VIII. I want to write you a song.

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Harry's  P.O.V

My smile couldn't get wider as Taylor stared at me, it was really weird but somehow it made me smile. I remembered when we were little and me and Taylor would go to swimming practice and she would say that it was gross for boys to be shirtless, and now she had stared carelessly at me.

We kept on asking each other stuff as I avoided the question and Taylor only groaned, it made me laugh, she looked kind of cute. I thought things were going to be awkward since I admitted I loved her eyes and she saw me shirtless, but as weird as it sounded, it kind of felt natural.

"But I was like, 'no way Selena we are not writing this for our project' but then she told me it didn't even matter but I was like refusing to write that, so at the end we didn't write that" Taylor told me the story of how Selena and her didn't write a song about I don't even remember what, but this time I was the one staring.

"So what did you end up writing?" I asked her as I looked at her from the floor, she had a bit of double chin from this view but I really didn't care about that.

"Well that's kind of not your business Harry" She smiled and I laughed, shaking my head. As I was about to answer my phone rang. I got up and signaled Taylor to wait a second, I took my phone from the night stand next to my bed and my smiled disappeared when I saw Karen's phone number, I cleared my throat and answered the call.

"Hi" I shortly greeted, I found myself frowning since I had always called Karen pet names, specially when we were on the phone.

"Hi Harry! How are you?" She enthusiastically greeted and I felt bad, I wasn't as happy talking to her as I thought I'd be, I smiled at Taylor again but she just looked at me blankly.

"Good, I'm good thanks, and you?" I couldn't help but feel guilty about the situation, I promised Karen we would make things work but I wasn't doing anything at all.

"Fine thanks, I miss you a lot Harry, I wish I could be with you right now." I could hear in her voice that she wasn't as good as she said she was, I knew her better than anybody else.

I didn't like it when she felt sad because of me, and I knew she was feeling like this because I barely showed any interest on making this relationship work.

"Babe I have to go but I'll call you tomorrow, I promise." And before she could even answer I hung up.

I was too distracted talking to Karen to realize that Taylor was about to leave the room, when suddenly a hyperventilated Louis opened the door and hit Taylor on the face, but he was way too excited to notice.

"What the fuck Louis?!?" Taylor screamed and I just started laughing.

Louis started talking about something, but neither of us were paying attention.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" She said as she glared at me.

"I'm sorry Tay, but you have to admit that was funny."

"Don't call me Tay."

"Are you even listening to me?" Louis made weird signals with his hands as he tried to drag our attention.

"No" We both said at the same time as Taylor rubbed her head and made funny faces, I smiled.

"Okay I'm going to explain it again since you really have to hear this and I don't mind saying it again even if it is for the millionth time" Louis told us and I scoffed, shaking my head but smiling at the thought of Louis being like this because of some girl, I didn't really know him well enough, but I could tell he was the fuck boy type so I thought it was interesting seeing him like this.

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