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

9 :: "I HATE TAYLOR!"

I stare at the wide eyes of some of the newscasters. I felt Harry shake my hand, and I look at him.

“Go, now. I’ll take care of this.”

“Tomorrow?” I asked. “We’ll just continue tomorrow?”

I saw him hesitate, then nod. I pursed my lips and ran away from the crowd. I felt the feeling of freedom and fresh air once I got outside the tight crowd. I ran to the safest place possible, where no one can see me, then I called George to drive me back home.

It felt good to be back inside my house. This is the only safest place I can think of whenever something happens. My mother understood my sad expression and didn’t ask anything once I got inside. She just said, “Welcome back,” and I just nodded in reply. I didn’t exactly eat dinner that day. I just took the junk food I found inside my room and ate that.

Today is another day. Yesterday was the past, and the revelation has finally been said. How comical.

I turned on the television and checked the time. Nine-thirty. I changed the channel, and was surprised by a headline with my name on it. And guess what? Harry Styles is in it, too. The headline said,

HARRY STYLES AND TAYLOR SWIFT… OFFICIAL!!

I listened to the gossip. Eventually, some news people did record the whole revelation about the both of us. And now it’s on national television. I didn’t feel a thing, not even embarrassment, or sadness, or even happiness. The news reporter told the whole explanation and description on how they found us walking outside the building, and how Harry Styles finally made it official, finally covering those theories and gossips if the “Haylor” thing is actually true. And, why we went out of the building, and what the building was for. Eventually, they tracked the truth: That I was with the One Direction band to see their rehearsals for their new up-coming concert.

Patrick is going to kill me.

I went to my laptop and went online, checking my website, Taylor Connect. I search for the forums, and saw my fans making threads about how they hate Harry Styles and stuff. But some posts said that I should stop dating boys and just stick to one, because too many boyfriends are just a handful. Wow, great fans I have here.

I sighed and closed my laptop without turning it off. I heard my phone ring, and the caller I.D. said that it was Robert.

“Hey,” I sighed through the phone.

“‘Hey?!’” Robert exclaimed. “That is what you’re telling me after a national television news channel proclaimed that “Haylor” is finally official?! Seriously, Taylor. You have got to think about your fans.”

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled.

I heard Robert sigh in a stressful manner. “Taylor, we have got to figure something out. Swifties and Directioners are fighting! This isn’t just a normal ‘Taylor-dates-another-boy’ news, Tay. This is serious. You. Are. Dating. Harry. Styles. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” I said, “but I couldn’t help it!”

“Yes, Taylor. You couldn’t help it again.” I heard him groan in frustration. “Taylor, if you break up with this guy again, you’ll be the death of me, I swear you will. You are jeopardizing your career, for crying out loud! You have got to think about things other than your relationships, you know!”

“Yes, yes!” I exclaimed. “I’m sorry! I’m going to figure something out, I promise!”

“You better.” And I heard Robert end the call. I took the nearest pillow and covered it on my face, then groaned loudly.