The Trust Bar (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction) (on hold)

Breathe

  Hello beautifuls this chapter might seem a bit rushed. I apologize for that. I don't mean for it to be rushed, it's just the way it is. I feel a bit rushed lately, my mom and I have started fighting again so it's not my fault if it's rished I'll try my best and correct everything I can, so please just bear with me here. I'm mad at my mom, she keeps thinking nothing happened when she started it. She constantly teasing me about things, and she doesn't want me to fullfill my dreams of acting so pleaz don't be mad just comment on what you think needs to be fixed and I'll try and work on it. OK, well here's the next chap!!!

  Taylor's P.O.V

Now it wasn’t bad memories haunting me. I had memories of David haunting me. Those days were the best of my life. We’d still be together if he didn’t disappear. But I was already in a bad enough mood, I didn’t need to think about him right now. Today’s already been one of the worst.

   Harry was staring at his phone, I guess waiting for Simon to reply.

“Did you do it curly?” I asked him, trying to annoy him since no one was doing or saying anything.

“This curly has a name! You were calling me curly even at the club!” Harry said that a little too loudly. All attention was turned to us. Woops. Curly’s fault.

“You went to a club?!” Liam asked. I’ve heard his nickname was ‘Daddy Direction’ Uh oh.

“Um….about that.” For the first time that day I burst out into uncontrollable laughter. It was real too. It wasn’t forced, it was actually real. I sat in Harry’s lap laughing my butt off. I don’t know how we managed to stay in the same position with me laughing like I was. No one was looking at Harry anymore, they were looking at me. I just laughed even harder. They looked so stupid, and I needed to get it out. I finally stopped after a while. “You OK love?” I just nodded, suddenly sad again. These people might think I was bi-polar or something. I just had to get a laugh out. Was that so bad? I just sighed and nodded.

“Well that certainly was awkward,” Stripes said.

“Back to the club situation. YOU WENT TO A CLUB?!?!” Liam yelled.

“I’m old enough. It’s not like I need to tell you where I’m at, at all times.”

“Well I’d like to know. Especially when you’re at a club!”

“Calm down Li! It’s not like we did anything.”

“I think otherwise!” Kayla yelled. Not now. Seriously Kayla, bad timing.

“What did you tell her?” Harry asked me. He wasn’t mad, just a little frustrated.

“Nothing! I told her we went to a club and she thinks we had sex! I didn’t tell her we did, she just refuses to believe me when I tell her we didn’t.” We were having this little conversation of ours with hushed voices so no one could hear.

“So what exactly did you do?” Liam asked us.

“Well, we left the pier at about seven, I got her to trust me enough to let me take her out that night. And we went to a club and I dropped her off at her dorm at around three,” Harry explained.

“That sounds a little too simple for someone like you Harry,” Mohawk said. That was my nickname for the dark skinned one. He had sort of a Mohawk hair do, so the name suited him.

“You don’t believe me?” Harry asked in disbelief himself. His voice was really high pitched. Gosh these boys were weird. He looked at everyone in the room. “You don’t believe me?”

“Sorry, Hazzabear,” Stripes said. What’s up with these nicknames?

“Not even you Boobear?! I feel so hurt!” Harry actually did look a little upset. But I would be too. It’s natural. A part of me didn’t want him to be upset. That part of me wanted me to comfort him. I have no idea where it came from. I just did something not to obvious.