Turning Tables (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Nine

OK so I want to aploogize for all the cliff hangers but I just can't help myself! I love them! HAHA! Anyways hope you enjoy chapter nine! Love you bunches and gobs! ~tatertot (P.S. I'm just writing the first part of this. Cait is writing the rest.)

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Taylor's POV

I stare at the screen of my phone. Why would he want to talk about us. There's nothing to talk about.

Me: There's nothing to talk about Harry. There is no us.

Harry: Yes there is. Don't say that. Can we do this in person?

Me: Harry, I don't feel comfortable meeting you in person alone. Not with the way your acting.

Harry: Please. I need to see you. I'm sorry for the way I've been acting. I just can't stand to see you with him. It rips me apart. Please.

Me: I'm sorry Harry just no. Leave me alone.

I put down my phone. I don't want Harry to kidnap me and take me back to London or something. There's no telling what he'd do to me while he's like this. I just can't risk it. Cait's face is getting better but it still hurts so I'm going to Starbuck's to cheer her and myself up. Yeah, I know she doesn't like Starbuck's but I do and I can get her a muffin or something. She refuses to go out with the bruise on her face so I go alone. I drive to the closest Starbuck's and walk in the door letting the strong smell of coffee talk over my senses.

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Harry's POV

Niall was begging me to go out and do something other than sitting at the hotel. He finally gets me out and we are going to the mall. I drive down the highway when Niall screams.

"Starbuck's!" He yells in my ear.

"What the heck Niall?!" I yell at him.

"I want to go to Starbuck's!" He screams.

"Ugh fine." I groan taking the exit and parking at the white girl capital of America. Niall stays in the car as I walk in and get in line. The line is long and I just want to go back home. Call me antisocial but I just don't want to be around people right now. I look infront of me to see what person is taking so long. Just order your coffee, it's not rocket science. The girl finally steps back from the counter and goes to wait for her coffee. I look away but then look back as a name is called.

"Taylor." The barista calls. The blonde girl goes to retrieve the cup thanking the young girl handing her the coffee.

"Taylor." I mumble and get out of line walking over to her. I put my hand on her shoulder pulling her to face me.

"Harry." She gasps when she looks up at me. Her mouth opens to say something but then tightly closing. Jaw tensing. She shrugs off my hand.

"Stay away from me." She growls.

"I don't have to. Now can we talk?" I ask.

"Harry." She sighs. "We don't have anything to talk about and I really don't feel comfortable doing this right now." She looks everywhere but my eyes. She's terrified of me. I can see it.

"Taylor, please." I try to keep my cool but she is making this difficult. I grit my teeth and ball my hands into fists.

"Harry, just please leave me alone." She says pushing past me. She's not getting away from me this time. I grab her wrist as she walks past me.