Prince of Playboys (A Haylor Fanfic)

18 ~ Murmurs

In the same night...
*Someone's POV*

    "Bitch! Where are you?!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

   "What do you want, asshole?!" She yelled back from the other side of the room. I got so pissed off that I slam my wine glass so hard that it shatters. It's just my luck that it didn't cut my delicate skin. But first, I have to take care of this slut, or maybe I'm the slut and she's the whore. Whatever!

   "Bitch, you better get your ass here or I will drag you here by pulling your hair!" I shouted.

   "Whatever!!" She yelled again as I hear stomps instead of steps. The door swing and revealed the person I needed. "This better be important," she crossed her arms.

    "This is important. I mean look!" I gestured her on the computer screen.

    "Oh hell no!" She crossed her arms.

   "Yeah, I'm sick of this bitch take away everything from me,"  I crossed my arms as I lean back on my chair.

  The prince of England, Harry Styles and his girlfriend, Taylor Swift are seen in New York, looking very happy together. Will they take their relationship to the next level?

   Ugh, that Swift should never mess around with me. That boyfriend-stealer should know that I can take her down. Wait, hmm...

    "We should do something about it," I told her.

   "Hmm... What are you suggesting?" She twitch an evil smile.

   "I think... instead of ruining her, we should find something that can ruin her boyfriend's family," I said with a satisfying smile, but she stood there with an raised eyebrow.

   "How's that going to work?" She asked.

   I stand up, "I got an idea." I whispered in her ear of the plan and agrees to every word I say.

   "Totally brilliant!" She smiled.

    "Yes, but where should we start digging some dirt?" She asked, then I think but have no idea.

   "I don't know. But girl, we shouldn't start now. We have plenty of time before they will get married," I pointed you.

   "Yeah..." She is thinking.

    I look back of the screen, boiling with jealousy and anger. "You should not take a boyfriend from me, especially it's Prince Harry. Once I get you out of his life, there is no turning back, because you wouldn't like it when your love of your life is...
doing something else while you're away," I chuckled an evil laugh and smile as I can burn that picture already.

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Next morning...
*Taylor's POV*

I stared at the awful girl in the mirror. I'm now going back to school after that trip in New York, and today is not the day that I look great.

I woke up with a heavy headache but I wanted to go school after I miss one day. I'm the good girl after all and I have to keep my reputation clean. But there is something bugging me last night. Why is I have this feeling that it would not be great day today?