Haylor One-Shots

The Holiday

..."I don't get what the big deal is!" Harry yells at Taylor from across the hotel room.
"You just, ugh god you don't understand..."
"Then make me..." he taunts walking closer and closer to her until she is backed against the wall but she shakes her head. "No Harry. Not this time." He sighs and turns to walk back to the small living area that comes with the room. Taylor follows closely behind. "I just want to spend time with you, we don't do things together." She sighs as Harry takes a beer from the fridge.
"Whose fault is that? Hmm, oh that's right yours because you don't want to come to London. I've been to L.A four times since we started dating. What's so bad about London?" Harry questions as Taylor gasps. She knows she hasn't been the perfect girlfriend but she thought that she was making an effort to try at least. "You know I do what I can, you're lucky you're getting this week..." Harry stares at her, his emerald eyes lose their shine as he is hurt by her comment. "Are you serious, I've got to fight for time with you." He exclaims in outrage. She shakes her head, choosing not to answer knowing that nothing can fix this. "Well?" Harry questions again, but Taylor still shakes her head. "Okay then," Harry states, swallowing the remainder of his beer. "I'm going out, you can come or stay and be a grandma. God knows I've tried." Taylor stands aghast at his words.
"What are you saying?" She questions.
"Come or stay, makes no difference." Harry claims grabbing his beanie.
"So if I go we're okay and if I stay it's over?" Taylor questions as she watches him grab his phone, wallet and room key. He nods and she sighs, knowing it was too good to be true to begin with. "Okay," she mutters as Harry turns surprised.
"What?" Taylor looks point blank at him and then walks towards him, kissing him on the cheek and chokes back a sob. Harry understands instantly and walks towards the door of the room, pausing he looks back once and see's Taylor sobbing but he still walks away feeling like a prick but he realises that this relationship isn't working.

A few years pass and they meet again, this time under different circumstances, she is no longer alone and is now dating Calvin Harris while he tries to find a resemblance of solid ground with any possible girl. Right now he's going back and forward with Kendall Jenner but they both know that it's over before it begins each time. They just know what the other one wants. The American Music Awards have snuck up on Harry this year and he knows she will be front row and collecting awards like it's a glass of water. Always gracious with her victories she will thank her fans and possibly look out into the arena but it's unlikely. Harry knows that his chance with her is slim, she is happy and he wants that to last as long as possible...

*Current*

"Harry, Harry, babe?" a voice calls from beside him. He wakes up in shock and almost smacks his wife out of bed. "What's going on?" he questions rubbing sleep from his eyes and rubbing his chest where she was shaking him. For the first time he notices that he is sweating which he usually doesn't do because it's gross. "You were dreaming again." She sighs as she slips down on her side of the bed. Harry groans he hates waking her up like this especially now that she needs sleep even more. Rolling over towards her back, he tugs her into his arms. "You know it's not like that Taylor. I just can't imagine not having this life with you." Taylor rolls into his arms. "I understand Harry, god do you remember that awards night, which one was it..."
"Billboard..." Harry quotes without thinking twice. Taylor nods and plays with his hands,
"True, you were so mad that night..."
"I got better when you kissed me..." Harry chimes in. Taylor smiles and laughs and Harry joins in as it rumbles through his chest with vibration. "How was I meant to know it was fake? It looked real to me." Harry states claiming his innocence as Taylor laughs and rolls over into his arms, kissing his sweaty chest. "Well look at us now." I grin and agree.
"Look at me now, hmm look at me now..." They both break out into laughter as they snuggle as best they can as Taylor is well rounded thanks to her pregnancy being in the last month. "Careful baby," Harry whispers as she rolls back over. "I'm fine Harry." She insists and for once Harry believes her but he still stays up all night making sure she is okay. His dream doesn't plague him anymore and a week later when Skylar Louise Styles arrives at seven pounds and three ounces she completes him even further and he is shocked to fall into a routine where he is too tired to dream that dream anymore. At last his princess is where she should be and that dreadful holiday remains a distant memory.