18 & Married (Harry Styles) By Trishawrites

Chapter 7-"It's Too Late"

Taylor's POV.

I stretched my arms wide, expecting to feel Harry sleeping right beside me but no, I was alone. I opened my eyes, rubbing 'em gently.. I didn't need to adjust my eyesight from the light since it was actually dark. What time is it? Damn it. I sat up, my eyes searched the room for a clock and found a digital one sitting on the desk right beside a mini bookshelf. I squinted my eyes to read the clock, 3am?! what the fuck.

I was alone in the room, I didn't bother to check downstairs for Harry. It was too damn cold, okay. I collapsed on my back and shut my eyes, I tried my hardest to fall back to sleep but I failed. I sighed as I got up opening my pink luggage, 'Got cha!' I whispered to myself when I found my MacPro beneath my tops.

It's been a while since the last time I checked my twitter and facebook page, It's time for me to at least update my status or tweet something. I first opened Facebook, my eyes widened. The notifications, messages, and friend requests were .. too many. Okay so maybe the boys' fans found me.

I logged in on twitter before checking my notifs and requests on facebook. Shit, I think he found me.. even the boys. I've got like .. 10K followers now. I followed all of the boys back and switched to facebook.

'Bradford BadBoi Malik', 'Louis Tommo Tomlinson', 'Niall Nandos Horan', 'Liam Payne', and 'Harry Nugget Styles' .. Really?! And girls dig 'em? I rolled my eyes, accepting all of their requests. I didn't accept the other people that I didn't know, tho. I mean.. why should I? I'm not the boys.

'Can't sleep. Hello, new followers. x' I tweeted, 10 seconds later my mentions exploded with tweets from people that I don't even know. Some people were hatin' some were being really nice. I didn't bother to answer any of them, maybe Harry don't even want me to talk to them.

One particular tweet caught my eyes, 'So.. you're the new girl, eh? What about @ASHtotheLEY?!' I felt my heart sank. So their fans knew who ASHLEY was. I clicked on her page and rolled my eyes at her tweets. Fuck me and my bitchiness.

She's tweeted recently, like 15 minutes ago, 'Can't sleep! Too excited for tonight! x'

Ugh. I've had enough of her bullshit so I switched back to facebook.

'Can't sleep & pissed as fuck.' I posted before clicking FB chat. One chat box popped up. Da fuq.

Louis Tommo Tomlinson: Hiya there! Taylor Somers: what Louis Tommo Tomlinson: Ohh, somebody's not in the mood to talk, eh? Taylor Somers: Sorry, I just can't sleep. -___-Louis Tommo Tomlinson: Why don't you ask Harry to sing you a lullaby? ;) Taylor Somers: Fuck off, I don't even know where the hell he is! It's like .. 3:30am! :| Louis Tommo Tomlinson: Ohh, somebody's missing someone ;) Taylor Somers: FUCK OFF. Louis Tommo Tomlinson: EY! Language! Taylor Somers: Bye gayboy. Louis Tommo Tomlinson: Found my Harry? Taylor Somers: No. You're just too boring to talk to. :P Louis Tommo Tomlinson: OHHH NO YOU DIDN'T :PPPPPP

I didn't bother to reply, He's being boring or maybe I'm just really pissed. Oh damn life. I browsed my chat box, hoping to see interesting people online.

Seeing his name on my chat box made my heart stopped for a moment, How the hell is he online?! I hesitated for a moment but sent him a message anyway.

Taylor Somers: The hell are you?!

No reply.

I sighed in disbelief. How could he! UGH! I cursed to myself as I placed my laptop on the desk. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Why am I feeling this way?!

Harry's POV.

I was skyping with Ash when I heard a ding, somebody sent me a message on facebook.