Harry's POV
I just stomped off. My nostrils flared. I felt a stinging feeling in my eyes and a lump in my throat. I knew I would cry soon. I didn't even know why.
I can't be that weak kid she met yesterday... I had to be the strong me. Which wasn't exactly the real me.
I didn't want to be seen hanging around some dork just because of what happened yesterday.
I bumped into someone. Her eyes sparkled and smiled at me.
"Hi." She tucked her hair behind her ear. I gave her quick smile and apologised.
She said, "It's okay. Um, I'm Camila. You are...?"
"Harry, Harry Styles." I tried to give a geniune grin but my mind was on Taylor the whole time, it was hard to.
"Ahhh, British?" she asked.
I nodded.
She nodded slowly. "Well, nice meeting you. Hope you catch up with you soon."
Then, she strutted off. I grimaced at the smell of her strong smell of perfume.
I felt a heavy pat on the back.
"Looks like Harry's got a little admirer!"
Zayn chuckled. Niall laughed.
"She's way younger than me. Don't even think about it." I avoided their eyes and tried to search the halls for Taylor and Liam. But I couldn't see them.
"Looking for her already?" Niall teased. I rolled my eyes.
"Or are you finding that dork?" Zayn asked, frowning.
"Who? What? I have no idea what you're talking about." I hurried off if not I would be thrown with more questions.
I can't think or like her ever. Not Camila...
Taylor.
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his smile // haylor a.u.
FanfictionHarry was the bad boy. Taylor was the good girl. But when two worlds collide, everything will change. - ps. i wrote this in my early years of writing ,so don't be fooled by the aesthetic cover. read at your own risk and excuse my poor writing skills...
