Taylor's Revenge (Taylor Swift/1D FF)

Chapter 23

~Taylor’s P.O.V~

Yesterday was quite lovely. I guess you can say we both just frolicked around the town like a bunch of childish teenagers. Edgribum was true to her word, the paparazzi followed us everywhere.

It was fun actually. It would have been a good end to a day that started horribly if I didn’t know what to expect when I got home.

There was no PDA involved. We really didn’t have to anyway. Let media assume.

We came home rather late. I honestly blame the traffic on the hound of paparazzi hired to follow us everywhere. The lads were already asleep when we reached the house.

Eyes still crusty from slumber, a feeling of mortification washed over me. I wasn’t just nervous, I was currently feeling terrified.

How was I supposed to face the other lads? How the heck was I suppose to face Louis?!

Dragging myself out of bed, I took a shower first; taking time to think about how much trouble I’m in and escape plans. The only possible escape plan I could think of was to run out before anybody could wake up but I would have to come back eventually because I wouldn’t have time to pack.

 It was still 6 in the morning when I came down to the kitchen.

I was usually the only one awake during this time of the morning so imagine my surprise when I walked in the kitchen to find a very grumpy Louis Tomlinson waiting for me.

“Do you have something to tell me?” he said, his voice hostile.

I immediately felt overwhelmed by guilt. I wanted to tell him but I knew I couldn’t.

And since I know how to handle situations like this (catch the sarcasm), I did the most irrational thing in the whole world. I played dumb, “Like what?”

“Like this!” he growled, making me wince. It wasn’t friendly at all; it was a very spiteful growl. He was holding up his phone showing the same picture on the magazine Edgribum showed us yesterday; only this time, it was located in a collage with pictures of yesterday. He raised his voice; something I’ve only seen and heard him do once.

“Lou—“ I started but if there’s one thing I know about someone going through a rage, it’s not to interrupt.

“If I recall correctly, you told me the revenge plot was over. You told me you wanted me for real. And now this happens?!” he scolded, making me helplessly grip on the kitchen counter behind me, “Goodness gracious Taylor, if you and Harry were running off for a date, you should have at least told us you were coming back late. We had to order take out because of you!”

I opened my mouth to reply but he wasn’t over yet.

“Who gave you the right to play around with my emotions? Gosh, I sound like a woman but do you know what? I have the right to sound like one!” He was standing up now, walking closer to my petrified form.

He stopped right in front of my face; his only a few inches away from mine.

“I trusted you.” He hissed, sending unexpected shivers of guilt down my spine.

He pulled away. “I guess you got what you wanted, huh? Taylor always gets what she wants.” He bitterly said, going back to the chair he abandoned only a few seconds ago.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Before tears could stream down my face, I ran. I ran out the room, up the stairs, to my bedroom to lock myself in. Because of my grief, I didn’t even notice the figure of a blonde boy right outside the door of the kitchen.

~Niall’s P.O.V~

 Oh, crap.