Taylor Swift's POV
I sighed as I was drying my hair with a white towel. It's strange that someone wanted to listen to that story. It was boring to me. I never want to hear it coming from my mouth. I was walking to get my phone and on the exact time, it beeped. I just received a text from an unknown number.
The message read:
"Feeling better? -H"
H? Oh, right. Harry. I gave him a quick reply. I changed his contact details.
"I'm okay, Harry. How'd you even get my number?"
I threw myself on the bed as the phone beeped again.
Harry Styles:
"Selena. Your best friend."
You:
"So, you've met?"
Harry Styles:
"Yeah, back in school. Then I saw her walking around the street. I asked for your number."
I threw my phone on the bed and grabbed the nearest softest pillow. My phoned beeped again. Then, it beeped again.
One message from Selena, one from Harry.
Selena Gomez:
"Harry, the guy who said you know him, asked me for your number. Hope you're not mad."
And then,
Harry Styles:
"I have a plan. If you're sleeping right now, we'll talk tomorrow. If you're still awake, text me back and I'll call you."
I replied to Selena's message.
You:
"It's okay."
Then to Harry's.
You:
"Good night."
I layed on the bed, then lazily placed my phone in my first drawer. I turned off the lampshade's light. I closed my eyes, but then I heard my phone ringing. Nah, I'm not picking up.
The Next Day...
I heard loud noises -- loud, disturbing noises. "Taylor?" Someone was knocking on my door.
I yawned and stood up. "Uh, yeah?"
"Am I bothering you?"
"Uh, no, I've been up for hours," I said, followed by a yawn. After a few seconds passed by, my eyes were about to shut again and I can do nothing to stop it. Then, my head fell from my hand and I realized I was asleep again. "Who is it?"
"It's Selena," the owner of the voice said as the door cracked open. "Look, I know it's Saturday, but I need your help. Can you come with me to the Mall?"
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Unexpected Us // HAYLOR AU //
רומנטיקהTaylor Swift, a regular girl who is currently facing the pains of a fourth year, knows how much the whole population of students in her school, except her best friend, Selena, hates her-- the way she looks, the songs she listens to, and the way she...