Loved You First

Chapter 31

Taylor's P.O.V
"Why are you here Taylor?" He snapped, sitting on the bed with the cellphone in his hand. Ouch.

"Couldn't you hear me?" I asked, calmly stepping inside.

"I did. I just didn't want to answer," he said not looking at me.

"Why?" I questioned.

"Why? You have the nerve to ask why?" He stood up throwing his phone on the bed.

"Look, I am sorry," I apologised looking down to my feet.

"You're sorry? That's it?" He raised his voice.

"I could say the same to you!" I yelled back.

"How many times to tell you I'm new to this, Taylor? I told you I never dated before, didn't I? I did what I did just to make you feel what you felt. I felt the same when I saw you kissing him! You say you want me and then you go around kissing him? Do you know that it hurts?" His voice cracked in the end making my heart skip a beat.

"I'm so sorry, Harry. He kissed me. I didn't kiss him. I—"

"What do you mean?" He cut me off.

"I mean, I thought it was clear to him that I chose you, but when he kissed me I was shocked. I had no idea what to do. Trust me I left that very minute!" I begged.

"I could rip his head off right now. His dare he kiss you without your permission?" He fumed.

"Hey hey.. It's alright. I'm sorry. This won't happen again," I said caressing his face with my hands.

"Call him and tell him you don't want him," he asked.

"I will when I go home. I promise," I said, softly.

"Okay," his breath was now on my face. He closed the space between us and kissed my lips. It was a hungry kiss.

"I'm sorry. I said those words just to hurt you," he added.

"I know," I kissed him again. This time his tongue slipped into my mouth making me whimper.

He pulled me by my waist pressing me harder to his bottom. His kisses went to my jawline and slowing nibbling my earlobe.

"You're mine," he whispered hoarsely.

"Yes," he bit my lip making me scream.

"Only I can kiss you like this. Only I can touch you like this.. Yeah?" He pressed.

"Yes," I hissed.

He then scooped me in his arms making me blush hard as he smiled to me. He slowly laid me down on the bed, "Harry, I— Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll come back later," Mr. Styles gasped as he came inside the door and shut it right after.

"Oh my God," I screwed my eyes shut and looked aside.

Harry burst into laughed and plopped next to me.

"How can you be laughing?!" I was totally embarrassed.

"Your face!" He laughed harder.

"I hate you, Harry! This shouldn't have happened," I covered my face with my hands.

"Oh, don't worry. It'll be fine," he said, controlling his laughter.

"No! How do you think it's fine? He's your father and my.. My fathers best friend!" I practically and dramatically cried.

Harry's P.O.V
"No! How do you think it's fine? He's your father and my.. My father's best friend!" I literally thought she was going to say father in law. How idiotic of me.

"Babe, don't worry. I will talk to him," I assured.

"How? I mean, how will I even face him? What if he tells dad?" She groaned again.

This girl can be seductive as hell and now so embarrassed just because my father saw us on the bed together. Well, we weren't doing anything. Not like we weren't going to, but it's fine. Well, I'm sure Dad will be hell pleased by me and Taylor being together. He's been pestering me to stick to one good girl and I'm sure Taylor is his type. Well, I never thought she'd be of my type, but I really like her. I mean, she's totally different from the other girls I've been with. She's sweet, funny, caring and sexy as hell. Well, Gemma likes her. Not like, actually love. She never liked any girl she's met before with me. She always pointed something or the other. Well, I knew she was crazy for a few girls in the magazines but I didn't know Taylor was one of it. I hadn't seen her pictures, because I don't go through girls shit. Especially, Gemma's. She has given me a pasting for ruining her collected works. Since then, no touching her things.

"Harry?" She called out.

"Yeah? Sorry," I looked to her.

"I said, I have to go home," she spoke.

"What? Why?" I frowned.

"I told everyone I'll be home for dinner," she said.

"No. Stay with me. We'll eat dinner here," I suggested.

"Harry, no," she refused.

"Why? We can even go out if you'd like," I requested.

"Okay okay! We'll eat here. Going out will be very hectic. Paparazzi and all," she said and I agreed. I had to inform mum that Taylor will be eating dinner.

"Okay, let's go meet Gemma," Taylor said trying to get up and I stopped her.

"No, you're not going anywhere. Besides, she's at her friends place. She will be coming home in some time. Till then, you're mine, Swifty." I grinned ear to ear.

"Bring it on, Styles," she challenged and my hands went to her stomach tickling her.

"Harry! Hahah— Harry, stop!" she laughed gasping for air.

"Please! Stop," she begged and I stopped.

"This time you're saved," I winked and took her in my arms.

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"Dad, you know I don't like anyone not knocking before entering my room," I whined standing in his room.

"Harry, I'm extremely sorry but it was important. I needed your signatures on specific papers," he ran his hands through his hair.

"Okay, but don't bring it up. She's embarrassed," I stated.

"I know she is. I know her very well," he smiled.

"And how's that possible?" I nosed in.

"Because of her parents. I've seen you both grow up. You fucked up and she didn't. She's a lovely girl. Take care of her and don't her ever. I won't bother to take her side." He threatened.

"Geez. Yeah! Now, I gotta go. I've to tell mom Taylors waiting for dinner," I said to him.

"Oh, that's fine. I've told your mom already," he said and I thanked him leaving his room.

Taylor was in Gemma's room having a fun talk with her till I came here to talk to dad. I singed the papers he asked me to sign on and left his room making my way to Gemma's.

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