A Haylor Story (EDITING)

Chapter 50 - Interruptions, Interruptions

Hey Guys, Cianel here! I am really sorry for not updating. I AM SO SURE NO ONE WILL EVER READ THIS BECAUSE OF MY SLOW UPDATES. I've been through hard times since this June and it's so shitty. Anyways, I am going to answer some Q&A's that y'all are waiting for (some of you kik-ed me).

1. Hallie and I are 69 years old.

2. Yes, we are Filipinos.

3. Twitter - @sxmmersnothot

                   - @hannahbaarts

4. Instagram - @whadduplike and @hannahbaarts

5. My snapchat - hashtagtayswift

6. Kik - ChantelleAndrea and hannahbaarts

7. We are bestfriends, but we don't go to the same school anymore.

I just realized Hallie kept her username still the same, I feel bad for myself.

Anyways..

Chapter 50

Miley's P.O.V

"You wrecked me."

I sang the last part of the song, looking at him. The guy I thought I would love forever, the guy I imagine my future with.

"Miley, are you okay? You look like you're going to puke or something."

I heard Demi say as I went back to my seat. This is what I love about my best friends, they can always make me smile. Hah, smiley Miley, the irony.

Suddenly, my cellphone rang and I heard Taylor's ringtone. She could've picked a better ringtone.

"Hey, uhm, Miley? This is Taylor. I'm cancelling our sleep over tonight. Something important just came up."

I wonder what that is.

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Taylor's P.O.V

"And we can't stop woah!!!! And we won't stop woahh!!"

Munch.

"We run things, things don't run we!"

Munch.

"Don't take nothing from-"

"My sing along session and sulking with "Cianel and Hallie Ice cream" was interrupted by a knock from my door.

"This better be good-"

I can't believe this. Harry is in my door step. The guy who I struggled to be away with was now few inches from my body. Not to mention, who I've pushed so many times from my sight.

I sighed as I realized I'm over-thinking again.

"Hi." Wow. That made this situation 1234567890x awkward-er.

"Uhm, hello." I've pushed a single strand of my hair behind my ear. What a girly thing to do, Tay.

He smirked because I'm guessing he did that because of my actions.

"Mind letting me in?"

I rolled my eyes as he realized he just made a perverted statement. Ugh boys and their minds and their dicks.

"Sure."

I opened my door widely for him to come in (LEGIT WAY OKAY).

"I miss this house." he stated proudly.

"You've been here?"  I asked, confused why he miss this place when it's actually his first time here.

"Yeah."

Wait, doesn't he have an amnesia? How can he remember all of this?

"I know what you're thinking. How can I remember all of this? I think I owe you an explanation."

"I think you do!"

"Shall we sit? This would take a lot of time."

"Whatever, just get straight to the point so you can go home and fuck your bitch which you so called Cara."

His face was shocked, mainly becasye of my use of words. It's barely for me to swear. Huh, maybe I've changed alot.

"Look, I'm not seeing her." His voice is so cool I want to throw it to the mouth of Cara's vagina.

"I don't care. You're my past, she's my past, I'm forgetting every bad choices that I made the last time. I don't even know why I'm talking to you and wasting my damn time instead of being productive like having a sleep over!"

"We CAN have a sleep over." I DO NOT LIKE THE PERVERTED HARRY.

"I swear, if you make any perverted remarks, I'm going to kick your sorry ass out of my house!"

"Woman, won't you chill a little bit?"

"NO."

"Fine. I faked my amnesia."

I guess I saw that coming.

"Really? Well that's a great news! Now would you please get out of my house before my cat wakes up and sees us fighting?"

"Okay, first of all, that's your cat, not your daughter, and now I will not -"

"Ugh what do you want from me?"

"You."

We were soon interrupted by a drunk Taylor Lautner inside of my house.

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QUESTION OF THE DAY:

WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE CHAPTER OF THIS BOOK?

LATERS, BABY. ;)

- CIANEL