Head Over Heals - Taylor And Calvin

Both Of Us

"Let's go." Harry commanded as he dragged Taylor across the lawn.
Taylor dug her feet into the dirt, attempting to lean in the other direction, tugging against Harry's pull.

Her wrist were flaming, painful, but he continued marching forward.
"HARRY ILL SCREAM!"
She shrieked, scratching his arm.

Harry turned around grinning.
"Please do."

She looked at him disgusted.
"Look, Calvin and my mother are at the house, Harry I want nothing to do with you! Popping out of the blue and dragging me across my own lawn?!?! ILL SUE YOU STYLES!"

She huffed, trembling as he gave her an annoyed look.

She noticed his eyes dart over her shoulder for a slight second. Before she could look behind her, Harry forcefully grabbed her chin, fingers digging into her flesh.
"Listen Taylor, simple as this, I've missed you!"

He shook her head, then released her from his grip.
He gave a dashing smile, the "Harry Smile" as she always called it.

"Goodbye Harry." she slowly stepped backwards, untrusting of him and Petrified.
She began to turn around, only yards away from her house, until his hand clamped down on her shoulder a shrill gasp only escaping her lips before he turned her around.

As Taylor was forces in Harry's direction, little did she know Calvin had just peered out the window.
Curious to where Taylor was, he scanned the lawn, until he saw his face.

That face. Harry's face.

At first, anger swarmed inside him, Calvin clenching his fist ready to hit that little Brit's head off.
Harry however, saw Calvin.

Momentarily a smile crept into Harry's face, Calvin clenching his jaw tight as he forced Taylor to look his way.
Calvin wanted to charge out that door and body check Harry across the lawn.

He was waiting.
For what? He didn't know. Unlike most boyfriends, he didn't jump to conclusions and assume Taylor was cheating on him.

He knew that she would never go back to HIM.
Calvin opened the door slowly, stepping out onto the porch, and walked to the side.
If he could make Harry think he'd succeed at making Calvin jealous, then he would leave Taylor alone and Calvin would have his moment.

Calvin almost wanted to scream.
He saw Taylor, fragile and delicate little Taylor, being forced, and grabbed unwillingly.
He wanted to kill Harry Styles.

However, seeing Harry grab Taylor's wrist triggered a memory for Calvin, one he could never forget.

***FLASHBACK TIME***

Calvin straightened his tie.
His driver slowly pulled in behind a dark limo, preparing for Calvin to walk the red carpet at the VMA's.

His driver halted.
The black window in front of Calvin rolled down squeaking, revealing his joyful drivers face.

"First VMA, you ready Mr. Harris?"
Calvin chuckled and ran his fingers through his messy red hair.

"Ready as I'll ever be," he gave a dorky smile and a thumbs up.
It was Calvin's first VMA's, he was nearly jumping up and down.

Nobody really knew about "Calvin Harris", he wasn't very famous, so he was excited to actually be nominated for an award.
"Bloody driver in front of us." his limo man complained.

"He may be all high and mighty working for the queen of music, doesn't mean he can take his jolly old time!"

Calvin cocked his head and narrowed his brows,
"Beyoncé?" He questioned.
The driver let out a hackling laugh.
"Yeah, a couple years ago kiddo, this is 2011, it's Taylor Swift!"