Taken // One Direction [Completed]

Chapter Six: Nowhere

Tay.

It was late and I was tired. The boys kept reminding me about how naughty me and Harry are. They didn't mind 'us' anymore, I guess. But I think that they think we had sex, but I won't bother telling them now, we didn't really have it.

Harry carried me to bed. He lay down next to me in bed and kissed my head lightly. He began to sing lightly.

When he finished, I smiled. I slowly drifted off.

I woke up the next morning with Harry's hand wrapped around me. I could hear giggling from around my room.

Niall stood there at the end of my bed taking a picture of us. The boys were all at the door, giggling away.

"Thats going on Twitter," he laughed, his think Irish accent showing. It's cute that Niall says Twittah instead of Twitter.

He pressed a few buttons and put his phone away. I got my phone off the table and went on Twitter. Niall had tweeted it

"@NiallOfficial: @Harry_Styles Tay_x u guys need t stop sleeping in tays bed lol , but ur cute tgether;)

I glared at Niall who laughed and ran downstairs, the other boys did the same. I don't think that leprechaun realized what he just did. I'm small and look about eleven and he tweeted a picture of us sleeping together, and Harry is shirtless.

People were already talking about it.

"@Miss1D: aww adorable, but how old is she?"

Some were nice and I tweeted that I'm sixteen. I realized instantly that I shouldn't have done that.

"@iHarryLoveChild: who gave slut face over there permission to sleep with my bby"

There was a ton of hate, but I won't tell Niall or Harry, of course. I tweeted back.

"@Tay_x: fans: the reason i slept with "ur harry" is bc i couldnt sleep and harry sings to me!! we just fell asleep there, chill"

Then, I got up to have a shower.

Harry.

I heard her getting into the shower. I could see her washing herself. I smiled to myself and got out of bed. I walked over to the bathroom, peeking in. She was washing her hair. I sneaked up behind her and got in the shower. I slept in only my boxers last night so that was good.   

I wrapped my arm around her and picked her up. She gave a little laugh when I put her down before turning around and hugging me. I don't think she cared that she was naked, I've seen her naked before.  

"You're wet," she giggled.

"I know, so are you," I laughed too.  

I began washing her hair for her and she smiled. She squeezed some shampoo onto her hands and turned around. She got on her toes and began washing my hair. I laughed at how she didn't care that I saw her naked and we were both completely chill about it. She washed all  the shampoo out of my hair and turned off the shower. We both climbed out and she wrapped a towel around herself.  

"What about me?" I asked.

"Sorry. There's only one," she said in a sassy tone, sending me a wink. I stood there, dripping wet, as she got changed into some sweats and my old and raggy 'HIPSTA PLEASE' tee, and a pair of slippers; she then threw me the towel.

I turned around and took off my boxers and put the towel around my waist. I came out and sat on the bed next to her.

She smiled at me and I kissed her cheek. Remembering what Simon had said to me, I knew I had to tell her.

"Tay... I love you, you know I do. But I talked to Simon, and be can't be together, not now."

She looked as if she was about to cry. I wrapped my arm around her and she put her head on my shoulder. "But, I promise, I'll work this out. It'll be okay soon." I kissed her cheek and left to get dressed.  

Tay.

I lay on my bed and cried silently. I want to be with Harry, really badly. I need him and love him. And I wasn't going to sit around and wait until I can be with him. 

I got myself out of bed and dragged myself to my wardrobe. I put on some skinny jeans and Converse, fixed my hair and jogged down the stairs. "I'm going out, be back later," I yelled to the boys. I went outside before waiting for an answer.  

I began walking, trying to remember which way I was even going. After passing a few landmarks, I knew the way.

When I got there, I was relieved to see Simon was already stood at the front desk, talking with the lady that answered phones. I walked straight up to him, nerves bubbling in my stomach. 

"Simon?"

At the sound of my voice, he turned right around, flashing me a smile. "Ah, Tay. What can I do for ya?"

"I was wondering if we could talk?"

"Sure, of course, follow me." He waved goodbye to the lady behind the desk and lead me down a long hallway filled with doors with different names on them. We  got to a door that read COWELL in big, black letters and he pushed the door open. Inside was  a large office-like room with a desk and chairs and everything. Simon held the door open for me and I strutted in, taking in the surroundings of the room. 

He shut the door after him and made his way to the rounded desk, sitting in the black, leather chair and crossing his legs. I took a seat in front of the desk and waited for him to speak up.

"What is it?"

"It's about Harry and I."

Simon sighed. He rubbed one hand over his face and with the other, leaned onto the desk. "Look, you're too young. The fans won't like it, the public won't like it. It's bad publicity, love."

"We can make them like it. I love Harry and he loves me."

"Look." Simon stopped mid-sentence and looked up at me. There was tears in my eyes and I could tell he pitied me. For a moment, I thought he'd give in, but my thoughts were broken again when he finally spoke up, looking me right in the eye when he spoke. "I'm sorry, it won't work."

"You know," I said, my voice low. I licked my lips and leaned over the table, clasping my hands together and leaning them on my cheek, "we're just going to keep hooking up, more happens every time," I said, smirking, feeling very cheeky. "And fans and paparazzi seem to find us every single time. We always get caught. Is that good publicity, Mr. Cowell?" I leaned over the table further. "Harry Styles hooks up with sixteen-year-old flatmate once again?"

"I know what you two did and I'm not happy." Simon stood from his chair and rounded the desk before sitting on it right in front of me. "Tay, I'm not going to sit here and have a child try and mock and force me into letting her be in a relationship with my client. You are a child and Harry works for me. I control him. I said no, and that's the best you're going to get out of me."

I stared at Simon for a couple seconds and he stared back before shooting me a very confident smirk. With that, I got up and left.

After my conference with Simon, I was starved and wanted to relax. I knew there was a Starbucks nearby, so I rounded the corner and went inside. 

Once there, I ordered a coffee and a scone and took a seat.

I was there for a very long time. It was dark when I was leaving. I checked the time on my phone; 10:43.

"Shit." I payed for my stuff and left.  

I got a bit lost considering it was dark and I couldn't see very well.  I was walking for a lot longer then I had realized. 

I got home and walked in. The boys smiled at me as I walked over to them. "Where were you?" Liam asked.

"Nowhere," I mumbled.