Code RED. {HAYLOR FAN-FIC; Unedited -- Beware!}

5 :: PAPARAZZI

A/N: I’m SO sorry. I guess I got confused while posting the real fifth chapter so I skipped one chapter.-.-“ Anyway, here’s the REAL fifth chapter. Sorry for the late post.-.-“ I only realized it a few days ago.-.-“

SO: Maple Lattes is actually Chapter 4. Haylor is actually Chapter 6, The Ship Tattoo is actually Chapter 7, and the next chapter (The Truth!) is actually Chapter 8. This is the REAL chapter 5. I’ll fix the numberings as SOON as I can! :)

From,

The_Dreamer13

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I think I’m in love with Harry Styles.

Crazy, yeah, but after he said that… He was pretty courageous.

“You’re kidding, right?” I asked, making a nervous laugh, “You’re actually kidding? I mean, if the fans know about this—”

“I don’t care about the fans.” He cut me off. “Only you.”

I stared blankly right at him. Harry Styles confessed, and now he’s acting all high-and-mighty to me?! I didn’t know this part of him really exists!

I looked around the café, and realized that almost everyone stared right at us, except for those older people who don’t care about famous singers in showbiz. But everyone else looked (literally) straight at us. I don’t know if it was because we were here in a public café without any bodyguards and disguises and stuff, or because they heard the big confession festival just a few minutes ago. I hope the former is the truth rather than the latter.

But the next thing I knew, people started going in and crowding the table around us.

“Taylor Swift! I wonder why you and Harry Styles are together inside this public café?” One of the reporters asked.

“Harry Styles! Are you and Taylor Swift together?” Another one asked.

“Is this another boyfriend for Taylor Swift?!” These questions are getting more private than ever, until Harry started to stand up and get my wrist, then drag me running outside the café.

“Harry Styles!” One of the reporters shouted. But he didn’t even dare to turn around. He dragged me towards a car. His car.

“Dan, drive us to anywhere away from those people.” Harry said. The driver in front of us understood. Harry looked at me. We were both at the back seat.

“You have your own, driver, right?” He asked. I nodded. “Then how about telling him that he won’t be driving you home for today? It’s too dangerous to let you go back to your house right now, considering that the paparazzi might follow you to your house. Let’s stray them for a minute.” I stared at the man beside me.

“You act like you’ve experienced this for more than a year now.” I commented.

“Really?” He replied. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” I answered, “just a weird and new thing for me.”

“So, where do you want to go? Madison Square…? The park…? Where?”

I thought about it for a minute, then concluded, “The park. I really love riding the swings there.”

Harry laughed, “I like swinging on swings, too.” Then we both laughed. I leaned my right shoulder towards the window and looked at the view. Harry told me that the windows are tinted black and no one can see us from the outside, so it’s safe. I guess, since Harry’s a part of a famous boy band, he’s experienced more than a normal new boy band can experience. I mean, Once Direction became famous for, like, after a few weeks? Maybe even a few days.

Once I saw the park in view from my window, I was getting really impatient. I looked if there were people who can see us, but there was no one, surprisingly. There was always people in this park.

“I wonder why there isn’t even a single person in this park,” I said. “it’s very unusual.”

“I know, me, too.” Harry agreed. But I just opened the door of the car once it stopped and ran to the swings. I let my hair flow on my face, since the wind brushing my skin felt very good and soft.

I heard Harry laugh and his voice getting nearer. The next thing I knew, we were having fun swinging like crazy children. How good it is to feel younger again. I started to remember my high school life, and laughed it away.

I heard feet landing on the ground and saw Harry standing in front of me, the swing beside me-where he was sitting on earlier-swinging without anyone sitting. I stared at him and stopped swinging myself.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I really do need an answer, though.” He said. I sighed. I was having fun and laughing while swinging on the swing, and the next thing I knew the atmosphere became serious again. “I really need it now.” He added.

I sighed. “Right now?” I asked. Harry nodded. I pursed my lips and thought of it for a moment. I remember my heart beating when I was talking to him at the Nick Choice Awards yesterday, and how I blush sometimes when I’m with him. What should I answer? I didn’t know, either. But one thing’s for sure: I’m having second thoughts. And that wasn’t right. If I was sure that I don’t like him, then I could’ve answered him earlier than this. I should have.

So I guess I know the answer already.

“All right,” I concluded, standing. “I do, too.”

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A/N: Again, I am so sorry, guys! I guess I just did not realize my mistake until now.:/ I'm SOOOO Sorry! I'm going to update 2 more chapters. Now I'm going to apologize for two reasons: Because of my wrong update AND my late update.:(

Anyway, I hope you guys loved this chapter, even though it was too late.:/

Hugs,

the_Dreamer13