Harry's POV
It was nearing tea time when Taylor came home.
"Hi love!" I greeted her, embracing her tightly, pressing a kiss on her forehead.
"Oh my god, Harry! I got the perfect idea on how to finish my new song," Taylor started, as she started walking towards the 'Music Room', "Jack and Aaron approved of it. While I think it's perfect, I don't know how the public response will be. I mean, I think they will like it. But then, you never know with the general people, they can just be so, what's the word, (finicky?) about it. I love them and all, but sometime I just can't gauge what they really want from me. Like a punk rock album?"
"Tay, love, you're rambling," stated Harry.
"Oh yeah, sorry! I am just so excited about this song!" Taylor exclaimed exuberantly. She walked into the music room, rummaging through the drawer where she usually kept her drafts.
"Harry, where is that draft gone?" she asked, panic creeping into her eyes as she started hyperventilating.
"Please, this is not funny, Harry, give it back!" She exclaimed
"I don't have it," Harry replied, trying to control his laughter.
Taylor stared at him for a second, a look of hesitation crossing her face. She then walked towards the kitchen, rummaging through all the drawers. She would slam the drawers shut, in her rage. It was not very often that Taylor lost her temper but she was genuinely so excited for this song.
Finally, she gave up and let out an exasperated sigh. She let out a sob as tears pooled her eyes.
"Tay, are you crying?" asked Harry, affectionately. He had no idea that the song meant that much to Taylor.
"No, no - I'm not crying. I just loved that song so much and it was about you. I was positive that you would love it. But now it's missing and it's all my fault. I'm such a failure," Taylor yelled before collapsing on the sofa.
"Tay, where is all this coming from? This is not even about the song, is it? Please don't tell me you are reading those nasty comments about you again. You know those people don't know you. You cannot please them, they will always find a way to hate you. But their opinion should not matter, because you are your own person. You deserve everything in the world, and don't you dare think otherwise!" said Harry, gently hugging Taylor and whispering into her ear.
She pulled back and stared into his gorgeous green eyes.
"You are right, their opinion should not matter to me," she said as he caressed her cheekbones.
Harry stood up and walked over to the place where he had kept the draft for the song and handed it over to Taylor. Taylor just stared at him.
"You had it all this time?" she yelled.
"Well, yeah. I wanted to pull a prank on you," he said, grinning sheepishly.
Taylor just stared at him, not replying. Irritation evident on her face.
"Tay - please don't be mad. Sorry, I just wanted to have fun with you, I apologize. I'll never do that - wait, why are you laughing?" Harry said but was cut-off by Taylor laughing wholeheartedly.
"Oh Harry, I just wanted to hear you apologize, you know I can never be angry with you!" Taylor said, as she attacked Harry with loads of kisses and hugs. They cuddled for the entire night, enjoying each other's warmth.
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Sorry for the late update - I was traveling. I know that isn't reason enough but there are many chapters coming your way. This was just supposed to be a filler chapter and thus it was written in such a rushed manner. I just touched on a few subtopics here. I hoped you'll like the haylor content in this chapter. Expect the plot to thicken soon!
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