i'm alright | haylor |

five

*Major Flashback In This Chapter*

Taylor's P.O.V

"Gemma. This is Taylor." Harry introduced us after I stepped away from him about 6 feet

"I know who she is. But why is she here?" Gemma asked harshly

Apparently I was not welcome here....

"Because I asked her to be." Harry said plainly

"But why? This was supposed to be a family Christmas." She snapped

Harry and I exchanged glances. I could tell me being here was going to end badly. I wasn't even sure why I was here. Maybe it was to be happy. Or maybe it was to get Harry back. I don't exactly know.

"You know what? I'm just going to sit on the couch with Sasha. Okay?" I said as I politely exited the room

I walked towards the couch and sighed. What was I going to do? I wasn't even welcome here.

"I take it that didn't go well?" Sasha asked, sitting up and making room for me

I smiled. "No. Not at all. I don't think she likes me very well."

"That's just how she is. She just...doesn't know you yet. She's really cool once you get to know her."

"Thanks Sasha." I said with a smile

Harry's P.O.V

"Gemma! That was rude." I scolded

"I'm sorry. It's just...I heard what she did to you." She said while shrugging her shoulders

"That...was for the best. We couldn't handle a relationship, with all the paparazzi and stuff. We're just friends anyways." I lied

I wanted more than anything for her to be my girlfriend again.

"Oh really? You guys seemed pretty close for just friends." She stated

"Well, we're just friends." I lied once more

I saw Gemma smirk and shake her head. I sighed and walked towards the living room, knowing that Gemma didn't believe me. I saw Taylor laughing on the couch with Sasha. Once she saw me she shot right up and put on a straight face.

"Does she want me to leave? I don't want to be a bother or anything." She asked while rubbing her hands together.

"No! I mean-you can stay. She's fine." I told her truthfully

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." I stated

A grin appeared on her face and she looked at Sasha.

"Great."

*****

I straighten out my shirt, hoping I didn't look like I'd been on a plane for nine hours. I combed my fingers through my hair and couldn't decide whether or not to put it into a pony tail or leave it straight out. Harry looked over at me and smiled.

"Taylor, you look fine."

"But, is fine good enough for your mother?" I retort back

I couldn't help but smile as Harry rolled his eyes. I heard the door squeak open and in walked Mrs. Styles. I was scared and nervous and more scared. She eyed Harry and I grinned. I was trying to be as positive as possible without looking like a fool. Mrs. Styles set her groceries on the kitchen counter and turned to us.

"Hi. I'm-" I started to say but quickly got cut off

"Yes, I know who you are. You're plastered on every wall in America." She snapped with an indescribable look.