The Transfers

Chapter 30

Quick Author's Note!

For all of you Harry Styles fans, DON'T KILL ME OKAY IT WILL ALL BE OKAY IN THE END I SWEAR *cough* hopefully *cough* OKAY BYE MEOW

*Songs for this chapter*

Surfboard- Cody Simpson

Also a mention of Carlee from my other book! :D

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Taylor's POV

I threw Kristine's new outfit into the my freshly-cleaned-out backpack. She informed that her parents were on a business trip, so I threw in a speaker for music too. But first, I needed to make a phone call.

As I picked up my phone, it rang. It was Niall.

I picked up right away. "Hey, babe!" He said. There were a bunch of screams coming from behind him. Wait. Did he just call me babe?

"Um, what's going on? Are you being chased by a bunch of girls?" I asked.

"Actually," he chuckled, "I'm trapped in a room full of them." More happy screams and laughs followed.

"What? Do you need help?"

"No, no. I'm at a concert!"

"Huh?"

"I'm standing on the middle of the stage, cellphone in hand, next to the microphone, talking to you!"

"And everyone can hear me?" I asked.

"Every last word!"

"Oh my gosh, I'm such and idiot."

"So, since we're on a tour and all, I thought now would be as good a time as any to ask you something." Suddenly, the camera switched to FaceTime

Niall was standing there with all of the boys. There were tons of camera flashes and screams. Niall bowed down on one knee and Louis handed him a rose. Niall held the rose towards me, or, the phone. And said what I couldn't believe...

"Taylor, will you go out with me?" Niall shouted over all of the screams, which made everyone scream louder.

I cupped my hand over my mouth and gasped.

"Of...of course, Niall! I... I'm so honored! If I could kiss you I so would right now!"

Harry frowned when I said that. Everyone clapped and cheered for us and Niall ended the call. I guess we would plan the details later. I squealed and rolled around on my bed. Did that really just happen?! It did!!

But now I had to call Taylor.

I dialed his number and waited for him to pick up.

"Yeah?" He said.

"Look. I need to ask you something." I could hear a blow dryer in the background.

"Sure. What is it?"

"Were, were you bullied by Harry in school?"

Dead silence came from the other end.

"Not exactly. It's...it's a long story, Taylor. I promise I will explain later. But not now. But sometime. You deserve to know."

"Okay."

We said our goodbyes, which only left me with more questions.

I tossed my curling iron and hairspray into my backpack as well and dashed out the door to Kristine's house. I didn't want to drive my car. It was only a few blocks anyways. I strapped on a helmet because, you know, don't want to die yet, and grabbed my bike. It was turquoise with pink and purple dots along the front. I had just gotten a new wicker basket for it. I place my phone in there and hopped on.