Taken // One Direction [Completed]

Chapter Sixteen: Perfect

Tay.

We were at the recording studio. I was sitting on Harry's lap, making him giggle. He had the cutest little laugh. It was easy to make him smile, showing those dimples. I smiled at him and he smiled back.

After a while of waiting, Zayn finally came out of Simon's office and looked right at me, a sour look on his face. "He wants to see you, Tay."

I furrowed my eyebrows and opened my mouth to ask Zayn what for, but he was already walking away. I was about to get up when Harry pulled me back and hugged me tightly, burying his face into my neck. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking.

I stood from Harry's grip and turned to look back at him, but he wouldn't make eye contact. Confused, I strolled into Simon's office and shut the door behind me. He gestured to one of the seat's and I got comfortable. "Something wrong?"

"I don't wan't you with Harry anymore." I sat up quickly, eyeing him. "I'm serious this time, Tay," he continued.

"Why?"

"The media are turning it around. You're younger then him. He is going to be with Taylor. I understand what she did to you but this isn't good for the company, and I care about my company. To prove to the media and fans, we're putting you with my nephew Justin. Go talk to him. He's out back."

"You're not the boss of me, Simon," I barked, glaring at him.

"No, but I'm the boss of Harry, and I can keep him away from you."

"But Si-"

"No buts! Now go." He gestured to the door., completely done with my shit.

I got up and walked out the door, slamming it on my way. I walked past the couch and glanced at Harry who was crying into Liam's shoulder. Liam gave me a 'sorry' look as I passed. I hated seeing Harry like this. I couldn't believe this is happening. No more kisses, I love you's and no more Harry for me. I let a tear slip down my cheek as I opened the back door, but made sure it was only one single tear.

Out there stood a boy, I couldn't see his face. He was wearing a baggy black shirt and boxing shorts. He was punching a boxing bag, hard. His boxing gloves were ripped at the ends and tied with shoe laces. I gave a little cough to get his attention and he turned around. He put his hands over him, resting them on his head as he breathed heavily, eyeing me up and down. He had gorgeous blue eyes and beautiful messy blonde hair, and big lips. He looked me up and down one more time before he gave a little side smirk with his mouth open a bit, panting heavily. "Hi."

"You must be Justin, I'm Tay," I said, holding my hand out.

He didn't shake it, or even move. He stared into my eyes, I smiled a little and he did the same before awkwardly dropping my hand back down to his side. His mouth hung open, panting and breathing. I reached up and lifted his chin to close his mouth. "Don't wanna catch flies." I smiled.

"Simon's a liar," he said.

I tilted my head in a confused manner and he chuckled, looking down and then back up. "He never said you were this beautiful." He dropped his hands to his side. "How about you tell me a bit about yourself?"

"Well... I'm Tay, seventeen. I live with One Direction and I have this scar from a truck accident." I smiled.

"I'm Justin, eighteen, and have my drivers licence. I live with my uncle Simon, I play guitar and yeah, that's it."

"Why do you live with your uncle?" I asked, clasping my hands behind my back and swinging on my heels.

"My parents were in a car crash when I was really young." He shrugged.