18 & Married (Harry Styles) By Trishawrites

Chapter 17-2 Months Later

2 Months later.

"Taylor! Taylor is it true, you and Harry are now divorced?"

"Taylor! When was the last time you saw Harry?"

"Mrs. Styles...... can we call you that?"

Questions from paps kept on coming from all different directions. I was on my way to my Dad's office in London when a bunch of middle aged paps found me. Apparently, Taylor Styles left Harry Styles and went back to America because she found a new man on the second night of their honeymoon. People are so stupid.

First of all, Harry left ME. Second of all, I went back to America to cool off, because believe it or not I still love Harry and I am still married to him but the shit is .. he doesn't give a flying fuck. I flashed them all a fake smile and rushed towards the entrance to be met by Andrew.

"Gah, I though you weren't gonna come!" He rolled his eyes in frustration, "What the hell took you so long?!"

"Okay, Andrew. First of, Paparazzi. Second of all, I just got here yesterday .. and I woke up really late. Now, leave me alone." I groaned, straightening out my clothes.

"Oh, don't be sassy with me, missy."

I raised my eyebrow at him, he did the same thing. Well shit, I can't .... and I mean, I can never, EVER beat him at that.

I sighed while rolling my eyes at him, "Tell me why I'm here. Where's Dad?"

Andrew began fiddling with his fingers, I knew him too well not to notice what's up. There's definitely something going on. And I can feel it, I aint gonna like it. Before I could even speak up again, I saw somebody walking down the hallway out of the corner of my eyes.

Mop of curls and his lips formed a straight line.

Andrew didn't even had to speak.. even if he did, I already made my way out of the building cursing myself for wearing killer heels. Nobody told me he was gonna be there, No-FUCKING-body.

Did he see me? I bet he didn't. Even if he did .. he don't really give a shit, soooo. Fuck him. I rushed towards the nearest shop, Louis Vuitton. Let's just say .. I shop when my feelings are fucked.

As soon as I walked in, I immediately earned everybody's attention but I shrugged 'em off. I took a deep breath in and made my way to this gawjuss handbag. I didn't even had to think about it or ask for the price, I just told the girl behind the counter that I want it.

While she went somewhere to get my bag, I bent over to check out a clutch below the handbags, admiring the $3,699 clutch sitting there when somebody bumped into my side.

My body snapped back straight, about to bitch on the person who bumped into me.. but he looked familiar.

"I am so sorry, I wasn't looking." The man wearing sunglasses apologized. He looked so familiar.. his hair, his lips, his nose, his accent.

"Wait.." I began

"Justin?"

"Taylor?"

We both said at the same time. As if on cue, my phone rang.. Yes, you got it right. I still haven't changed my ringtone. Baby by Justin Bieber played, receiving dirty looks from the people around us.

I fished my phone out of my bag and declined whoever was calling at the moment, shoving it in back inside violently. "Nice ringtone." Justin smirked.

I rolled my eyes but gave him a genuine smile anyway, "Well.. Hello, Mr. Bieber."

"Mrs. Styles." He nodded, I cringe a little at his lil name for me. He seemed to notice but ignored it anyway. "Don't I get a hug?" He flashed me a toothy grin, opening his arms.