At the End of the Day...

Chapter 23

This first things I see are her legs. They look endless as they make colossal strides towards Harry and I. Although she's already tall enough, she's wearing a pair of abnormally high beige stilettos and she walks in them with complete ease. As I continue to look at her, I notice she's wearing a mini dress very similar mine. It's strapless and red, making me feel very self conscious as I know who's wearing it better. It's as if she's walking in slow motion - she lifts one of her arms up to flip her short blonde hair behind her shoulder. My eyes finally travel up to her flawless face. It's as if she knew what I was going to wear. She too is wear a bold lip with a black wing.

I gulp loudly before turning to look at Harry's face which has now turned completely pale, and she finally reaches within our vicinity.

"Harry," she greets him with her broad American accent and begins to smirk, as if she has won something. I honestly don't know what to think. Why is she here? How is she here? What does she want? Will Harry forget about me? 

Harry musters a cough as I begin to shrink into non-existence. "Taylor," he finally greets her, and I'm grateful when he wraps his arm around my shoulder.

It's weird having Taylor Swift stand right in front of me. I'm not short per se, but Taylor makes me feel like a child. She hasn't looked over to me yet, which I'm kind of glad about but also kind of annoyed with. Is she going to say something to me? I think I'll probably pass out purely because I'm so scared. I can feel everybody's eyes on us and I immediately feel even more anxious. 

Finally, after a moment of silence, her gaze falls on me. I never really thought she was all that pretty, but seeing her in person really takes my breath away. She begins to smile warmly - too warmly - down at me. I try to muster a small smile back but I feel like I probably look constipated.

"Hey, what's your name?" She asks me in a condescending tone. It's as if she's speaking to a child. I take a deep breath. I'm going to show her and Harry how I can stand up to a fucking A list celebrity. I need to be confident. I've had problems with confidence throughout my whole life but now I feel some kind of fire burning inside of me - it's telling me to stand up for myself.

"I think you know who I am," I tell Taylor with as much confidence as I can. I feel like I can hear a snicker amongst the few people who are near us - possibly Louis'. Fuck yes.

"Sorry...I'm not sure I do..." She looks around innocently, but I know she is just trying to make me feel like I'm nothing. She was the one who messaged me in the first place!

"Weren't you the one who messaged me - over Twitter - asking me to stay away from Harry? My boyfriend, I may add? You know exactly who I am." I add a sarcastic tone to my voice as I gain more confidence. For a split second I see a flash of embarrassment cross Taylor's face, but as quick as it came, it's gone again. How long is this going to take?

"I was just telling you to stay away from what's rightfully mine." She folds her arms, which in a way makes her appear more powerful but I know that's her way of being defensive. 

"What's rightfully yours? So he's a possession now is he?" I laugh bitterly but still continue to feel nervous deep down. I cant help but think that Harry might go back to her - especially now that she came all the way here...

As a response, Taylor laughs too. I'm surprised Harry hasn't spoken up, but I guess I can understand that he might be in quite a bit of shock. His grip tightens, but I don't want to look at his face. 

"You look really...erm...cute tonight!" She puts her hands on her hips with sass, and I imagine myself ripping her whole head of hair out. Fuck her. Who does she think she is?

Well, Taylor Swift - one of the most followed people on Instagram. Whoops.

I decide to make the best out of her comment. "Oh, thanks! I know I do. What do you think Harry?" I turn to Harry and finally look into his eyes. He leans into me and puts his lips to my ear. I feel Taylor's stare burning a whole through the two of us.

"You look fucking amazing." Harry says this as a whisper, but loud enough for Taylor to hear it. 

"What about me Harry? Do I look 'fucking amazing'? Or better? I know I look better than that little girl." Taylor pouts her lips and bats her eyelashes over in Harry's direction. Did she just call me a 'little girl'? Ok, fuck this, I've had enough. She needs to go. Nobody wants her here. Nobody is backing her up.

"What the fuck?" I suddenly vomit the words out - I literally couldn't stop them. I hear a few gasps come from around the room, but I don't care. Just as I'm about to open my mouth again, Niall opens his.

"Hey, hey. Give it a rest." He approaches the three of us and puts his hand on my shoulder in a way to show that he is supporting me. "Taylor, I think you should go."

"Is she sleeping with you too, Niall? I would not be surprised, she looks like a little sl-" I feel my face go red with anger and Harry finally speaks up, interrupting her.

"Get the fuck out of here, Taylor. What are you even doing? You broke up with me! You didn't want to be with me! If you don't leave, we all will. Won't we?" I hear various murmurs of the word "yes" come from around the room.

"Is that it? You're trying to get revenge? Are you trying to make me jealous, being with this low life? Who even is she? Actually, no, I can answer that myself. She is nothing." Taylor's words cut through me like a knife would. 

"First of all, no, this is not revenge. Not everything revolves around you. I can't believe after months of being apart you still don't get that. I don't want you. I will never want you. Second of all, this so called 'low life' actually has a name. Her name is Eva, and she is the sweetest, most compassionate, kind and caring woman in the world. And I love her." The stab wounds from Taylor immediately heal and my heart almost bursts from Harry's little monologue. I'm so glad he said all that. It shows that he isn't ashamed of me, and that he truly does love me. I, too, love him so much. 

Interrupting my thoughts, Harry leans down to kiss my lips for a few seconds. He never ceases to amaze me, and I still cannot believe he is turning down world class Taylor Swift for me. 

But then I remember that nobody is more important than anyone else. Taylor may be fabulously rich, good looking and famous, but we are all equals and that means she shouldn't feel superior to me. This is why Harry and I work. He doesn't care about me not being famous. I don't care about him being famous.

"You guys are so lame. This will never last." The words slightly sting but I try to push them to the back of my brain. "Harry," Taylor turns to Harry and puts her delicate and perfectly manicured hand on his shoulder, which he looks irritated by, thank god. "You have my number if you need me. When you need me." She adds. As she turns towards the door, she knocks me and I almost fall over as I'm practically asphyxiated by her overly strong perfume. 

As soon as she's out of sight, Harry wraps me up in a tight hug, and Lottie, Louis, Niall and Liam - among others - approach the two of us. 

"Are you ok?"

"Don't listen to her, she doesn't know what she's talking about."

"I never really liked her."

"Sorry, Eva, but can we please eat? I'm starving!"

I begin laughing at Niall's request. He always knows how to lighten the mood. And to be honest, I am ok. Harry just turned down his ex for me, who he loves. 

I think I'm perfectly fine.

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EEEEEK TAYLOR WHAT A BITCH SHE WAS IN THIS CHAPTER. WILL SHE RETURN? WILL HARRY REGRET TURNING HER DOWN? :))))))))))) xxxxxxx pleassseee vote anyone who reads this is would mean so bloody much to me