Prince of Playboys (A Haylor Fanfic)

9 ~ Immature

~ HARRY'S POV ~

    I carried Taylor towards her room in the palace, ignoring the presence of my family. I placed her gently on her bed and tucked a lock of hair to see her face. She kept mumbling my name somehow, but I can tell that she is saying it with anger. Unable to resist her, I lie down next to her.

    I stared at the high white ceiling as I thought about how can I explain to her. She should understand that I am actually protecting her from getting hurt. The memory on that Tuesday still lingers on my mind, and I couldn't help but to rewind that again and again.

   What happen on last Tuesday was I saw Taylor being faced to danger. She was facing those two blondes who I call them bitches. They hurt my Taylor by insulting her and shoving her to the ground. The insults didn't hurt her as she stands on her ground, but then, it really hurt when her face landed on the floor. She was still strong, but she didn't want to make it worse, so she ran away from them. I, the mighty Prince of England who witness the suffering of her soon-to-be wife, did nothing but to watch her suffer because I was still too stiff to do anything.

    After Taylor ran away, I stood up in front of them and tried to threaten them. It didn't work. They knew that they are almost as powerful as me because their father is a multi-millionaire, so they fight with fire and firearms me. They blackmailed me that they would hurt more of Taylor 'if' I don't date the elder sister, Amber. I left with no choice.

   She told me that I should do whatever she says, and she said to skip classes with her. For my... 'fondness' to Taylor, I obeyed. It was all like that until today when I saw her with my once-called best friend. I can't do anything though, or else Amber would be shooting daggers at me. I lost my temper when she suddenly kiss him. I knew she kiss him, but I still want to punch that back-stabber in his face.

    I always wondered, why am I acting this way? Why am I acting all nervous when I'm around her and get jealous easily? She is a pretty girl—the prettiest girl I seen actually—but it was not myself. I can get any girl and use them, yet to Taylor, it is like a challenge with an impossible mode difficulty. She hates me, which makes her kinda cute, and she is the kind of girl that I felt differently.

  I think I just lost the meaning of girls.

  "Harry..." Taylor mumbled as she faced away from me. I made her face back to me as I grab the white blanket and tucked us both in. I stared at her oval face and caressed her cheek with my thumb. I held her closer to me and kissed her forehead.

   I didn't want her to get hurt again, but there is a chance that she will because of me. If she doesn't believes about me protecting her, I'm just going to hurt her even more. I sighed. I don't want her to know, but it should be the right thing to do—to tell her that I won't let her suffer.

   I need todo the right thing, the thought keeps lingers on my mind until I fell asleep with her on my arms.
  
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~ Taylor's POV ~

   I woke up still feeling dizzy as if the world is spinning now. I groan softly as I held my head. I face to my right and check the time, which says seven-thirty. Then, I stared at the oak wooden floor with my eyes wide, but my sight blurry.

What had happened last night? I asked myself. Then, I suddenly felt someone behind me sitting up. I instantly frown when I guess correctly who he is. He touched my shoulder and rub it gently, trying to know if I wanted to talk. I tried to ignore him.