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(Zoe's P.O.V)
We both lean in and...
"Wait!!!" Justin says.
I snapped out of this daze and look around to see if anyone saw us.
As I'm looking around I see...Oh god. Why?
I see Harry and Taylor kissing.
This is wrong. This is a dream.
Maybe we weren't meant to be.
What am I saying. We are perfect.
"Um will you excuse me please?" I politely tell Justin.
I'm not going to cause a scene. I'm not going to cause a scene.
I repeat over and over in my head.
I make it to Harry. I am standing behind. Him.
They eventually pull apart and Taylor glances and me and smirks.
Self control. Self control.
"Spp, Harry the bitch is behind you." She whispers.
That's It.
I push Harry out the way causing him to stumble, because of
his drunken state.
I grab Taylor's hair with one hand. Then with the other I punch her dead in the nose.
She dramatically falls to the floor as if I killed her.
"Woah. Woah. Woah. What is going on." Harry says. Apparently still drunk.
"Come on Harry we need to get you home."
I manage to pick him up.
"I thought I was at home. Then where am I?"
"Harry you're at the club. For my some-what of a birthday party." I am really pissed right now.
He won't remember anything in the morning.
Maybe this is for the best.
This night never happened.
As we head out of the back door of the club, the paparazzi start to swarm us.
They are yelling so many questions.
Some are really rude.
"What happened?"
"Did you kill Taylor?"
"You whore!"
Now that one stung. I flipped off the one that called me a whore. Which was a really bad idea.
This is going to be on TMZ
So much for not making a scene!
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Harry, I Can't Do This!
FanfictionMy name is Zoe, I'm 19 years old,I have been with my boyfriend, Harry Styles from One Direction for a month and a half now and it's been amazing. He was my first official boyfriend. I start to feel like I'm not the one he should be with when changes...
