Secret Identity (Haylor)

Chapter 1: Breaking In

Chapter 1: Breaking In

Harry's POV

"Thank you! Goodnight!" Liam screamed into his mic. The show is over for now. Our next WWA show will be on a few days. That might give me more time to do my other job.

It may sound weird, but I'm a pap. Ya know, those annoying people blocking your way, putting cameras in front of your face and blah blah blah stuff like that? I am one, but I'm a bit more on the quiet side.

I don't just follow anyone, I follow (or rather stalk) Taylor, Taylor Swift. And the reason is that I feel like I don't have a chance to get back in her life. So the only way is to stalk her I guess, it's my last resort.

"Harry, can I talk to you?" Louis approached me. "Sure." I answered as I followed him to a hallway.

"I need to do some guy talk with you, man." He itched the tiny little hair above his chin, almost like a beard.

"Do you have problems with Eleanor again? I could help you. Is it about your schedule, hate, or just a family matter?" I asked.

"No, it's about you." He pointed at me. "Me? What does this have to do with me?" I asked.

"The whole pap thing, are you sure you want to go on with it? I'm amazed by the courage you have, Haz, I really am. But face it, Taylor can never let you in again, may it be being part of the paparazzi or not. She's through with what you two had. It's time to get over it. I thought you were happy with Kendall, right?" He looked up at me, his hands in his pockets.

"I was. But it seemed that I can never meet anyone like Taylor. I've never met anyone like her. She's all I need to survive the world. Though we had lots of reasons to break up, Louis. Yet it still feels like she loves me." I said with full hope.

"She won't love you any longer, that's truth's ugly face but you don't want to see it." Niall butted in the conversation.

"They're right, Hazza. Maybe it just wasn't right to happen. Maybe you had to breakup." Liam was now included in the talk.

"Man, we're against your whole plan. I'm sorry, but that's what's best for you." Zayn FINALLY joined in. Great.

I ran my hands through my locks, looking pressured.

What should I go with? My decision or my friends' decision?

"Though she may not love me anymore, I still want to give this a shot. No one can change my feelings, lads. Not even you." I looked around the hallway to meet their eyes and all I saw was rejection, frustration, and anger.

Louis walked out. Niall followed then Liam. Soon, I was all alone because Zayn left.

I don't care if I'm all alone in this,

All I need is Taylor, that's all.

"Alone?" I heard Paul from the other end. "Yeah." I answered and he got closer. We sat there on the hallway's floor.

"This is pretty hilarious actually." Paul chuckled. "What do you mean?" I asked him, smiling.

"That you're actually doing what bothers you. You have guts, and you are desperate." He patted my back.

"If you wanna get mad at me, get to the point, Pau--"

"I'm not getting mad at you, I'm with you. Those idiots might not know what true actual love is because of their nonsense, even if what they told you was pretty deep." He sighed.

"Go, boy. The private jet is waiting for you. I'll escort you." He stood up and helped me.

"Thanks Paul." I manly hugged him. "That's what I'm here for, even if you could be a handful." We chuckled.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I get out of the car in the secret alley where I'm supposed to be dropped off here in New York, where Taylor is staying at the moment.

I tied my hair backwards so it won't be that obvious. I put on my orange beanie and as well as my shades to hide my green recognizable eyes.

I see a mob of paparazzi. I'm guessing it's Taylor. I run over to the flashing lights with people bombarding her with questions.

Different voices was all I heard once I got there. Taylor was wearing shorts and a black top. She honestly looks hot in that.

All I did was take some pictures, not asking anything from her knowing she won't answer. I know that I want to do the opposite thing right now; holding her through the paparazzi for comfort.

But that might never happen again. Ever.

I see her get in the building. It's nighttime so she's going to sleep I bet. The paparazzi decreases by the second.

There was no one left, like nothing happened at the pavement in New York City. Just an empty sidewalk.

I looked around to make sure no one else was looking. I'm glad that no one's around anymore.

I take off my shades, following to take off my beanie. I got the hair tie off and fixed my hair to get it back into position. Placing my camera equipment in my backpack, I sighed hoping this one will work.

Well, I won't actually meet her as usual, I'm just going to follow her into her apartment. I've never really went in so I'm making this one different.

I step inside the building and swiftly head to the elevator. I pull out my phone to make sure I still have at least one gadget to use.

The elevator pops to her floor. I couldn't get a way in there. I looked around the corridors and I instantly see the vent.

I walked there and jumped to grab the cover. I successfully took it off and crawled into the narrow way, navigating m way through quietly.

There were different openings so I made sure I'd land on Taylor's.

I instantly smell the scent of shampoo and bath soap. I only know one person who uses that brand; Taylor.

I unscrewed the cover and it was loose instantly. I made sure that my way down was as silent as possible. The tip of my shoes reach the tiled floor as I let go of the part of the ceiling.

"Okay, one step for me, a giant leap for the paparazzi." I whispered to myself. Thank God she's not in here.

I slowly open the bathroom door, allowing it to not make a creak. I got out and made my way to her bedroom.

On my way there, I found her in the kitchen talking to someone. "Mhm, yeah bud you can come over." She chuckled. "Yes, you can bring your Lord of The Rings trilogy. Mkay, I'll see you!" She ended the phone call.

I'm guessing it's Ed once she said Lord of The Rings. That Ringer.

I ran up the stairs as fast as I could. I opened her bedroom door, got in, and closed it.

I didn't exactly know what I was doing, honestly. Really. I'm questioning myself right now.

Making a decision, I hid under her bed.

Now that I got in, what do I do now? Take a picture of her nudes and sell it off the Internet? No, I can't do that to her.

I heard someone's footsteps coming in so I held my breath. God, please, I hope she won't see me.

The door opened and I saw a pair of Vans. The figure looked around and approached the bed. Maybe this person was suspicious.

He walked in front of the bed and I watched him crouch down.

I then felt two hands grabbing my boots.

Oh no.