End Of The Day [A Niall Horan & Haylor Fanfiction]

Two Paper Airplanes

A/N: So, I've really got to update OT&OC along with every other story I'm writing on FFN and FP, but I feel like updating this one, so people will have to just deal with it. :)

PS: I just want to remind everyone that this is FICTION and I make up events and stuff. So yeah. . . .Don't think that anything that I write here is true. :) The story, not the A/N's.

Taylor's POV

As we near the hotel, Perfect begins playing on the radio. I shoot a glare at Harry and he just shrugs mouthing "You asked for it,". I just roll my eyes and turn my attention back to the very interesting conversation that Louis and Niall are having about hotel food. I glance at Courtney and notice that she's doing the same. I also notice that Niall's hand is still holding hers. It's really sweet actually. I smile at her and she just grins and gives Niall's hand a little squeeze. I hope that they end up getting together because they'd make a really cute couple.

xxx

I sit awkwardly on the couch in the guy's suite. Courtney seems to really be enjoying herself, wrapped up in her conversation with Niall. Louis and Liam are having a loud conversation in the kitchen and Harry went to his room as soon as we got here. So that leaves me, all alone.

I knew that I shouldn't have come. But Louis somehow convinced me to, and he wasn't even paying any attention to me. I know that he wants me to go and talk to Harry, but that's really the last thing that I want to do.

I stand up, mumbling that I have to use the bathroom to freshen up, even though I know that no one hears and walking down a random hall in the huge suite, trying to find one of the bathrooms, I mean there must be more than one. I stop in my tracks though when I hear a strange noise, almost like someone is crying. I backtrack a little and find the room that the noise I coming from.

I rap my knuckles softly on the door several times.

"W- who is it?" a deep raspy voice that I know belongs to Harry asks, cracking on the last word.

"Are you okay Harry?" I ask, not even bothering to answer his question.

"I- I'm fine, just go away Taylor, I don't want to talk to you," Harry says and I let out a sigh.

The truth is that even though I'm not exactly on the best terms with him, it breaks my heart to see him hurt. I'm too nice.

I sigh once again and open the door, pleased to find it unlocked. A small gasp escapes my lips. Harry is sitting on his bed, his head in his hands, sobbing. I can tell that he's trying to be quiet, but it's not working. My eyes burn with unshed tears as I walk over to him and sit down next to him on his bed, pulling him into my arms without thinking twice.

"Harry, what happened?" I ask, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"Everything's falling a- apart, Taylor. I- I just can't take it anymore. I used to think that the lads and I w- would always be friends, but the rumors and lies and management and everything is g- getting to us.

"L- Louis and I used to be best friends, b- but the rumors of us being together started getting to us and it started to become awkward. And the others, they're all mad at me because I had a huge fight with Zayn, a week before he left and they all think that that had something to do with him leaving. And I really hope that it didn't because we all really miss him. . . ." Harry broke off in another strong fit of sobs and I just hugged him tighter, burying my face in his curls.

"And you Taylor. . .I- I've been thinking about you a lot. . ." Harry says, pulling away from me a little so that our faces are only inches apart. I bite my lip and look down at the green and white comforter, I've been thinking about him a lot too. I'm almost always thinking about Harry. I'm pretty sure that he knows that too. . .I mean you don't have to be a genius to figure it out.

"W- we had a lot of fun together, and I really liked being with you. I swear, Taylor, I never meant to hurt you. . .I never cheated on you, I never even though of any other girls when I was with you. . .I know that you think of me too. . ." Harry trails off, staring at my chest, smiling stupidly.

"My eyes are up here," I say, getting kind of annoyed.

He looks back up at me smirking.

"I like your necklace," he says.

Crap. I think, blushing furiously.

"It's a nice necklace," I defend. I shouldn't have worn it today, I knew that there was a risk of seeing Harry today. But I never take it off.

"I still wear mine too you know," Harry says, untucking his own, identical paper airplane necklace from his shirt. A small smile escapes my lips. Harry smiles too and brings me back into his arms. We just sit like this for several minutes before I pull away, frowning. I shouldn't be here with him right now. I can't get back together with him. I can't hook up with him. I can't be friends with him.

I can't let Harry be part of my life, because we will both end up being more hurt than we already are in the end. I couldn't take it if he broke my heart again.

I will do everything I can to help One Direction though, I don't like seeing them like this.

"I- I have to go Harry. I'm sorry," I say, sliding off his bed and walking towards the door.

"Taylor! Wait!" Harry jumps off of the bed and runs over to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me against him, "Don't go. . ." he says.

"I have to Harry. I can't do this anymore. We can't turn back time, no matter how much we want to. We can't act like nothing ever happened I'm s-"

I'm cut off by Harry's lips on mine. I melt into the kiss, just like I always have and wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Harry backs me up against the door and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waste. Harry bites down gently on my lower lip, and I part them, letting the battle for dominance begin.

Then suddenly there's no wall behind me and I'm falling. Then I'm on the ground and there's laughing. I open my eyes and am met by Harry's beautiful green ones. He's holding my upper body off of the ground with one arm and with the other he is supporting himself.

"I knew it!" I hear Louis exclaim and I quickly pull myself away from Harry and stand up.

"I'm leaving. It's been fun," I say.

xxx

As soon as I get back to my hotel I email Zayn. I haven't spoken to him in a while, but I promised myself that I would help 1D, so I'm going to.

I'm not going to ask Zayn to get back with them or anything. I'm just going to ask him to make sure they know that he didn't leave because of his fight with Harry.

To: Zayn
Subject: Hey, it's Taylor. Read this, it's important. :)

Hey Zayn! I know that we haven't talked in a while but I just just hanging out with the lads (we're all in London) and Harry's really upset. He's sorry about the fight and he things that the others think that you left because of it (I still have no idea what it was about) and I'm sure that you didn't. Anyway, they're all having some hard times with rumors and the whole Louis and Harry thing, which I'm sure you don't need me to explain for you. I actually found Harry crying earlier. So yeah. . .just maybe talk to them? I'd also love to hang out sometimes. I miss my Zaynie!
~~Taylor

I don't even bother re-reading the email before sending it. I'm surprised when I get a reply after only a few minutes.

From: Zayn
Subject: Hey Tay Tay ;) (that rhymed!!!!!!!)

So you spent the day with Haz, that must have been. . . .eventful. I'm staying in London too, no one knows so shhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You can drop by my hotel tomorrow whenever, I've got nothing going on this week. I'd love to hear about your time with Hazza. Why were you with them anyway? Never mind just tell me tomorrow!
-Zayn

A/N: I cried while writing this chapter. :(

I apologize for the sucky ending and the really stupid emails, but whevs. . .