YOUR BIGGEST FAN {Haylor}

Part 1

My name is Taylor. I'm 20 years old. I'm an out-going, happy girl from London. I love living here. It is so beautiful and peaceful, and I've learned to love the rain, though I love me some sunlight. I consider my life perfect: I have the best parents and an awesome –yet sometimes annoying, little sister. I go to a great college, straight-A student. I have incredible friends, and did I mention? A wonderful boyfriend. I know him since I was five years old; when he moved across my street and my parents and I went to welcome him and his family to the neighborhood with a cake my mom baked and I invited him to play some video games. Yes, I loved video games, still do. We (and also our families) became very close ever since.

Who would've thought, fifteen years later we would still be best friends and by the time we were sixteen, he would ask me to be his girlfriend? Well, everybody. Except for the two of us. Anyway, his name is Harry. And he's the most amazing boyfriend a girl could ever ask for. He's beautiful, inside and out. He's got these gorgeous green eyes and brown, curly hair. His smile paralyzes me and his voice melts my soul. He has a heart of gold and is always helping others. He always puts himself second.

We know each other better than we know ourselves. He's sweet and nice, and he always knows how to make me feel good.

Little did I know...

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I was sitting on a chair outside Niall's garage. He is Harry's best friend. He is a very cool guy. I get along really well with him. He and Harry were there, too, along with Zayn, their other best friend, playing guitar and Harry was singing a great cover of Stevie Wonder's "Isn't she lovely".

When they ended I stood up and clapped like crazy.

"You guys are awesome!" I yelled.

Did I mention Harry has a band? Well he does. He is a musician. That's his dream. To become a great recording artist. He and Niall started playing together almost one year ago. Then they found Zayn a few months ago and he tagged along. Niall plays guitar while Zayn plays the drums and Harry is the lead singer, though they all have a chance to sing. They're really talented.

"Did you like it? I'm still not sure about my high notes." Harry said, clearing his throat.

"Are you kidding? You sang it amazingly!" I replied. He smiled. "When you get famous, you're gonna have a lot of girls going after you because of your beautiful voice. And because you're all very handsome. " I winked an eye at them. "But I'll be jealous." I chuckled.

"Oh I can't wait to be famous and meet a lot of beautiful fan girls across the world, then." Harry said in his teasing tone. I raised my eyebrow at that comment, pretending to be mad. "You know I'm just kidding, babe. You're our number one fan." He smiled and when he did, I couldn't pretend anymore. I gave in. God, I'm so weak.

"That is right, mister. No matter how famous you become, because you will, I'll always be your biggest fan, alright?" I said to them. They just laughed.

"Yeah, Taylor. Biggest fan." Zayn commented, giving me a thumb up. I giggled. "Well, if you excuse me," He continued standing up from his seat. "I'll go and grab some sodas. Harry, Taylor, Niall, you want?"

"Yeah, sure." Harry replied. I only shook my head no.

"Wait up, I'll go with you. You know I hate third-wheeling." Niall said. We all laughed.

They went into the house and I took the opportunity to go with Harry and talk. He put the microphone in the tripod and I sat on his right leg.

"So," I started. "Where are you taking me tomorrow?" I continued with a persuasive tone.