So Wrong. So Right (Laylor short story)

Chapter One

(A/N

Just so you know, I don't have anything against the managements of 1D or Taylor Swift, or anything against any of the other characters :)

 Love is never certain, then again, who said the definition of certainty was love?

The warm August breeze clipped my lightly tanned skin, sending sensations of pleasure through my body. I calmly continued strolling back to the luxurious Nashville apartment that I called my own.

I was taking a leisurely stroll through the beautiful park, something I did whenever I was bored. To me, it was like reading a good book, I could be taken away into a completely different mind frame or situation. 

As I listened to the carefree birds sing and heard yells from young children playing in the evergreen trees, my eyes fell onto the couples in love, tightly holding hands, and playfully whispering secrets into each other’s ears. They looked so happy. Everything was perfect to them.

Mindlessly, I came to remember my previous love. It had been about one year and seven months since we had broken up, but I couldn’t bring myself to forget, or to move on from Harry Styles. His contagious laugh, mesmerizing emerald green eyes, irresistible good looks, and, most of all, his grounded personality made forgetting him impossible.

I felt a hot, salty tear spill out from one of my electric blue eyes. I immediately brushed it away and started to speed walk back to my expensive apartment. It only took 3 minutes, and I was glad for that, as I needed to take my mind off him.

I may have loved Harry with all of my heart, but I still hadn’t forgiven how easily he let me go. Don’t get me wrong, we had eventually made up and were now friends, but when our managements had told us to break up, whilst on our peaceful holiday may I add, Harry didn’t even try to keep us together. I guess his career, and my own for that matter, are more important than love . . . Aren’t they?

My large mahogany door creaked open and I made my way inside. I sat at the vintage colored island table in the well-used kitchen and took a bite of a ripe green apple. I did prefer red apples better than green ones, as I found red ones sweeter and more to my taste, but, it was just an apple after all.

The juice of the apple dripped and stained onto my short baby blue dress, so, as soon as I finished eating the juicy fruit, I walked into my room to change clothes. My room was unexpectedly clean, with only a few clothes scattered on the soft brown carpet. I was quite surprised that I hadn’t thrown those clothes out yet, as I only wore most of my outfits once, for the media’s sake. My comfy queen sized be was fitted with cream colored coverings, placed in the middle of the large room, and a few of my favourite guitars were leaning against the pale walls.

As I was searching or something reasonable to wear, I picked up my old red and white spotted bikinis. The weather was definitely hot enough to use the outdoor pool, so why not? I stripped my clothes off and pulled the bikini on, covering only a small part of my skin. I used a wet cloth to remove most of my make-up, and decided on text my best friend Selena Gomez, to see if she wanted to join me.

Without waiting for a reply, I walked down to the large apartment pool. Thankfully, no one else was there, so Selena and I could just catch up, not having to worry about eavesdroppers.

After I had relaxed by myself for about 5 minutes, I heard Selena’s voice, bringing me back to reality.

“Hey Taylor. We haven’t talked in ages!” She greeted. I smiled and gestured for her to join me in the pool. She didn’t need to be told (or gestured) twice, and instantly jumped in next to me.

After about half an hour, Selena grabbed her phone and looked at the time.

“Taylor, I’m so sorry! I have to go to a studio session. Maybe we can catch up again some other time? This was nice.” Her voice was sheepish, yet genuine.

“That’s fine.” I nonchalantly replied. “We’ll definitely catch up again, hopefully before I release the next album.”

She smiled and we both dried ourselves off with silky towels. Selena made her way to her red car, and I watched her drive off.

I stifled a yawn as I made my way back inside, momentarily siting on a stole at the dinning table. It was 5:30pm, and I didn't want to cook anything over a hot stove, so I decided that I should skip an unneeded dinner and catch up on sleep. I wasn’t hungry anyway.

Plus, who knows, maybe tomorrow I will wake up, and find that I’m completely over Harry? It's not like I've been saying that for a year now, is it?