Harrys pov.
I turned off this Hollywood trash. I had a shoot for seventeen magazine with an anonymous celebrity. Well this will be fun. I though seventeen magazine was for girls anyway. Oh well.
I pulled in and saw a familiar car, Faiths. Then it hit me. This month issue was about perfect matches. They chose a boy and a girl for the cover. Obviously Faith was the girl. I could handle this. She hated me and I couldn't do anything about it. I chose Taylor over her. If it wasn't for management I wouldn't even have dated Taylor. She is ugh...
I walked up to the third floor and sure enough Faith was right there literally. Her and some guy were taking photos and laughing. They hugged and she hopped on his back and they ran around.
I didn't know what was going on but I knew Faith wasn't on the cover anymore. I walked into my dressing room where my stylist and makeup artists were waiting.
When they completed me they told me who I was doing the shoot with, Taylor Swift. I freaked. I refused to do it with her. She ruined the best relationship I ever had. They said to keep calm but that obviously want going to happen. I hated Taylor.
I came out of my dressing room and Taylor and Faith were at it again.
" Just because you are called elegant doesn't mean you really are. You are a whore and a slut. How many boyfriends have you had this year already? 14 wow thats a new low." Faith yelled out.
Taylor had no comeback. She was offended. She stormed out and I walked into the managers office.
" Listen I am not doing this shoot with Taylor so we can either switch people or I leave." i said.
"Listen Taylor paid a lot of money to do this shoot with you so your going to do it."the guy replied back.
" I dont have a contract and you cant make me do anything!" And with that he hit me. Square in the chin. I hit my head and went i to a daze. Then footsteps started pounding and Faith burst into the room along with Taylor and my stylists. Then I blacked out.
