18 & Married (Harry Styles) By Trishawrites

Chapter 6- Baby Sized WILLY

Taylor's POV.

"So, Was I good?" He smirked.

Oh good lord, Please .. Slam this bitch, Slam this bitch! I can feel my face heating up and turning red. Can I die now, please?

Be careful Taylor, maybe he didn't hear the whole thing.

"It seems like you had fun.." He smirked again, taking a sip of his tea.

I couldn't even look at him. I decided not to talk about it and just act normal. I got up, straightening my sleeping clothes, totally ignoring he's stupid questions and smirks. I made my way to the bathroom, trying my best not to fall due to embarrassment.

"You moan and talk when you sleep, Still sexy tho!" I heard him chuckle. dis bitch, da fuq.

I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to speak, "Yeah.. well, I wasn't dreaming about you!" I shouted.

He didn't respond. I stared at myself in the mirror, I look like a complete disaster.

"Ohhh, Oh god. Harry .. eat meee. Oh, get in me now .. OH!!!! Harry Boo.. Harry.. fuck me now!" Harry mimicked, sounding like a desperate maniac.

I did not say that! I'm pretty sure. I wouldn't call him Harry Boo. I wouldn't call anyone with their name and 'BOO' who does that?!

He was dying from laughter. "I did not say that! I didn't even call you Harry Boo! It was just Harry! I don't even sound like that! " I yelled.

"So, You admit you were dreaming about me?"

Oh can somebody just shoot me now?! shit shit shit.

I stepped out of the bathroom, and there he was sitting on the edge of the bed with a huge stupid grin on his face. I glared at him, "Shut it."

"Okay.. but, How was I?" He laughed, I turned my back on him.

I spoke again before I entered the bathroom, "You've got a baby sized willy." I smiled to myself and disappeared in the bathroom.

I couldn't help but laugh at my own statement.

"EYYYYYY. It's quite big actually! I can show you! I don't have a baby sized willeh!" He yelled outside the door.

I lost it, I laughed my ass off inside the hotel bathroom while Harry's blabbing about how big his willy is.

"Really, Taylor! It's quite huge! Have you seen my feet?!" He knocked on the door. I can't breathe. WHAT IS AIR. Oh my god.

"Harry, Oh god. Let me take a shower!" I managed to compose a sentence, I couldn't stop laughing.

"Well, we can both take a shower together and let's discuss how big my willy really is!" He is sounding desperate. Oh my god, I'm not that embarrassed anymore. Gosh, thanks to Harry for defending his willy.

"How about.. FUCK OFF." I banged the door, receiving an .. OW, TAYLOR! From Harry.

A smile crept upon my lips.. He makes me laugh. I mean, even though this is just another WILLY joke, he's making an effort just to make me laugh. I like that.

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Last Day in LA.

Taylor's POV.

We're leaving LA in about 2 hours headed to Holmes Chapel. Everything's going great, Maybe getting married to Harry isn't such a bad idea. Dad and Anne called me the other day, they updated us about the wedding.. Everything's going well and I quote my dad 'Everything is perfect, Princess.'