Begin Again [A Haylor Fanfic]

Chapter 1

I was minutes away from meeting One Direction, yet all I could think about was how I wished I could slap half the screaming girls in this room. I’m surprised I could even hear my thoughts over their crying and squealing. I groaned, rolling my eyes for what felt like the hundredth time as the three girls in front of me swooned over who loved Harry Styles more. Yep, I definitely wanted to slap them. Why did I agree to this? My best friend next to me slapped my arm, which was a sigh that she was probably getting sick of my constant complaining.

“Was that really necessary, Soph?” I glared at her through my dorky glasses. She knew all too well that I didn’t want to be here.

She just shrugged. “You’re really not helping the situation. I’m about to meet my future husband and you’re acting like you would rather be somewhere else! Taylor, could you at least act a little excited? For me?”

“I stopped listening at future husband.” Sophie just gave me a death stare as I put my hands up in defence. “Kidding! Fine, I’ll try okay? I know this means a lot to you.”

Once we got to the front of the line, I put my ‘happy face’ on. Sophie was determined to make an impression on the boys, which I didn’t think was necessary. I had told her over and over again that they wouldn’t even remember us tomorrow, but she refused to listen. Luckily I wasn’t going to make much of an impression, my messy blonde curls were tamed into a ponytail and I hid behind my glasses and cardigan.  We would meet the guys, take a photo and we would be out of there in no time.

I think their management had the same idea as I did; we were rushed over to the boys, and could hardly open our eyes wide enough to look decent before the camera flashed. Sophie had written the boys a letter, handing it to them before we got whisked away by security so the next group could have their five seconds of fame with One Direction. Sophie and I stood next to the exit as she stared in awe at the boys. The rest of the fans had started to group around this area, so I guess we just followed the trend and lingered with everyone else.

So I was pretty accurate in my first impressions of people. I could meet someone for all of sixty seconds and I felt like I knew what kind of person they were. I bit my lip, a look of concentration on my face as I studied the boys. I could tell Niall was the most laid back of the group, I knew he would probably be the one to loosen them all up in awkward situations. Zayn and Liam seemed the most mature; and by that I mean the least immature of them all. To me they both seemed really committed to what they do and could both adjust to whatever situation they were put in. Louis seemed stand back and let the other boys take control. This made me think that maybe he was just waiting for his moment to shine. And Harry… I just couldn’t seem to get past the seductive look he constantly had on his face. His whole ‘bad boy’ act seemed pretty lame to me. I don’t know who he was trying to impress, but it definitely wasn’t working on me.

It was safe to say I had been in this room for long enough and I was more than ready to leave. Sophie could see it in my face that it was time, so she sighed under her breath and started walking next to me out the door. I suddenly felt a large hand on my shoulder. I turned around quickly, a little startled to find one of One Direction’s bodyguards standing in front of me. Had I done something wrong? At this point in time, so many horrible thoughts were circling through my mind. But the words that actually came out of his mouth were probably the worst thing in the entire world that I really didn’t expect to hear.

“Harry has requested to talk to you in private.”

EXCUSE ME? I didn’t know if I was dreaming or I was hearing things. Because that couldn’t have possibly been what I had just heard. But sure enough, Sophie was standing next to me (or should I say jumping) slapping my arm over and over until I pushed her a little, giving her a glare.

“Um, well you can tell Harry that I am not interested. Thanks.” I didn’t hesitate in turning back around and heading out the door, Sophie following closely behind. I couldn’t quite make out what she was saying, considering I felt like my head was going to explode from anger. Who did Harry think he was? I wasn’t going to be another one of his hook ups. Once we were out of the room, Sophie stopped me, shaking me a little. “ARE YOU CRAZY TAYLOR? YOU JUST TURNED DOWN HARRY STYLES?!” She squealed, looking at me like I was insane.

“I’m sure that’s a first for him.” I replied, before pulling away from Sophie and continuing to walk down the hallway, faster than before. Sophie seemed to be lagging behind; I could hear her yelling from behind me to stop. When I got to the end of the hallway, I stopped, turning around to wait until Sophie had caught up to me. I looked to the end of the hallway, and in the distance I could see Harry and the rest of the boys being escorted out of the room. I was hoping, begging that he wouldn’t see me. All I could do was swear under my breath when Harry saw me, nodding to the boys before making his way towards us.

“Oh my.” I couldn’t run away, so I took out my phone, pretending to look distracted. Apparently it didn’t work though, and as Sophie stood in shock, looking up at Harry standing in front of us, all I could do was sigh.

I looked up from my phone, noticing Harry was about to open his mouth to say something. “Do you always ask your fans to talk in private?” I beat him to it. He chuckled, which wasn’t exactly the reaction I wanted.

He cleared his throat a little, a smirk forming on his face. “Well I’m almost certain you’re not a fan.” Sophie still hadn’t taken her eyes off of Harry.

“You shouldn’t make assumptions. For all you know I could be your biggest fan.”

“And are you?”

“Definitely not.” I replied seriously. He chuckled again. I couldn’t understand how this was so amusing to him. Sophie giggled, slapping me playfully as I gave her a dirty look in return.

I didn’t say anything else. And before Harry could say another word, Sophie took the pen out from her bag, the same pen the boys had used earlier to sign her shirt, and without hesitation she grabbed Harry’s arm, scribbling down something as Harry nodded, pleased. Sophie had a look of accomplishment on her face as she popped the pen back in her bag. I took a good look at what she had just written on his arm, and I honestly didn’t know how to react when I saw my number. She was definitely going to pay for this.

My mouth was gaping open, and before I could bring myself to say anything, or really just yell at Sophie, Harry pulled her into a hug, mumbling thanks into her ear and something else I couldn’t quite catch. He then looked over at me, running his fingers through his curly locks. “I’ll see you around, Taylor.” I watched him walk off, not quite sure how to process what had just happened. My first initial reaction was to walk away from her, muttering “I hate you” as she followed. I hope she was feeling accomplished now, because this definitely wasn’t the last she was going to hear about this.