Half A Heart

Chapter 1 - Taylor

"To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves."

I continue strumming my guitar, letting the tears stream down my face.

'I still remember the look on your face

Lit through the darkness at 1:58

The words that you whispered for just us to know

You told me you loved me so why did you go away?

Away

I do recall now the smell of the rain

Fresh on the pavement, I ran off the plane

That July 9th, the beat of your heart

It jumps through your shirt

I can still feel your arms...'

I stop singing as the tears flow down my face, causing my voice to waver. I miss him so much...and he left. Under the pressure of my management...my stupid management.

It was love...pure and true love. And it just got thrown away because of my career. But now...now he's famous as well.

I should have seen this coming...a girlfriend.

"Grow up, Taylor," I say, wiping my tears away as I put my guitar back on my stand "He's happy with her...and you should just move on."

I stand up and walk into my bathroom, looking at my reflection. My eyes are puffed up from crying so much, my skin is blotchy and I'm just...ew.

I take my hair out of my ponytail and brush through it, letting it cascade over my shoulders. I turn my straightener on as I wash my face, trying to get the color back to normal. I start straightening my hair after I finish with my face. I make sure my fringe is pin straight as well before I finish. I do my makeup quickly, concealing the red blotches on my face as well as doing my flicked eyeliner and red lipstick.

"And here's another day," I say as I walk back into my room, shoving my feet into some black lace ups. I look over my outfit before sighing.

Navy blue jeans, a fox jumper and a maroon trench coat.

I venture out of my room but I stop, my hair already annoying me.

"Ugh," I say before grabbing a hair tie and pulling my hair back into a ponytail, leaving my fringe out. I sigh and grab a yellow scarf on the out. I was just about to leave the house when my phone rings. I groan before answering it.

"Taylor speaking," I say in a monotone voice.

"Taylor, get to the office now," Paula says and I sigh.

"What now? Aren't you tired of making me do things against my will?" I spit out and she sighs.

"Just get here," she says before hanging up. I let out an agitated scream before grabbing my brown leather satchel and leaving my apartment. I ride the elevator down and exit into the lobby, smiling at the receptionist.

"Morning, Wanda," I say and she smiles.

"Hi, Taylor," she says before I exit the building onto the street. I begin my treacherous walk toward the HQ of my management. I put my earphones in and blast The Rolling Stones I Can't Get No Satisfaction, instantly walking to the beat. I bop my head slightly to the beat as well, shoving my hands in my coat pockets and snuggle my chin into my scarf, instantly feeling the chill of the New York weather.

I look around me, seeing the love sick couples weaving through the thick crowd on the sidewalks. I gulp around the lump in my throat as I take in their expressions...love, happiness. I had that...

I shake the thoughts from my head and focus back on my walking, weaving through the crowd of thick bodies. I notice the widening eyes as people recognise me, but I try to ignore them and focus on my music.

After a good three songs, I make it to the HQ and turn off my music, putting my iPhone away. I walk up the four flights of stairs, not bothered to wait for the elevator, and I stop in front of the door, like always.

What are they going to make me do this time? Make me like Madonna and Miley? Miley used to be an innocent girl...but she changed. Then we drifted apart...

I let out a long sigh and rest my hand on the doorknob, twisting it and opening the door.

"Taylor, you're here!" Paula says happily and I force a smile and sit down, that's when I notice the extra person here.

"Who's this?" I ask and he turns around. My stomach drops and I feel my face pale.

No, please no...anyone but him.

"Taylor, this is Harry Styles," Paula cuts through my thoughts and I look up at her, pleading with my eyes.

"I know who he is," I say and I look back to him, he has complete recognition all over his features.

"Well, Harry, this is Taylor," Paula says, turning to the curly haired boy. Tears are already threatening my vision.

"I know," Harry says slowly, his eyes trailing over my features. I blink back tears.

"Well, I called you two here for a reason," Paula says and I sigh, rolling my eyes as I meet hers.

"Let me guess, you're going to make me date one of his bandmates?" I ask, not bringing myself to say his name. Harry sighs.

"That's the plan!" Paula says cheerily and I scoff, leaning back into the chair and folding my arms.

"I can't believe you!" I yell "After all the trouble you put me through, making me date five guys for publicity, now you're making me date someone who is sharing the same career as my one true love?"

"Precisely!" Paula says and Harry stands up, walking toward me. He pulls me in as my tears escape my eyes. I can't help but cry into his chest. He strokes my tied up hair.

"It's okay, Taylor," he whispers and I sigh.

"So, you two will go on a date today in Central Park," Paula continues and I roll my eyes as I snuggle into Harry's chest "We'll make sure the paps get photos, then you guys are free to go."

"Don't worry," Harry says to me "We'll have Lou and Tom with us."

"Lou?" I choke out, already freaking out.

"Lou Teasdale, she's our stylist," he reassures me "Don't stress, Taylor."

"I'm sorry." I whisper back and I turn to Paula "If I dont do this?"

"No Guy Sebastian as a guest star on the red tour in Australia," she says and I sigh, crossing my arms.

"Let's just get this over with," I say, grabbing Harry's arm and leading him out of the conference room.

She could have chosen anyone...anyone but she chose his band mate. The boy that he shares a career with. And now I have more of a chance of seing him...him.

I already lost the love we had...now she's trying to force love between Harry and I.

Please, you can't force love...