Taken // One Direction [Completed]

Chapter Seven: Open You're Eyes

Tay.

I don't even know anymore. About me and Harry. We're not allowed date, we're not dating, but it's like we are. He always tell me he loves me, I don't remember the last time we didn't sleep in the same bed together, the last time we 'hooked up' was the beach, but Harry is trying to tease me, I know it.

Simon called the boys in to talk, so they're taking me too.

I was wearing a tank top, Niall's snapback and denim shorts with Converse, same as usual.

We were walking, well Harry was carrying me on his shoulders, holding my feet. He kept rubbing his hand up and down my thigh, I had to bite my lip to stop me from making any noise.

I thought Harry would put me down once we got the, but instead I was sat on his lap. When Simon came in, Zayn pulled me off Harry and sat me on the other side of the couch, knowing Simon would kill us.

Then none other than Taylor-fucking-Swift came in behind him. I nearly jumped onto her but Zayn and Liam put a hand on either of my shoulders. My fists clenched and un-clenched. She was smirking at me. Niall really didn't look happy either, he pulled me onto his lap. Niall was probably like my best friend at this point.

"What is she doing here?" Louis asked.

"She and Harry are getting back together!" Simon smiled, clapping his hands.

This time I did get out of my seat I was stomping towards her when somebody grabbed me from behind and threw me over their shoulder. They carried me into the recording room and threw me on the couch; it was Niall.

"Is Simon really that fucking stupid?! The bitch nearly killed me!" I screamed, grabbing my hair and pulling at it.

Niall sat next to me and put his arm around my shoulder, I was on the verge of tears. I lay my head in his chest.

"I know you really like Harry." His accent was adorable and calming.

"I love Harry." I really can't believe I was saying this to Niall.

He picked up his guitar, and handed it to me.

"Play that song you wrote, that Red song." 

I smiled. "Okay."

"Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street
Faster than the wind
Passionate as sin, ended so suddenly
Loving him is like trying to change your mind

Once you're already flying through the free fall
Like the colors in autumn
So bright just before they lose it all
Losing him was blue like I'd never known

Missing him was dark grey all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met
But loving him was red
Loving him was red
Touching him is like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you
Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song
Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer
Regretting him was like wishing you never found out love could be that strong
Losing him was blue like I'd never known
Missing him was dark grey all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met
But loving him was red
Oh red burning red
Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes
Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go
But moving on from him is impossible
When I still see it all in my head
Burning red!
Oh, losing him was blue like I'd never known
Missing him was dark grey all alone
Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met
'Cause loving him was red
We're burning red
Cause love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street."