Just Kidding

How You Get The Girl

||So there isn't any confusion, the beginning is a memory that Taylor is having. She just got home from the bar. So this isn't another time.||

Taylor.

"Would you stop shaking your leg, it's making it hard to drive." Harry said while we were stopped at the red light.

"You drive horribly with or without me." I snapped. "I can't help it, Harry."

"You could try." he grinned sourly at me and slammed on the gas.

"This is your fault! I wouldn't have to go today if it weren't for you pushing your mom on me!" I yelled. "This is such bullshit!" I felt like I could cry at any moment. Either cry, or hit Harry in the face with a brick.

"Oh my god, are you ever going to let it go?" He yelled back.

"No! It is so strange meeting your parents so soon and now I have to sit with your entire family!"

"We have been dating for almost a year!"

"Seven months is not a year!"

"Almost!" He hissed. "Just remember you were the one that agreed to go?! Remember? We should do it! We should meet your family and talk about marriage and having babies right away!" He imitated me.

"I never said that!" I snapped again. "Just drive, and don't speak to me."

~

"How long have you been dating?"

"Are you guys going to Grandpa's funeral?"

"Are you guys living together?"

"How many kids do you want, Taylor?"

"I hear wedding bells,"

It was like I was at a press conference and paparazzi were all at once asking me their questions. Except instead of bombarding me with questions about an album or a movie, I am being pried open to talk about my love life.

And as of this moment, I'm not feeling the love part.

Harry kept his hand on my thigh for comfort. Even though I was pissed off at him and all of this anxiety was his fault, it still felt nice to feel his warm touch. I could tell he was nervous as well so if this is what made him feel better, I'm glad.

~

After dinner with Harry's family, and after having some desert, Harry and I left his childhood home. When Harry signaled he was ready to leave, I was sitting with Gemma. She apologized on behalf of her family and, of course, I said it was no big deal.

We were currently in the car. Harry was driving and I was leaning my head against the window. I think Harry knew I was still upset, because he wasn't saying anything. I couldn't even hear him breathing.

When we got home (my apartment), I went into my bedroom and got undressed. I put on some fluffy pajama bottoms and a tank top. Harry came in when I was adjusting my shirt. "Hey," he said and leaned against the door frame.

"Hey." I said softly. I figured being mad wasn't going to get us anywhere. I got in the bed and looked at Harry, silently pleading he would come and lay with me.

"I'm sorry for tonight." He said quietly. "And you know, I'm sorry for inviting my mother on our date. And I'm sorry for crashing that bike." He looked at me, almost like he was about to cry.

"Harry?" I got out of bed and walked over to him. "Is everything okay?" I asked and pulled him to sit on the bed with me.

"I've been a shitty boyfriend." He says, not looking at me.

"It's okay." I shake my head before I get distracted by Harry getting up.

"No, it's not, Taylor." He started getting loud again.

As soon as his voice was being raised, I felt a wave of exhaustion hit me. "Harry, if you're looking for a fight," I didn't finish. I just felt so tired and I wanted nothing more than for Harry to come to bed with me so we can talk about this tomorrow.

Instead of yelling, like I thought he would, Harry just untied his tie and sat on the edge of the bed. I watched him take his shoes and socks off, then his suit jacket, then he took off his belt. I crawled into bed, under the covers, and waited for him to join me.

After removing almost all of his clothing, he finally got into bed with me. We faced each other for a while. Harry started telling me a bunch of random stuff. He went from his childhood friends, to his favorite dish to use. It was all so random and after a while he started crying when telling me about his dad and mom. Then he told me about how horrible he felt and I couldn't help but cry with him.

We didn't even notice when the sun was coming up. Around eight or nine, we started getting tired and with Harry's arms around my waist, we fell asleep.

It's not like that anymore.

~

"Using this magic eraser will get rid of all stains, of any kind!" Australian sales guy told blonde bimbo with a bad nose job.

I was sitting on the couch, five in the morning, watching info-mercials, crying my eyes out over a guy who kissed another girl.

Harry texted me about twenty minutes ago saying he was feeling sober and wanted to "talk". I fought with him and told him I was over it, when in fact I definitely was not over it, and told him to go home and go to sleep.

What's hard about all of this is that I didn't want to talk about it at all. I was kind of hoping Harry would forget about it and we would never have to talk about this again.

How embarrassing. This is practically my fault. I told Harry I was leaving when I knew he would be surrounded by all of those girls the whole night. I left him around an open bar, all night. This was my fault. If I would have just ignored Matt from the beginning, I could have ended up having a great time.

I should have gone home.

Without another opportunity to mentally kill myself, I heard slow knocking at the door. I rolled my eyes and finished the coffee that was in my cup. I took my sweet time walking to the door, knowing the only person on the other side is the one who hurt me.

When I opened the door, I saw a completely different person than I expected. I saw Harry, but it was a tainted Harry. He had dark eyes that were dead from all of the alcohol in his system. His lips were still covered in red but under all of the makeup I could tell they were purple from the cold air outside. His posture was different than before. He was a different person in my eyes now.

"Taylor." His voice cracked and he let himself into my apartment. I shut the door behind him, making sure to make a lot of noise to hurt his soon to be hangover.

"I am too tired to fight with you, Harry. You can crash on the couch, but I don't want to see you when I wake up." I crossed my arms over my chest, hiding how hard my heart was beating in my chest.

I definitely didn't want to see him go, but I felt that he was safer with me than finding a hotel, possibly with Kendall, or trying to drive home, drunk.

"Please, can you just tell me how to fix this?" He asked before I grabbed the doorhandle to my room. Before when Harry would sleep over, I never shut the door, in case he needed anything, but now, I don't trust him and I don't care what he could need.

"Goodnight, Harry."

And just like that, my eyes filled with tears as I shut my bedroom door. I closed out Harry and I never thought I would.

I stayed up all morning just asking myself what I should do.

If I stay with Harry, I'll end up regretting him and just being mad at what he's done.

If we break up, I won't have him anymore.

||Comment below what you think Taylor should do?!||
P.S.||I'll edit tomorrow||