Time Share; A Haylor Fanfic

Chapter 3:

Chapter 3:

I smooth my hands down my dress as I greet my father and his plea to talk. For some reason the unbareable nervous atmosphere transferring from Mom to Dad and back to me. I glance at my mom for reassurance but she offers none, just looks uneasy as she tries to situate a pillow that doesn't need fixing. Dad coming home is a big deal, and the fact he looks so excited about it gives me butterflies but why the nervousness..

"Taylor, I've been offered a huge job deal directing a major film production starring an studded cast!" Dad blurts out excitedly, mom suddenly losing her focus on the pillow to smile widely. I stand up immediately to embrace my estatic father. Why are they so secretive about it, though? Why wouldn't I accept it? Hmm.

"Dad, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you!" I murmur into his shoulder before returning to my place on the chair after he motions to sit back down. He glances at mom and gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Tay- There's a catch.." He says, looking into my eyes. My heartbeat picks up. This is what I had worried about. I knew there was a catch, there had to be. Think, Taylor, think. "You aren't going to like it but- in order for the movie deal to go through and the biggest actor in the business to stay, you must marry Tony Styles son, Harry for a one year term." He braces himself with his eyes shut tightly. But I don't respond, just stare forward in shock. I don't move at all, don't speak or even breathe.

"Honey, this is a really big deal, and it's only for a year of living with this boy and acting as his wife for one year." Mom stumbles out suddily. I can't, not Harry. Not that arrogant little jerk that I can barely look at without cringing. But dad... this is his only shot at a real big time job, his dream. This could be his big break just by me spending a year in the same house as a guy. Tears prick my eyes behind my closed eyelids.

"-It's, um, its okay. If it's your big break, dad, i'll, uh, i'll do it. I'm done after that year. But should you know, if I have to get along with that arrogant little prick, I can't do it." I state with an unsteady voice that I barely maintain. They seem taken back by my words but dad immediately shakes it off and attempts to hug me but I brush past him and up the stairs. In no situation should a young woman have to marry a man like Harry, it's absolutely demeaning and-and. Ugh.

"Taylor, wait!" Dad shouts after me halfheartedly, mom grasping his arm to pull him back as I scramble up unwavering. Why me? Why me...

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••Harry Styles' POV••

My father has called me into his office/bedroom area in which he works and conducts meetings. He smiles at my entry and motions for me to sit at his bedside.

"Now, son, tell me how are you?" He asks in the deep, musky tone I inherited. A lot of features were passed down to me from my dad but the majority comes from my mother. My eyes, for example, come from mom but my curly hair originates from my father.

"I'm well, dad, and you?" I ask as tenderly as I can. My tone has been subjected lately, even to my father which is my one area of weakness. Well, not really lately, ever since moms death.

"I'm getting sicker, Harry. Can you do me a favor?" he asks.

"Anything," I speak eagerly. He put me in my position today, and he rarely asks for a favor. He probably wants me to run a company or something.

"In order to take control of my vast social empire, you must have a bride. And I've took the degree of finding you a suitable one that has a father that I've known for a very long time." He speaks and before I can control my anger, I stand quickly. In what ordinance does he have to arrange a marriage in my life. I have no intention to ever, in my life, get married. I'm perfectly happy as a free bachelor.

"-But father, why would this girl be so desperate to marry a guy and go along with this so-called 'marriage'?" I put air quotes of the fake term. The girl has to be a slut or something if she'd willingly go into something blindsiding her way through. Father pulls me down back to the seat where I had stood from.

"That is another part where you come in, he has a star-filled cast-movie for which you'd be starring in. You be in that, he gets the actors and movie deal, his daughter gets her dads dream to come true and you get a mistress and a kingdom." He takes my hand in his on the bedside.

"How long does the deal last?" I mutter, clenching my other hand.

"Harry..-" I cut him off.

"How long?" My teeth grit.

"One year until everything with the movie deal is done." He sighs. I release one of my own.

"Okay, i'll do it.. for you though. Who is this girl anyway?" I ask nonchalantly. Odds are I've dated her before, as I've gone out or bedded almost everyone in town around my age.

"'Atta boy! Her names Taylor Swift, you know her?" He asks casually back, patting my hand. My eyes shoot wide at her name. The only girl that's ever made me question myself or who's even turned me down from anything. The one girl that has a weird affect on me that turns me into something I've only seen myself become around my mother. My confusion turns into anger as I stand once again.

"Yes, I do. Thank you, father. I'll do it, I think I need some time to soak this in." I stumble trying to get out. I need air.. and a beer.

"Alright, my boy, love you, be safe!" He shouts behind me as I close the door to his office. Marriage. Movie. One Year. Taylor. I dial the closest friend I have left, Niall, and decide to meet at the local bar. I could drink a whole gallon right now.

With that I'm out the door and heading towards the pub.