In Love With My Bandmate (IN PROGRESS)

Eyebrows, Anger and Flirting

Louis' Point Of View

"What?" I sit down on a chair. 

"I just remembered something. The driver had blue eyes. Bright blue eyes."

 I try thinking of people with blue eyes. I can think of many. But which one of these people would want to kill Taylor? Well to be honest, there are many people with blue eyes that would love to kill Taylor. 

"Do you remember who it is, then?"

Taylor rolls her eyes. "Of course I do."

"I am sorry, your majesty." I reply sarcastically. "Well then, who is it?"

"Cara." I raise my eyebrows. Cara who?

"Cara Delevingne."

The model with the famous eyebrows?

I frown. "But why would she want to run you over? And doesn't she have blond hair?"

"She was probably wearing a wig, genius. And...Cara and I have history."

I get comfier in my chair. I have a feeling that this is going to be a long  and interesting story.

"So..you have probably heard that Cara is gay, right?"

I nod, wondering where she is going with this.

"Well..Cara and I were very good friends at one point." she pauses. "At least I thought that we were good friends. Cara thought that we were more than friends. So one day while we were hanging out in my apartment, she leaned in and kissed me." I gape at her.

"I didn't pull back immediately even though I wanted to. I didn't want to hurt her feelings. But then she started...groping me." Taylor shudders.

"I stopped her there. She became really mad at me. Funnily enough, she left without doing anything. She did start a lot of rumors though. And I am pretty sure that its her that ran me over. She must have heard that I was pregnant." she finishes.

I don't say anything for a while. I need time to process this. "Does Harry know? About you and Cara?"

Taylor shakes her head. "No. But I am going to tell him. Soon."

I sigh. "All right." Harry is not going to be happy about this.

Harry's Point Of View

"What do you mean you can't do anything without proof?!" I shout at the police officer. The officer looks irritated.

"I mean that we can't arrest Kendall Jenner without having actual, physical proof that she is the one that tried to run Taylor over."

"But we already have proof! Taylor can probably identify her! She has brown hair and she is a model and she happened to be in London." I try to calm down.

The officer shakes his head.

"WHAT MORE PROOF DO YOU FUCKING NEED?!" I stand up from my chair and leave the room, shooting the other police in the room a fierce look.

"Mr. Styles!" I don't bother to stop and listen to what he has to say. I leave the police station and go on my phone to call one of the guys.

Might as well grab some food.

"Harry?" I turn around to see Louis standing there.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I guess I haven't recovered from my anger.

"Why, hello to you too." Louis mutters sarcastically.

"What do you want?" I can't be bothered to deal with more drama.