I Wish You Would - A Haylor Fanfic

Chapter 20

Taylor:

"Harry! HARRY!!! WAAAKKKKEEEEE UPPPPPP!!!"

I shake Harry's shoulders vigorously, yelling his name in a panic. I just woke up because my leg was asleep, and now I know why. Harry's lying beside (well, beside- on top) of me, plus it's already 2 in the afternoon, 3 HOURS after we were supposed to be at the airport.

"HARRY! WAKE UP OR I AM LEAVING WITHOUT YOU!"

His eyes jerk open and he tries to clamber out of the pile of cushions surrounding him, murmuring tiredly,

"I'm awake, I'm awake. Jesus Christ, calm down."

"IT'S TWO. P. M. ALREADY. HARRY!!! COME ONNNN!"

I scramble away from him, stubbing my toe on the corner of the table and howling in pain as I do so. Harry fails to suppress a laugh behind me, and I whip around, shooting him the most terrifying glare I can muster. He raises his hands in mock surrender,

"Right, not funny. I'll get up. Hang on,"

Agonisingly slowly, he rolls off the couch, and I hear a crunching noise as he lands on a packet of chips. I scrunch up my face in disgust as he pushes himself to his feet, wiping the crumbs off of his shirt.

"While we're young, please."

I sigh as I start to swerve around the furniture, heading to the bathroom with my arms full of clothes. I can't lie, I've been really looking forward to wearing my own clothes. I mean, Harry's clothes are comfortable and all, but they don't compare to my shimmery crop-top-and-skirt combos and leather Chanel purses that I have lining my giant wardrobe at home.

Today, however we're beginning our 16 hour journey to the UK, so I decide to go with something a little more simple. I've gone for a flowing pastel dress that really reminds me of what I used to wear all the time a few years ago, and I spin around like a little girl when I finish changing, watching it fan out around me.

I know that I mainly wore it for Harry, knowing that it gives me a gorgeous figure, but I decide to push that out of my mind and instead tell myself that I wore it because it's comfortable and I like it.

"Taylor? While we're young, please?"

I let the thought go, and instead smile at Harry's comment, opening the bathroom door to see he's made quite an effort too.

His elbow's resting on the handle of his suitcase by the door, and I can't help but gasp at how handsome he looks. He turns and smiles at me as I scan him head to toe, taking in his silky, white shirt, three buttons undone of course, and his skin-tight, black jeans.

'Well, come on then! We're just a teensy bit late, so I think we'd better leg it to the jet, alright?"

His voice snaps me out of my daydream, and I manage to grin back at him before he's opened the door and walked outside, beckoning for me to follow.

I hurriedly grab my suitcase from behind me and follow him out. As we walk, he reaches his free hand out behind him, and I instinctively take it, letting him pull me along, before opening the door for me.

I feel butterflies flutter in my chest when his cologne hits me, and I blush, for reasons I can't actually explain, as he shuts the door behind me. He takes his seat next to me, and winks at me before starting the car.

"You alright?"

I nod slowly, still mesmerised, as he turns away and starts to drive.

As I watch the silhouette of Harry's house fade away into the distance, I know already, these few weeks are going to be perfect.

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Harry:

A childish grin sits itself on Taylor's radiant, red-lipped face as I start driving. She's wearing a glamorous yellow sundress which fans out around her, complementing her figure amazingly.

So far today has been the best day since we got back together after the award show, and that's saying something, seeing as so much has happened since then. We both just seem extra in love with each other today. It could be because we are both finally rid of our horrific ex's and free to be in love, or it could just be because we're on our way to London together. Yeah, that's probably it.

Taylor yaps excitedly about all the things she can't wait to do when we get to London, apparently having forgotten that as soon as we step outside together, swarms of people are going to immediately be taking pictures, which will soon be on the front of every single webpage that exists, and everyone will know why we left the awards...

Everyone will know that we abandoned our dates. Everyone will know that we were cheating. Everyone will know- I push the thought out of my head and focus on Taylor, staring out the window and telling me about her favourite pizza places in London.

I glance over, and see how breathtaking she looks in the dim, pinkish glow of the afternoon sun. Her blonde hair curls softly around her chin, looking a warm shade of baby pink under the low sun, which also makes her eyes reflect brightly and invitingly.

Long shadows are cast upon her, drawing out a city skyline on her face, and turning her dress into a deep orange hue. I study the empty stretch of road ahead of me and spot a little side-alley to pull into.

"Harry? Are you sure you're going the right way?"

Taylor questions me, a suspicious smile on her face. All I do is roll the car to a stop, in a dark, uninhabited alley sheltered by derelict buildings on either side. A look of confusion flashes through Taylor until I lean in towards her.

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