Just Kidding

All Too Well

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Taylor.

"Taylor! Taylor!" They screamed. I tried listening to Harry's voice when he told me to ignore them but I couldn't take my eyes off the ground and I couldn't close my ears long enough to cross the street.

"Taylor! Where are you guys going?!"

"Give her a kiss, Harry!"

"Taylor, show us a smile!"

"Another one, Taylor?"

"What's it like to date everyone else's leftovers Harry?!"

"What!?" Harry screamed. I looked up long enough to see him glaring at the scrawny bald man with a giant camera in his hands and a wicked smirk on his face.

"Come on, mate," the reporter cackled. Harry's hand left mine and in the blink of an eye he had the photographer pinned against the ground and a round of merciless punches at his face. All of the paps were surrounding them, cameras flashing and shouting.

I yelled for Harry and ran through the crowded two and pushed Harry's back long enough to stop and turn around. He looked at me with a busted lip and angry eyes. I backed away and kept my face in shock.

He got off the man and glared at the people around him. I took a hard swallow and looked back at the ground. I saw Harry's feet and turned round, finding a path to get out of the circle. Harry's arm slung itself around me and we walked on.

"I love you, Taylor." He said out of breath. My heart did leaps at the sound of his sudden honesty. Even though this isn't what I had imagined, this was somehow perfect to me. It's hard to explain but I feel that nothing would be as raw and amazing as this right here.

"I love you too, Harry." I said, not looking up from the ground.

After a long short walk, we finally got to the restaurant that Harry said had the best escargots. As we were walking I realized I had no desire to eat snails. But I kept walking so Harry would have what he wants.

That is until I saw who was sitting at our booth at the back.

"Reservations for Styles," Harry says to the host. He greeted us with a smile and directed us to our requested booth in the back. "I hope you enjoy your evening," he smiled and set down some menus. With one more smile he walked away.

"Hi!" Harry's mom said, standing up to hug her wonderful son. "And Taylor!" She smiled and engulfed me into her arms. "You're so much prettier in person!" She cupped my cheeks and wore a giant grin on her face. "I'm so happy to finally meet you!" She hugged me again.

"Oh my gosh, mother," Harry yanked his mom off of me and we all sat down. Harry sat across from me, next to his mother knowing that I'm pissed, and she sat closer to me, not knowing a thing.

"I'm dying to know about you, Taylor. Tell me everything from your first memory to your most embarrassing moments."

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"That was fun." Harry said as we got back to the hotel. "She likes you." He kept talking. "Is everything okay?" Harry asked.

"Yeah." I said and reached into the mini fridge. I searched for some juice or something but only found baby bottles of liquor. I shrugged and grabbed a bottle of brown.

"Really? We had a great day. Why are you going to mess it all up now?" Harry said, turning his back to me.

"Excuse me?" I rose my eyebrows and stopped trying to get the bottle open.

"You heard me." He shook his head.

"You think I'm ruining our day together?" I slightly shouted. How dare he say that to me, he has no ground to stand on in this fight.

"Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying." he shrugged and turned back around to face me. He had a hotel towel in his hand and a bottle of shampoo and conditioner he brought.

"Did I make the decision of going out for dinner? Did I lash out on a pap? Did I call my mother out of nowhere and lie to you?!" The more I remembered his careless actions the angrier I became.

"You're really going to be mad over that?" he shrieked and set his stuff down.

"Yes! You called your mother after I repeatedly told you I wasn't ready! You have no right to do that to me!" I yelled back at him.

"I have no right?! Damn, Taylor, what are you so afraid of? My mother isn't going to score you on everything you do! She loved you before she even met you-!"

"That's not the point! I wasn't ready and you forced her on me!" I yelled over him. "And you had no right to beat up that guy!"

"After what he said about you?!" He screamed.

"Yes! I deal with it everyday just like you do! We should already know how to ignore all of it!"

"He disrespected you and you want me to ignore that?" He tugged on his hair and walked around the white couch.

"Yes!" I yelled.

That answer didn't satisfy Harry. We were fighting for almost 9 hours. Some of it was screaming at each other. Some of it was me crying. Some of it was throwing things at each other. But most of it was yelling.

We seem to know yelling more than we know each others smiles.

Sometimes our relationship can be summer. It's all freedom and fun. There are no worries because you have four months to be whoever you want and do what ever you please.

Sometimes our relationship is like winter in Alaska. It's cold and you want nothing more than to hide under a pile of comforters. Frostbite and the flu is what I know.

Then there are times like the beginning, when it was spring. It was somehow summer with a wintery pattern.

I miss those times. The times when Harry and I could sit on a rooftop and talk about anything. Before all of the public pressure. Before everyone was trying to tear us apart or figure out what our relationship was like.

Then it was fall. Fall was such a blur. But I know it was a great time with Harry. But then winter came again. And we were the remains of what used to be fall leaves in a bad day of rain.

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