Perfect

Fights, Bars, & Kisses

Gosh! I don't know what in the world is wrong with Niall. What makes him think that he can just act ticked of with me for no good reason? I did nothing to him and he starts giving me the cold shoulder. I can't think of one thing I did at the studio to make him act that way towards me. I guess I'll sit here and fume while I wait to see if he shows up.

After waiting hours for him to show up I finally hear someone at the door Knock, knock.
I hear coming from outside the door. I look thru the peep hole and there he stands, Niall. I open up the door, I'm still ticked off with him so I guess that's why I make this snotty comment.

"So, I guess you pulled the stick from out of your ass?" I ask as I raise my eyebrows. Let's just say if looks could kill I'd be dead.

"Taylor, I didn't come to fight." Niall replies. "I'm sorry for the way I acted but I just got a little ticked off when I got back from getting coffee."

"Why did you get ticked off what did I do?" I ask desperately. Like I really want to know I'm not playing dumb, I really have no clue.

"You seriously don't know?" He asks looking surprised.

"Obviously I don't or I wouldn't be asking you what I did." I say smartly. He looks at me for a moment with an emotion I can't really make out in his blue eyes.

"Why are you acting like this? What has gotten into you? You never act like this he's made you so.. I don't even know."

"Who makes me what? I don't know what you're talking about!" I say, I'm  literally about to freak out.

"So witty and smart, and sarcastic. You're usually so nice and proper but an hour with him and you act like a wild child." Niall replies.

"What? Just because I'm acting like I have a spine you don't like it?" You know what I'm so done right now. "You can leave, I like having a spine and if you don't like it then leave."

"And if you don't want to tell me what I did in the first place then leave." I walk to the door and open it up for him. He looks at me for a moment, and rolls his eyes. He then shakes his head and walks out of the door. I slam the door shut and go sit on the couch, and put my face in my hands. How did things get so screwed up? I thought to myself, how? When I close my eyes a certain shaggy haired boy with dark brown eyes appears in my head. I hop up, you know what I'm not going to let Niall ruin my night. He wants a good girl well guess what! The good girl is gone, I'm done being a spineless loser. With that I put on some black leather pants, a white loose t-shirt, a black leather jacket, and black biker boots. I apply some red lipstick, straiten my hair with bangs, and text Harry.

Taylor: meet me outside my apartment building?
2mins later....

Harry: be their in 10.

I smiled, great. I head down stairs to the lobby and spot Harry's car in front of the building. Crap i forgot about the paparazzi what are they going to think when I get into a car with my boyfriends band mate? Whatever it's to late to back out now. I try and hide my face with my hand but I know I failed miserably. I open up the passenger side door and hop in. Harry looks me up and down and smirks.

"Who knew you could dress in anything but flowers and lace." Harry says as he pulls out of the parking lot.

"Haha, very funny. Maybe I'm not the kind of girl you think I am."

"Apparently." He replies with a smile. "So, why did you ask me to pick you up anyway?" He asks. What should I say? Should I tell him the truth? I might as well for some reason I trust Harry.

"Well, Niall barges in, tells me I'm a completely different person by hanging out with someone for only an hour. I need to start acting like a good girl again and not have a spine." Harry raises his eyebrows and nods.