Haylor One-Shots

Is It Too Late?

Harry's P.O.V

"Babe, are you home yet?" Harry calls out as he steps into the hallway of their London home. Closing the door behind him he moves his head to the left and then to the right trying to hear any sound but nothing meets his ears. 'Hmm she must still be out.' He doesn't think much of it before walking towards the kitchen to make a cup of tea. As he sits down on the couch in the lounge and slides his traditional brown boots off he glances around at the pictures on the wall and takes a deep breath. Once his tea is finished he places the cup on the coffee table on the coaster there knowing that his girlfriend would murder him for marking their glass coffee table. Looking up at the roof he begins to wonder how much more he can take. 'Will it get easier?' Then he closes his eyes for a little peace and quiet until the key turning in the lock and the sound of her voice and another female voice fill the quiet house and I groan knowing there has to be someone better out there for me.

Taylor's P.O.V

"No Nellie." The fifteen year old turns around and pouts at her.
"Dad said I could." I take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of my nose.
"Look your dad may have said that but you can't have it. I'm almost done with the grocery shopping." She shoots me a look of disgust before saying.
"You can't tell me what to do Taylor, you're only his girlfriend until he gets sick of you and you know it." My mouth opens and closes like a fish whilst a fifteen year old tells me exactly what she thinks and when she says it I realise that she is right. I know his reputation, he is a player and I don't know if that's what I want in my life. Nellie and I usually get on well but I can tell that her dad upsets her a lot. I try not to interfere but instead take her on shopping trips whenever I can but it's still pretty busy with my fifth album. The only reason we get away with it is that no one knows Nellie is his daughter and no one knows that I'm dating him because I wear a wig. It sounds crazy but I like my life carefree and stable. Loading up the groceries I begin to wonder if I will ever meet my one true love, have I already missed the chance or is this as good as it gets for me? Pulling out of the car park I head home and begin talking to Nellie about her volleyball tournament next week, we talk as we carry the bags of groceries towards the door of our city house where we pause as I turn the key in the lock and step into the house.

The figure of my boyfriend raises off the couch and comes towards me. "Hiya babies how was shopping?" he asks all interested but instead of answering Nellie gets in fast.
"It was fine." Her father stops and looks at her.
"What..." he looks a bit lost as Nellie walks towards the stairs after placing the bags of groceries down. "You heard me it was fine. Not that you care you are usually too busy with your precious band so I called mom and she's coming to get me." I watch his face instantly pale. "No baby you can't leave me. Damn it! Your mom is unstable and you know it." I gasp as he turns to me. "What she is. You know it Taylor." I shake my head as Nellie looks at me.
"No she's not Matt you are. You are insane." I burst out in anger. I've put up with these moods for a long time ever since I was spotted at his concert in December of 2014. Of course back then we were just friends nothing more but we were put together by our management and eventually he pursued me and I grew to like him. But no more I was sick of this. "What do you mean!" he roared at me and I shrank back but Nellie came over. "Don't speak to her like that you piece of trash, no wonder mom left you. You're nothing more than a cocaine addict and your band sucks." I was in a period of wonder, looking at Nellie stand up for me and herself. It was strange to see but rather than stay I led her out the door but before leaving I turned to Matt. "Oh and we are done." I watched as he went to say something but didn't let him.

Harry's P.O.V

I sat up from my position on the couch and then stood just as Kendall walked around the corner of the wall that separated the lounge from the foyer by the door. The house itself was brought back in 2012 when I was dating Taylor Swift. We spend three weeks together here decorating it before fate separated us and didn't bring us back together until December 2013 when I screwed it all up and sent her running. I tried to call for weeks but she ignored me and eventually blocked me. I tried her publicist but she didn't have one, her parents told me that she was devastated but they still answered my calls unless she was there and they put it to voicemail. It was those times I knew she was okay and still alive. I stalked her online for months and then when management set me up with Kendall I tried to fake feelings. She wasn't really interested anyway. She was beginning her modelling career and we had never even had sex. In fact the last person I had slept with was Taylor and even though I knew she would never take me back I wanted to stay celibate anyway.