Turning Tables (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Eleven

Ok so most of you know that I've been writing a lot lately. Cait has just been busy and hasn't been able to get on but she has been feeding me ideas! She will be writing most to all of this chapter! Caitlin has returned! XD Anyways here ya go! Chapter eleven! ~tatertot

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Harry's POV

After mine and Taylor's date, I took her home and went back to the hotel. She insisted that I should go and stay there with Niall not wanting to leave him alone for long. I walk into the hotel's lobby and straight to the elevator. So far we've only been spotted by a few fans but a lot of teenage girls don't stay at hotels like this. I get off on our floor and walk down the hall to mine and Niall's room. I left my keycard with Niall so I just knock.

"Who is it?" He calls.

"Harry." I call back. He opens the door part way confirming that it's me before opening it all the way.

"Where have you been?" He asks. I told him about spending the night just not what I had planned today.

"With Taylor." I state blankly walking in. I kick off my shoes and strip to my boxers walking to my bed. We stayed out late and I was exhausted. Probably for not sleeping in the past few days. I hope I can actually sleep tonight knowing that she is mine. Niall closes the door and walks towards his bed and I flip over on my side closing my eyes.

"Well goodnight to you to." Niall says climbing in his own bed. He turns off the lamp and continues watching tv. I ignore him and try to think of her. She's the only thing that can give me a peaceful sleep, but she can also give me my worst nightmares.

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"Harry!" She screams. I jump out of bed and run to where she's calling me. "Harry!" She calls again.

"Taylor!" I yell. I run throught the living room and into the kitchen where he is holding her hands above her head against the wall.

"Get off her!" I scream. I try to reach out to her but something holds me back. I pull at my curls. "Let her go!" I yell again. He turns and smiles at me evily. His hair is a mess and his eyes are bloodshot. She whimpers as his grip tightens on her wrists.

"Harry." She whispers once more as a tear slips from her scared blue eyes.

My eyes shoot open as a I sit up in bed. My breathing is heavy as I look around my surroundings. I look beside me but she's not there. I wish she was here, beside me, telling me everything would be ok. I tug at the roots of my hair and wipe the sweat of my forehead. I get up and walk into the bathroom splashing cold water on my face and putting some in a cup. I sip from the cup and try to calm myself down but I will never be able to do it like she does. I throw away the cheap paper cup and walk back to bed grabbing my phone. It's already five in the morning so there's no use in trying to go to sleep right now. I scroll the many social media apps on my phone replying to a few fans here and there. Mine and Taylor's relationship hasn't been publicly announced yet but she's already getting hate. Although all the hate there are a few fans that stick up for her and respect them. I spend the rest of the long morning playing games. I'll be able to see her soon but I'm not going to disturb her sleep with a text message or phone call. I'll I can do now is wait for the sun to rise.

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