*Taylor's POV*
She fell hard to the ground as I kicked her in the stomach. "You have no idea what I the hell I've been through, so shut the hell up." I said kicking her again. I felt everyone's eyes on me as the paparazzi's flashes blinded my sight. I felt the tears begin to form in my eyes as I realized what a huge mess I had just made. I turned around and began to walk away, but I felt someone's grip on my ankle causing my to fall hard on the floor. Marissa rolled on top of me pulling my hair and screaming. But I'm Taylor Sparks. I don't go down without fight. I flipped on top of her and gave her one solid punch to the nose. I felt Louis's strong arms wrap around me holding me back from hitting her again. "Yeah bitch!" I shouted as Zayn helped her up, also holding her back so she wouldn't attack. I saw the blood trickle down her nose as I began to feel satisfied. Louis let me go so I could walk away. "You know, you can try to act tough and beat people up Taylor, but he's dead. And he's not coming back. So do yourself a favor, and like get the hell out. Messed up people like you should still be behind bars." she hissed causing me to stop dead in my tracks. I turned around and looked at the stunned crowd staring at me. I slowly lifted my hand up pointing it in her direction, and raised my middle finger, for everyone to see. And with that I took off my heels and quickly ran out of there.
The tears wouldn't stop. It felt like my eyes were exploding as I could feel all my beautiful makeup becoming smeared. I ran to the first taxi I saw, and hopped in. I couldn't talk so I gestured the man where to go, so I could pick up the escalade. Despite my feelings, I was still Tyler, and I had to meet the boys back at the hotel we were now staying at. I had to get myself together. When we arrived in the parking lot I payed the taxi driver, and hopped into the escalade. I quickly changed back into Tyler's clothes, put my wig on, and wrapped my chest. I wiped my face with tissues until I was finally makeupless and looked in the rear view mirror. I still looked horrible. My eyes were puffy and my face was blotchy. You could tell I've been crying. I quickly turned on the car and rushed back to the hotel. I had to beat the boys so they wouldn't see me like this. When I got there I avoided the screaming fans calling my name and hid my face in my coat. I ran up to the room and immediately splashed some water on my face. A few minutes later the boys barged in my room. Liam was holding onto Niall's arm directing him into the room farthest from Harry's. When Harry walked in his black eye was very noticeable along with the tears streaming down his cheeks. We locked eye contact immediately as he mouthed "I'm sorry."
We waited for an hour as the clock eventually turned to 11pm. It was still pretty early. The minute I turned on the news I saw my face everywhere, my fight, my run away, my past, my tears, my love affair with Niall and Harry, and my sweet, sweet Logan. It was all coming back. Soon the hate would sworm in all over twitter. I'd be even more hated for breaking Niall's heart and who knows what I did to Harry's. When the news kept going on and on I had enough and shut it off. Eventually all the boys were chilling in the same room, except Harry. "Dude, let's go to the club!" I finally suggested, frusturated with my emotions. They all looked at me and considered the idea. "Yeah mate I need some drinks." Niall said sadly. "Me too." Harry said quietly as he walked into the room. I saw Niall glare at him and squeeze his chair, but I ignored it. Tonight couldn't get any worse, I thought to myself. But I was wrong. So wrong.
When we arrived at the club it was pretty busy since it was the weekend. Harry had made it very clear that he was going to pick up a girl tonight especially after Marissa left him today, and every time he spoke I could see Niall tense up. This was my fault. These two are brothers and I made them like this. I had to fix this, I just didn't know how yet. I immediately walked over to the bar and ordered shots. Sure I stopped drinking after I got caught, but this was more than necessary. Plus I was drinking as Tyler not Taylor, no biggie. Zayn and Harry went on the dance floor to talk to girls while Louis and Liam sat on the lounge couches talking. I was alone at the bar and I didn't know where Niall was. I was already on my third shot by the time Niall appeared next to me.
I felt dizzy and the last thing I needed to do was say something I'd regret. "What you drinking for?" he asked as he took a shot. "Uhh... Vanessa broke up with me today.. Yeah." I sighed trying to make it believable. "Ah man I'm sorry to hear that." he said patting my back and then took another shot. Wow, he was really hurt. "What about you?" I asked shyly. "This girl, you know the Taylor one I was talking about this morning. She kissed Harry, or Harry kissed her and it was just a big mess. Sucks, its like whenever I find a girl I really like, she just leaves me heartbroken. And I shouldn't have punched Harry, it's just he's my best friend. I guess everyone's right when they say don't trust anyone but yourself." he sighed looking down at the ground. All I wanted to do was hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay, but I couldn't. "Well maybe you should talk to her." I managed to say. He shrugged as we both picked up another shot. "To broken hearts." he said with a sad smile and our glasses touched in the air. That was the last thing I remember.
I woke up to the noise of the shower being shut off. I turned in my bed and groaned. I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't. My head hurt way too much to even function. I quickly lifted my hands to stretch as I sat on the edge of my bed. I then slowly opened my eyes to stare straight at a white wall. "What the..." I whispered to myself. I whipped around to look at the rest of the what looked like a hotel room? But not the the boys' hotel room. Where was I? I looked down at my hopeless body and gasped. I was butt naked. I quickly grabbed a blanket to cover myself as I headed over to the window. What happened last night? The last thing I remembered was taking shots with Niall. Damnt Tay, this is why you stopped drinking. Damnit, damnit, damnit. I opened the window curtains and looked in awe at the sign. Motel 6. WHY WASN'T I AT THE HOTEL? How did I get here? I heard more noise coming from the bathroom as I began to pace around the room. Had I slept with a girl? Because the last time I remember I was Tyler...my eyes then quickly widened as I brought my hands to my head. I slowly brought them down as I felt my normal hair, still curled from last night. Where was my wig? I quickly dashed over to the bed and found it laying there with Tyler's clothes. What the hell happened? Where was I? Who the hell was I with? WHAT DID I DO? I couldn't even finish my own thoughts as I heard the bathroom door open. I slowly gulped as I waited for someone to come out. I felt my mouth drop as I looked into those green eyes. Harry.
