Haylor One-Shots

Foundations

Tires screech as car upon car pull up outside the after party being held in honour of the BRIT Awards 2015. Things were going well inside too, lights flickering, lasers pointing and dancing out shapes on the walls as celebrities danced but if you looked hard enough you would find a certain American singer, living it up and busting out a move to Kendrick Lamar's 'Backseat Freestyle' like no one was watching. Unfortunately this particular blonde had caught the attention of one Calvin Harris.

Taylor's P.O.V

Arriving at the after party and seeing everything in full swing I smiled. This was my type of party. As long as there was a dance floor and music I was sold. Everything tabloids printed about me being an embarrassing dancer was true. I had been dancing away with Ellie, Ed and Sam for nearly an hour when my throat was finally dry from the singing and laughing. I had won my first BRIT Award and I was enjoying myself. Wandering towards the bar I asked for a water, the barkeep nodded and went to get one but before he could place it in-front of me a voice said, "Here have mine," I smiled at the barkeep and turned towards the voice. It was a rugged voice and I saw the face that went with it, "Hey there, I'm Calvin Harris." He states winking at me and I feel uneasy but I'm polite none the less. "Actually I have my own thanks." I state picking it up off the bar, thankful that the barkeep had left it there but before I can walk away he places a hand on me and I'm fighting to stay cool. "How about a number then?" I toss his hand off me and walk away but turn back and state. "Oh and about that number, never!" and storm back to the dance floor but I wasn't really in the mood. Then out of the corner of my eye I spot blonde hair done up fancy and I know its Niall.

Rushing towards him until Calvin stands in my way, "Listen Miss Swift, that was rude before and I demand a number." I look him dead in the eye and speak loud enough that Niall hears me. "Look, I don't give out numbers often, and even less often to those who stalk me for it." He looks at me with venom in his eyes and tries to touch me. "Oi, get your filthy Scottish hands off her." I turn and sigh with relief. Niall opens his arms and I walk towards them. "What's it to you boyband?" I glance at Niall and he looks at Calvin and states. "Picking on her will make you less popular than you already are. I suggest you leave." Calvin scoffs as Niall pulls me away. "What was that Tay? Imagine what would happen if..." I interrupt him because I know where he is heading with this. "I know Niall, please..." I look at him and pout a little. He sighs and raises his hands and I've won. "If he asks I'm not lying Taylor." I look at him and nod. I know he wouldn't, and I'd never as him to. He's an amazing friend and protector but then again that's what Harry relies on them for.

Harry and I have been together in secret for nearly a year. We started to date in June of 2014 and the only people who know are our parents, band members, management and trustful friends. Magazines don't have any idea because we have never addressed our break-up publically. 1989 does house a few 'Harry inspired' songs but they were written and recorded before we started dating again. Things have been going so well for us and I think it's better that no-one knows. None of our fans have any idea and the Directioners would flip their switches if they found out or suspected so we avoid after parties together, most award shows we are seated apart and we don't walk the red carpet within the same hour. Generally Harry does them first then me, because nine times out of ten we have been together getting ready and he leaves before me. Our lives are busy, we are on tour a lot of this year but will try to get in a little bit of secret time. Our skype calls are always fun and our dirty text messages send people into fits of laughter imagining what the world would do if they found out that America's Pop Princess sends dirty text messages to a boyband member.

Usually when Harry and I attend different parties or I do and he doesn't he sends the rest of the One Direction boys to keep me safe, they don't mind doing it and tonight is no different. I know that they are all here and I'm having a good time but looking at Ed hugging Athena and Ellie with Dougie I just want Harry to be here, hugging me and having secret make-out sessions in a dark corner. I sigh and look at my phone and see it's only 1.02am but decide to call it a night anyway. The secrecy gets to me sometimes but we have to build our foundation before we broadcast to the world so it doesn't go down in flames again. But as I'm leaving the party a smile brushes across my face even in the rough London weather because I'm going to see Harry and we will watch movies and tell dumb stories all night and we will build our foundation so we don't crack.

Harry's P.O.V

I glance at the clock on the nightstand in my bedroom but it's only 1.15am. I sigh and settle back. I'm hoping that she comes home early but I know that the parties are important for your image but all I do is wish that I could be her left-hand man. Make her feel comfortable, retrieve drinks and dance all night but we were a long way off that type of public outing but I wanted to find something to cement us. I knew better than anyone that a good foundation is the key to our relationship and we were building that I knew more about Taylor now than I did the last time, like how she wants to name her first born daughter Eloise Harper and her first born son Ethan Jack. I loved that I knew these facts about her and they were facts that no one else knew. They made me love her more and we shared our dreams after music was done and where we wanted to be in three years and amazingly we both said married with a family, I don't know if she realised that I meant with her but I was excited that it was what we both wanted. I knew that One Direction's days were coming to an end especially with Zayn spending a lot of time in London and travelling to be home. He's always hated the road life.

Knocking on the door woke me from my light dream like state and as I opened the door my princess fell inside. Her long dragon dress behind her, I laughed as she said nothing except fell into my arms as we hugged, eventually we broke apart and I kissed her forehead then her cheeks and finally her lips. They were cold from the rainy weather so I pulled her close and led her off to our bedroom. It felt nice to think of it as ours. "Baby, do you want to shower?" she shook her head so I simply unzipped her dress and helped her out of it and into a pair of pyjama's she had here with me. It was strange to think that half of my wardrobe and draws is all her clothing and it works the same at her apartment in New York. We share bedrooms wherever we are, but my favourite one is always the bedroom where I'm holding her in my arms. Our foundation is only getting stronger every day and at the moment a secret relationship is what is completing that foundation. Slowly we will reveal information but for right now our house is steady because our foundation is strong and as I snuggle behind her, being the big spoon I glance at her sleeping form. No other man in the world will ever see this view again. It's all mine and for that I feel grateful and happy.