Drive » Haylor AU

22 - Outlaws

"We'll take on the world together, I'm Bonnie, you can be Clyde" ~Alessia Cara

The sky was cloudy, but bright, when I arrived at LAX. Luckily, no one on the flight had recognized me and I hoped that this would remain the case at the airport. Of course, it didn't.

Since LAX was a major arrival location for celebrities, I heard the unmistakable sound of cameras flashing as soon as I stepped into the terminal. I just rolled my eyes and tried my best to ignore them, not wanting to start a scene. The baggage claim took forever, of course, and so I spent at least an hour in the airport before I finally caught a taxi.

"Where to?", the driver asked. He was a middle-aged man that reaked strongly of sweat and deodorant, just as the cab did too.

"Oh, right. One second..." I reached into the pocket of my jacket and fished out a slightly crumpled piece of paper, that Selena had scribbled Niall's (and Harry's) address on. I handed it to him.

"Harvard Park?"

I nodded, making him raise his eyebrow(s) as he wound into traffic.

"That's not really the nicest place for a girl like you to be, aye?"

I rolled my eyes. "Neither is this."

That shut him up.

Seeing as it was around 5pm, the streets were bustling and we had a hard time getting through. It was nearly an hour later that we stopped on a small bumpy street. I paid the man and half-heartedly thanked him before he drove off, leaving me in front of an apartment building.

The building was only about 4 stories high, and was covered in grey paint, that was now chipping. Two of the front windows were broken and another was boarded up. I swallowed. Was this where Harry lived?

I took a deep breath before walking up to the large graffitied door and looking at the doorbells. After some hesitation, I pressed the one labeled Horan/Styles and waited.

"Hello?"

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when it was Niall's voice rang through the low quality speaker, and not Harry's. I guess I was just scared of his reaction

"Umm," I hesitated, "This is Taylor Swift. I don't know if-" I was interupted by the sound of the door opening and smiled to myself at Niall's antics. Maybe Harry doesn't hate me then?

The inside of the building was, like the outside, full of chipped paint and graffiti, and reaked somewhat of urine. I frowned.

I had just stepped on the first stair when I realized that I had no idea what floor the apartment was, so I just decided to walk up and look at the doorbells as I went.

The second floor had three doorways going off of the staircase. The first door was boarded. There was no label on the second door, but since I could hear loud barking behind, I assumed that this was not the correct appartment. The third doorbell's label read Weaver, so I went on.

The first thing I saw when I reached the third floor was an open door. The second thing I saw was a pale blonde boy behind it. I recognized him from both Harry's and Selena's phone immediately, so I smiled.

"Hi."

Niall smiled back and gestured for me to enter. "Hey, come on in. Sorry I didn't tell ya what floor. I realized that right after I hung up on ya."

"No problem. Thanks for letting me in."

I stepped inside the appartment. It was small, but in contrast to the rest of the building, it was cute and comfortable. The whole thing was quite open, as the door opened straight into the living room. A doorway into the kitchen was visible on the other side of it, and there were multiple doors along the walls. The cream colored couches were stained, but looked home-y along with the patterned curtains and potted plants. A battered looking guitar lay on one of the couches, making me smile.