Prince of Playboys (A Haylor Fanfic)

7 ~ Playboys Never Change

Author's Note:

    Okay, before I start this chapter. I just wanted to say thank you for those who supported me greatly. I really appreciate everything he have down for me. :)

    And for the important part, I wanted to warn that this is the start of swearing and other adult stuff. It going to be explicit.

   Okay, that is all! Thank you for reading this! :D

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~Taylor's POV~

     I woke up feeling refresh. It was a wonderful day. I smiled as I sit up and stretch. But I felt something else than refresh, and it is a negative feeling. I felt something wrong, like there is something missing...

    Or someone...

     I looked around and see that I'm in Harry's room. He wasn't by my side, which kinda made me a little disappointed. Maybe he didn't sleep with me at all.

     What are you talking about?! You shouldn't be disappointed! You should feel relief because that prince playboy played you again!

     Agh, I wish you would help me out here, inner voice!

     I am helping you, idiot! Now run away before he comes around!

     I got up and look at my attire. I was wearing a pink nightdress, which kinda confuses me. What happen last night? Okay, uh... There is that boy with–

    What was his name again? Oh yeah, the boy with the same boy as me, Taylor Lautner.

    Then there is that fight with Harry, the crying, the view with the city with Taylor L., then that dinner, then the lake, then that kiss, then sleeping in his–

    OMG! Did I really kiss him and not fake kiss him?! What had happen?! Why did I kiss him?! Did I really like him?!

    Stay calm, Taylor. Take a deep breath and relax. It might be just a dream.

     Yeah, it might be a dream. I look down at my attire.

    Oh-my-gosh! Did Harry change me and not somebody else?! Eek! He saw me naked! What should I do?! What should I do?!

    My thoughts were interrupted by a chuckle by the bathroom. The door was slightly open and I thought I saw movement. Then, I hear a voice and another voice but it sounds static. Curious, I walk by the door and took a quick peek. I saw Harry in his jeans and– that was it, just jeans. So, wait, am I seeing him shirtless?

    Yep, I am seriously looking at him shirtless and I can't help but look at his bare chest. He was smiling but not at me. Then I heard say, "I know. I know, babe. You don't have to remind me about my promise every single time you called me."

    'Babe?' Okay, seriously. He is still the same person I know. Forget about what happen last night and just remember who he really is. I heard an unfamiliar voice.

    "Oh come on, cupcake. You know, I was trying to let you get away from what-her-name."

    I realized that he was on his phone and he put it on speaker mode. What an idiot. He knows that I'm here and he is putting secret calls on speaker mode. But the fact of me that I slept here make me remember of him changing me into night clothes. That made me blush like bloody hell.

    "Oh you mean, Taylor?"

    "Yeah, that bitch who thinks that you love her." Hey! Nobody says that b-word at me!

    "Yeah, she can be a bitch at times."

    OH, HE DID NOT SAY THAT! Okay, he crossed the line! Nobody should say that b-word at me! I mean, nobody! Or else they will be in hell before they could even breathe!

   "Oh, Harry, my cupcake. You're so funny! Anyway, I need to go! Don't forget our date! Bye!" *Beep*

  Okay, offense mode – on. Prince Playboy, time to met your doom for calling me a bitch and having a date with your slave!

    Oh wait, am I the slave? Oh yeah, I am the slave. So this must be Harry's best girlfriend and I'm just the second option. What a jerk! I crossed my arms and ready myself a death glare.

   Harry cursed quietly a, "Argh, finally! What an a**hole." He open the door and widen his eyes when he saw me.

   "And who is that a-hole you're talking about?" I gave him a death glare as I cross my arms. For a the first few seconds he was frozen, and now, he was smirking at me.

    "Why are you jealous?" He said with his sweetest, most irresistible tone. I'm glad that I know who he really is, and if I don't, I wouldn't be immune to charm.

     "I'm not jealous," I defended, "I'm only protecting our plan to love each other falsely," I stressed that las word.

    "So? We are not married yet, so I still have my freedom," he reason nonchalantly.

    "So you think you could just have fun while I can't. What happen to the agreement that we shouldn't be dating other people?" I cross my arms as I narrowed my eyes at him.

   He chuckled. My heart uncontrolledly skipped a beat as he tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear. It made me stiff while my cheeks heat up quickly.

    You unruly, betraying emotions!

    "Baby, we never say that we agreed not to date other people," he smirk. Damn, he's right. But I kept a serious face.

     "I don't care. Speaking of dating, who was the girl you were talking to?" I put my arms down and start clenching my fists — ready to punch that jerk any second. My embarrassment turn into anger as I stared at his eyes deeply with bad temper

     He hesitate to say something. He wet his lips as I raise my eyebrow. "She is just a friend," he lied.

     "Right," I laugh sarcastically, "A friend who you dated with and call her asshole."

      His lips tugged into a brief smile. "I can't believe that you that," he chuckled, "I thought you were a good girl."

     I rolled my eyes as his words remind me the wise saying 'Never judge by its cover.' "Just because I look like a good girl, it doesn't mean I can't curse," I told him seriously.

     He chuckled then walk pass by me. He put on a white shirt then went outside the room, still smirking.

     I can't believe that he would just walk away like that. He definitely is and will be forever a playboy. I went back to continue my preparation to another typical day in school... with him.

     Ugh, I wished my parents never have met the King and Queen. That way, I would be free right now.

     But I pondered about my parents. What is the reason that made me marry you-know-who? Why did they set up this fake marriage? And why it has to be me?

      I shrugged off the unanswerable questions as I went to my room and prepare for school.

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    Ugh, lame short chapter...

    Hi haylor fans! Sorry if it was short at the moment. I'm kinda busy with my work, but don't worry! I update a longer chapter! :)

    Anyway, gotta go!

~ Trisa_Girl