LOVE HURTS feat. Selena Gomez

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CHAPTER ONE

"Mhm, yeah sure Olivia, prepare the briefing I'm on my way." Taylor said, as she made her way to her home after her concert.

Fifteen thousand people had attended her concert but none of them could've wondered in their wildest dreams that Taylor Swift had more to her than just being a grand pop star.

Her car swerved on the end of the street and came to halt outside her home.

She quickly made her way to her room, where her cat was waiting for its mistress, sprawled on her be with all her feline glory.

"Olivia! Ugh you're so lazy. Come on! You gotta brief me up on the mission."

Taylor said, as she slid down a piece of brick on her wall, exposing a set of buttons and levers.

She quickly punched in some numbers, and pulled down a red lever.

"Jump up, cupcake." Taylor reckoned, and Olivia jumped on her shoulders as the wall behind them flipped over to expose a full-fledged secret chamber.

Taylor made her way to her seat, in front of which was a giant display, which gave her an overview, of what was going in the city.

It might seem rather ridiculous but it was no joke. The greatest pop star of all time was a secret agent, who had trained in all ways to fight menace in the city. Her furry friend, Olivia Benson, who she'd named after her favorite character on a TV show, was her assistant who helped her through her work, monitoring activities going on, briefing Taylor on the missions she had to go to and occasionally snubbing out the rats in her house.

"So what's the status Olivia?" Taylor asked.

"Olivia?"

She looked all around and found that her little partner was playing with a big ball of yarn, rather than giving Taylor what she was supposed to.

"Olivia Benson! You come here right now!" Taylor shouted.

"I should never have bought this."

Olivia scurried back and leapt in front of the giant screen to brief Taylor on the menace going on in the city. She wore a strap around her neck, which actually converted her thoughts into speech so she could talk to her mistress.

"After your concert ended, your fans left the concert hall and made their way to their homes, but this group..."

Olivia zoomed into the screen, which showed a trio of cars leaving out the concert hall.

"... Suddenly vanished. Poof. Gone like that. I did close examination of the footage and found something. Look."

Olivia fast-forwarded the footage, which showed the cars paving their way through a lonely road and coming to a halt. They drifted to a stop as they saw a man in the middle of road, who hadn't been there a moment before. He was a lean man, with long hair and having a kind of uncanny aura around him.

"Pause there." Taylor said, dreading who the man might be.

"Zoom in."

Olivia zoomed in to the face of the man and all the color drained from Taylor's face.

"No way." Taylor said, blinking her eyes fast, as if it would change the reality that as in front of her. "Him!?" She exclaimed, now furious about the man who would dare hurt her fans.

"Yes Tay, I fear so." Olivia said.

"It is him. Harry Styles."

The footage displayed Harry stopping the cars and reckoning the drivers to get out. He then knocked them out cold, punching them like a piñata.

The other people got out of the car, and suddenly three black cars appeared and Harry put the knocked out drivers in one and commanded the other people to get in the remaining cars. He then entered one of the cars and sped off, leaving nothing but a trail of dust and smoke behind him.

Anger rose to Taylor's face.

After all this time? Why? Didn't it all blow up in her face after what happened?

Is this what it looks like? Is this what betrayal looks like?

Now Harry was all up in Taylor's business. Taylor had stretched at all limits to forget him, to ignore him, to get him out of his mind. But oh, it was so sad to think about the good times, Tay and him.

Taylor's mind went back to their early vacation in January.

Virgin Gordia. That was the place where they went to celebrate. Celebrate love. Celebrate them. Celebrate happiness. Oh she still remembered the fun they had. All of the pranks, the jokes, the laughter, the jolly times.

But most of all, Taylor remembered being shattered.

Torn up in a horrendous mental turmoil. Being heartbroken by the one she thought was the only one that understood her. That hurt. That hurt Taylor a lot. Now she knew why it was called 'falling in love'. Because falling hurts. Hurts real bad.

"How dare he! How dare he mess with my fans? What does he think of himself? Did he think we'd be fine? I still got scars on the back from his knife. So he better not think that it was the past, because these kinda wounds they last and they last now." Taylor couldn't help but recall all the memories that she shared with him. And each memory was like rubbing salt in the wound.

"Where is he now?" Taylor asked, standing up and getting ready to settle this once and for all.

"On it." Olivia said.

Taylor punched some buttons and an arsenal of stealth and pain appeared in front her. Combat boots, hunting knives, lipstick laser, and toxic blushes, every possible thing was here.

"Here, I've sent the coordinates to your phone. You should probably get going."

Olivia said, jumping down the table.

"Thanks." Taylor said, adjusting the straps on her combat boots.

"I'll be back by supper."

The wall adjusted to its former self as soon as Taylor and Olivia came out.

Taylor had a new business to attend to, and itwas not going to be easy for her    

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 24, 2016 ⏰

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