ink. (haylor)

viii. the storm begins

a/n:

i haven't updated in so long, so i promise to update tomorrow, because i have already planned the next chapter out

thank you all for 1K reads - that's amazeballs!!!!!!!!!!

school starts again next week so idk how often this will be updated :(

i still love the heck out of all my readers

-kay

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[Taylor's POV]

When I woke up the following morning, I knew last night had not been a dream – I could still feel the dull thud in my head from too much champagne. The curtains of this new bedroom had been drawn and the New York sun was rising above the skyline, bathing every skyscraper and building in a golden glow.

Yawning and reaching for my phone – still cracked, but working – and seeing the huge number of emails, texts and twitter notifications that were displayed on the lockscreen, I placed it back down without checking any of them and went into the backwards kitchen to see what kind of food Harry kept in his fridge.

Walking barefoot in the apartment and making my way to the kitchen I realised two things; the first being that I should have worn socks because the polished wood floors were freezing and secondly, that I was indeed alone in the apartment.

I had expected Harry to be gone. For the first two nights I'd spent here, he hadn't been at home when I'd woken up. It was odd, but I shook off any curiosity about where he went early in the mornings, and turned my attention to the two pieces of paper stuck on the door of the fridge.

The first was a note from Harry with his familiar squished, curving handwriting dominating most of the sticky note.

Taylor,

Crisis at work, good morning. Sorting some stuff out, if you can come out and meet me at the office for lunch – that would be great.

Harry x

The next piece of paper I had seen before – it was the Relationship Schedule.

Quickly checking the date of today, it confirmed that Harry and I were meant to be going on a lunch date today at a restaurant in central New York.

I sighed, realising a reminder of how I was going to be lying to the entire world would be taunting me every single time I went to get something out of the fridge, and opened it anyway, grabbing some milk and going to search for a bowl and some cereal, figuring the sooner I become acquainted with this kitchen, the better.

The couches in the huge living room were still so new, it was sort of uncomfortable and I squirmed and reached for the remote to watch some TV while I ate breakfast before I showered and went out for the day.

While I searched for something to watch I made a mental note to speak to Harry about getting some of the furniture from my flat to get moved here.

Swirling the spoon around my bowl of Cheerio's, something on a stupid news channel caught my attention.

"Now, to the Swift Gala Event for Charity, which happened last night," the news anchor with a nasal voice began, "We caught up with Ms Taylor Swift herself, the heir to the family business, who seemed to be all over a certain Harry Styles all night."

"Do I smell love in the air?" another anchor – this one being male – added as he say on a plush white sofa while wearing a loud checkered shirt.

"I think I do, Jason. According to these pictures captured by cameras through out the night, the couple couldn't keep their hands off of each other."