Just Kidding

Taken

Taylor.

It's two AM and I'm waiting by my door for Harry. I didn't know how long we were gonna stay so I packed three outfits and some swim wear.

I stayed by the door, waiting for Harry still. I checked the time on my oven and it said it was 3:45 AM.

I shook my head and got off the couch. I locked my front door and shut the lights off, walking to my bedroom.

I reminded myself that I wasn't mad, just a little disappointed. I hated going to bed angry, it scared me.

Not like I even did sleep. I was tossing and turning all night and could barely get to the stage before sleep.

My phone started buzzing from my desk, interrupting my sleep. I got up and answered it, squinting my eyes at the brightness. "What." I groaned.

"Before you hang up on me, you should know that my flight was stopped in Chicago because the engine was having a problem or something. I don't know." Harry rushed out.

"Whatever Harry, it's all over. It's done." I shrugged.

"What's done?" He asked with concern. "Look, you really shouldn't yell at me because I could've died."

I rolled my eyes and ignored hid statement, the thought scaring me too much for my own reality. "Our plans. It's too late to go anywhere and by the time we do get there," I didn't finish. He knew where I was going.

"I'm outside your apartment now and I think you should open the door." he hung up. I rolled my eyes and walked out of my bedroom, not worried about my messy state. It's just Harry and he's seen me look worse.

From the second I opened the door until Harry walked in and shut it behind him, I was hunched over laughing and shocked.

I kept laughing and ended up falling on the floor. Harry was standing by the door, not looking amused. His arms were crossed and he was practically glaring at me.

"Are you done?" Harry asked with no expression at all. I finished up my laughing and stood up, still chuckling a bit.

I pulled up my camera before he started talking and snapped a picture of him.

He was currently wearing a WHITE blonde wig with a pink hair band in it. His shirt was white and blue stripes, maybe Gemma's. His pants were Capri and he definitely looked uncomfortable.

"Sooo...." I tried to not laugh. This was the best thing I could ever witness. "I don't think we can be together anymore, I have the same top." I laughed. Harry nodded his head sarcastically and made the awkward face.

"So maybe I will braid your hair this time." I kept laughing and making fun of him, while he stood there and took it. He ended up wearing a smirk on his face and some type of glint in his eyes that screamed trouble.

"You're wearing one too." he said when I wasn't talking.

"What." I straightened up and crossed my arms over my chest.

He tossed a bag at me and made me change into the stuff that was in here. When I got dressed, he walked in and asked me what was taking so long.

"I'm not putting on the wig." I told him with the straightest face I could muster.

"Put on the wig or its not gonna work."

"No! It's not like we are trying to sneak into Mexico."

"Taylor Alison! Put on the damn wig!" He yelled.

"No!" I yelled back.

"Please put on the wig," he said softly.

"No!" I yelled again. I laughed at his change of tone and how he yelled again after that. We went back and forth, yelling at each other for a while.