didn't took observations on my stupidity but yet again I was craving the opposite.

"I thought you we're up to something, anyways I've been thinking that maybe I would throw a party tomorrow" he spoke briefly.

"Sure, why not. I mean you're Harry Styles it would be very interesting" I choke out of my words. He is really popular especially in school but somehow I get used to it. I would ignore him all the time in class and spend my weekends together with my friends or with him alone. It isn't fun to see him get mobbed by screaming girls and flirt with him throughout the whole semester. I just watched all it happen thanking God that we survived college. We both get a degree that allows us to focus on each of our careers and hope for our illustrious fate.

"I mean, a huge one and get to invite the new hot chick" he winks at me. My breathing grow rapid as I catch it to finally focus on him. What? A new girl?

"whoah there big guy" I said out of nowhere

"What? I mean she is drop dead gorgeous and very different" I don't know why my eyes became glossy. Any minute by now I could burst in front of him. I thought this crap was over. I get stabbed by thousand needles and the stinging pain in my chest erupt.

"I really wanted to have a relationship at this moment and I think she is the right girl to be with. Don't you think?" I couldn't believe what I just heard. I hope those words we're just a part of my nightmares turned out reality hits me like a lightning strike.

"y-you know, someone out there is praying for you to make a move" I blurted in a whisper tone.

"What?" his eyebrows knot together with a confuse look.

"Nothing" I hope you heard me right.

Authors note:
I really suck. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors and whatnot. I got bored and then I created this shits. Thank you for reading! it's my first story :) Really appreciate it, feel free to comment positive/negative. This story is freaking lame. If you wanted me to continue please vote or let me know. Ha fuck this. I really don't know what I'm doing so if I'm doing it wrong then do whatever you want. Just a friendly reminder that it's a Haylor fanfiction! If you don't ship them you might wanna have to take a step back. Sorry! :D
Thank you again I love you all! x
@LouKeyxP