Unwritten (Kaylor g!p)

Chapter 1

Taylor's POV

I stared at myself in the mirror. My gown was stunning. It was custom made for my big day– a day I had shockingly little control over. Like most girls I knew, I had been dreaming about my wedding day since I was just a little girl. What I didn't realize was that my wedding wasn't really about love as much as it was business. My parents were thrilled when Harry Styles proposed to me.

He came from a family as well-to-do as mine. Like the Swift's, the Styles were old Southern money. Harry was my first serious boyfriend. He was a good man and perfect on paper for me. Harry was exactly the kind of guy my family wanted me to marry. He had attended an Ivy League university, had a degree in finance and was making six figures on Wall Street. We had an apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan but our wedding was being held back home at the Bellefleur mansion.

The house was situated on thirty-six acres of land. An air conditioned tent was erected by the manmade pond. I could hear the string quartet outside playing instrumental versions of Sinatra songs, which wasn't my taste at all. But Harry 's stepmother had insisted on it so we had to have it.

That was how most of the wedding was planned.

What others wanted was what we got.

The guest list grew to be almost 600 people. Most of them were people Harry and I didn't know. They were business associates of our parents. The freaking governor of Louisiana was coming, for fuck's sake. The mayor of Bon Temps was coming. My dad had invited a few senators he had gone to college with. It was a goddamn circus.

I was supposed to be the main attraction.

The longer I looked at myself the harder it was to breathe.

I loved Harry . I knew that, but as I stared at myself I came to the conclusion that I wasn't in love with him. I hadn't been for a while. It was a thought I had been trying to ignore for months I had hoped that it was just a rut and we would get out of the slump, but I knew in my gut that if I married him I was going to regret it.

The next thing I knew I was clawing my way out of my dress.

There was a knock on the dressing room door. Usually the room was a parlor with pocket doors.

"Go away!" I yelled.

The door opened slowing, whoever it was ignoring me.

"Something tells me you're not feeling this whole wedding thing," my brother Austin said as he closed the door behind him.

"Yeah, I'm not going through with it," I said.

Austin had married a girl that our parents had practically picked out for him and he was exactly what I was trying to avoid becoming.

"Mom and Dad are going to flip their tits," he sighed. "And what about Harry ? Do you plan on telling him or just disappearing?"

I pulled on the yoga pants I'd been wearing before I put on my gown. "I'll call him later. I know it's selfish and mean but if I talk to him I'll have people trying to convince me to stay. I love you, Austin, you know I do but I don't want to end up like you," I told him. I didn't want to settle for some guy who barely made me feel secure. He could say he was happy all he wanted but I knew better.

He sighed heavily again as he made his way to me. He wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. "I'm glad you have the guts I couldn't seem to muster," he whispered.

Hearing him say that meant a lot to me. I wasn't sure where I was going to go. New York wasn't an option at the moment because I knew that was where Harry would go first to look for me.