Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

Sorry I haven't updated! 

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Harry's POV

I woke up to a massive headache, a hangover. Ugh. This is so bad. I rise up to get some Tylenol, but I saw Taylor. Her little hand just reaching out for me and handing me those pills. My eyes were still closed due to blurry vision, so I couldn't see her beautiful face.

"Oh thanks babe," I said. Wait. Wait a second. She's not returning a kiss, or 'you're welcome honey,' or even a giggle. She just stood there. 

I waved it off, she's probably just tired.. I hope. 

After having 2 pills, I dozed off to sleep.

Taylor's POV

(A/N: this is before Harry woke up ^^^^ so yeh don't get confused ❥)

I watch him sleep. I watch him let out slight snores. I watch his chest. I watch him breath. He seemed so innocent. But his picture, sure changed when I saw him at the bar. Why did he lie? I didn't think too much, all I was worried about is his hangover. It's getting worse. He was coughing, like all night. I had to get paparazzis to help me and unveal my hoodie. Oh my. What a night, last night. 

But still, why would he lie? And why was he at the bar?

Because of the boredom, I grabbed my phone and turned on some news. Something clicked. Maybe the paparazzis caught him. At the bar? hmm.

I searched the name: Harry Styles 

and scrolled down through the blue normal safari page on my iPhone.

Let's see:

One Direction planning a traumatic break up because of Country-Star Tay Swift? pshh people these days.

TAYLOR PREGNANT! HARRY STUCK! What the actual fuck.

and then there it is. Last night's news. I pressed on it and had to jump when Harry moved around on his bed, his moves are always so sudden.

Then there's the article.

"One Direction's Harry Styles caugh kissing ex-gf Emma Ostilly? SEE PIC HERE" 

My heart sinked. Is it real? No it's not. Taylor Alison Swift, stay calm. 

But I need to see, like for real. With my actual blue eyes. I clicked the button and there it is. Emma. and Harry. My heart sank at it's deepest. But I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I didn't panic. I didn't show any emotion. I just stood there frozen. I just stood there. Processing it all, on that wooden chair. All alone. No one with me. Mom. Austin. Dad. Selena. NO ONE. I was alone. 

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I just stood there. 5 minutes. 30 minutes. 1 hour. 2 hour. Harry started to wake up. I didn't say anything. I just knew that I had to leave. But not with him in this condition. I grabbed the tylenol pills, knowing that he'd find it eventually.

"Thanks, babe" He said. That voice. Is that really him? The picture I mean. Is that him? Is he this person in front of me right now? I couldn't believe it. I didn't say anything. Again, I just sat there, blank.

Harry's POV

I woke up. Again. I need her. I had a headache and tylenol's being a bitch.

"Taylor?" I called out. No reply. "Taylor?" 

There was nothing but footsteps, I grinned. Yes! I need a cuddle. But instead of the girl wearing neon aprons over a loose sweater with short jeans, she wore a dark varsity and black skinny jeans. And the girl that always manage to pull a smile, was apparently, shooting a glare at me.