The Misleading Tales of Harry Styles

Flashing Lights In My Mind

Taylor's P.O.V




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I stared at my phone, unable to form a proper thought. I just received a shocking text from Harry, my "boyfriend". My first reaction was to run. To run and hide inside an abandoned cave and never come out again. I have to say, what was written on the screen before me, was more than shocking. It was absolutely disturbing. Apparently, he "couldn't wait to see me naked tonight at 7 at his place." All I could hope for was that my dirty American mind was mistaking something totally innocent and harmless for something quite disturbing. But something didn't seem right about the whole situation. Harry claimed that he wanted me to meet him at his place, naked, yet he despised me. I saw it in the way he looked at me, the way he talked to me. I could hear the venom in his voice and the hatred burning in his eyes. But, now he wanted to see me naked?The only solution I could come up with is that he sent this text to the wrong person. I tried to reassure myself that it was nothing personal, but it seemed unlikely that something this big could ever be sent to the wrong person. My name was never mentioned in the text so maybe..maybe what? He was cheating on me? My gut clenched, not with jealously, but with irritation. I wasn't jealous, oh heaven's no. I was angry. Angry, partially because if that text had been meant for someone else, Harry Styles was nothing more than the backstabbing womanizer everyone claimed him to be. I know Harry hated me, and I know that I could barely stand the site of him. But, I never really had a chance to be close to anyone, with being famous and all. But with Harry also being famous, I thought maybe he would understand. That maybe we could at least be friends.




I knew that I couldn't be friends with a womanizer. I wouldn't allow it. So there was only one thing left to do.




I texted back.




'Excuse me?'




I hit the send button and waited for a reply. We were supposed to be meeting management for dinner in just half an hour. Why would he send such an inappropriate text at such an inappropriate time?




My phone dinged, signaling a new text.




'Hey, babe ;) I said meet me at my place at 7 tonight and we can have some fun.'




I blinked, stared, and texted back.




'U no this is Taylor rite. And u know that u have to pick me up at 6:45.'




He obviously didn't know if he had the nerve to joke around with something so-




My phone dinged again.




'Yea, I do.'




At that moment I really felt like throwing up. And maybe bang my head against a wall while I was at it. I didn't know what had gotten into Harry, but maybe management knew something about it.




I waited for Harry to pick me up so we could head to the Olive Garden. I swear to god, he'd sure as hell get it when he got here.










Harry's P.O.V