Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 50

warning: you guys are gonna flip at me but okay keep reading lol

Harry's POV

I wake up to glistening light exposing the face of Taylor's beautiful face, she sleeps peacefully. To be honest, I have no idea how I got in bed, but to be more precise and clear, I haven't any memory of last night. I just remembered how beautiful she was last night, like always, she's spectacular. Stunning, really. Her beauty isn't like anybody else, differing from everyone, hers is pure beauty, and not just beauty itself. It's pure and to know whether you can define it like that, you look at that woman inside and out, she's beautiful, from appearance to heart and that's how you define pure beauty. It's fully beautiful.

I find myself staring at her for what seems like several minutes, but once her eyes flutter open, my hands instinctively stretched out to stroke her soft cheeks, just to reassure the strong protection I have of her. 

"Explain." She says. That's the first thing she says to me; 'explain', maybe she wanted to give me a chance after all.

"That was a friendly hug." I reply, giving her the simplest explanation of all time.

"That's it?" She asks suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.

"That's it." I confirm. There's not much to it anyways because that is the truth and I couldn't have been more blunt about it. It is really a friendly hug.

"I wouldn't have cheated on you for the world" I say to her as I stroke her cheek, feeling the heat of her blush getting stronger and stronger.

"Alright, but if you break me one last time, that's it." She confidently muttered, pulling away from my grasp and getting up, heading to the bathroom.

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Taylor's POV

The hot water rinses my bare body as it flows down my long figure. I've been thinking for a while about Harry and I. Maybe we aren't always compatible but once we break, these strings are just always attached between us and they'll mentally manage to pull us together and it's absolutely the weirdest thing, but I like it. We won't always mix well, but we care for each other enough for let each other go. Fair enough.

As my thoughts linger longer and longer it is interrupted by the sound of my cellphone ringing from in the room. I turn the water off and quickly dry myself, but as soon as I reach the phone, the caller has already hung up, Harry is downstairs so he most likely wouldn't have heard it.

However in the missed call(s) section, the caller ID name appears and it surprises me that it's Andrew, I haven't heard of him in such a long time. I think he's noticed that our relationship is no longer fake, so he doesn't have to make the effort to plan those fake dates anymore, but now that he's called, it's finally hit me that we are in a contract after all, but besides that, Harry and I are in a real relationship, so we'd be able to stay after the contract, right? Yeah undoubtedly thought so. My mind debates that while my fingers are already calling Andrew back.

"Tay?" Andrew's voice booms through the dial.

"What's up?" I greet him back.

"Enjoying your time much?" He teases me.

"Uh- maybe?"

"Well did you realize that this is the last month of the contract?" He says and with that, my heart involuntarily sinks, but my mind tells me that we'll keep our relationship after the contract.

"Y-yeah"

"Well, we have a meeting at about 2 o' clock, the day after tomorrow, and we booked a flight for you two, you'll be meeting us at the Modest headquarters. See you there, cheesecake." He announces abruptly.

"What?" I ask but before I can come up with a good question, he hangs up.

I process what we just talked about. Wow. It's been a hell of a ride, 6 months flew by just like that. And it wasn't just a normal 6 months either. There was... unexpected events. And that happened in between those months, just to think about that is unbelievable, I never knew life could become so eventful when all you do is just get involved with the person you love. I experienced things I never knew would happen to me, I'd never guess it will and I would most definitely would not wish for one of those things to happen to my worst enemy. My life almost got ruined in the past 6 months. That's incredibly risky, but maybe it was worth it because I was with him the whole time. After all, love conquers. Right?

Before the day even starts for me, I find myself in the airport, paparazzi roaming my surroundings and camera flashes wildly, jamming into my eyes, like bullets shooting out from a gun, just firing one by one. And the annoyance level is quite fairly high. I don't enjoy too much but that's apart of my career so I deal with whatever I do.

Harry and I walked hand in hand, once again in and out of the airplane, staying at the same place; his flat, also known as the producer of the memories. All the fights, the space, the empty hearts were all built up here. As soon as I step in, the sentimental feeling just fills the air and it's as if I can breathe that feeling in, because the familiar smell of Harry's house makes all the memories come back like a kaleidoscope.

We figured out that we have been jet lagged so we both cuddled and curled up in bed for the meeting tomorrow.

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"Welcome to Modest Headquarters, Mr. Styles and of course, Ms. Swift." A lady wearing a fairly high amount of black clothing who introduced herself as Colleen greeted us.

"Joan and Andrew is currently in a meeting with the stage set up managements, so if it doesn't cause you much disturbance, you could wait here, since your meeting starts in 10 more minutes," Ugh. Great. I love to wait at the most annoying management for 10 minutes. I grumble in my mind.

But that isn't the most important thing that is a matter to me right now.

"Harry?" I nudge my curly haired boyfriend.

"Hmm?"

"Do you think they'll let us continue.. you know.. us?" I ask, nervously, it's the first time I've ever wanted to be in a relationship for a long time and this might be the right one.

"Of course, love. They will whether they like it or not. It's our relationship not theirs." He reassures, making me slightly relieved, but the weight hasn't completely gone yet.

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"Sit down, fellas," Andrew confidently let us in the meeting room. Same old shit. Long tables, boring, ugh.

"So..." Harry starts.

"You want this harshly, but straightforward, or the long unnecessary detailed-"

"Cut the shit and spill." Harry impatiently snaps.

"End of contract equals no relationship." He says in one go and by that, me and Harry both sat up from our seats.

"Chill down children," Joan starts but Harry cuts him off.

"Don't even fucking start-" Harry snaps and I can see the fire behind his emerald green eyes which has now turned into a shade of dark green.

"It's called an end of contract, sorry to break it to you but you two are gonna have to break up, relationship real or fake." Andrew sums it up and panic starts to dart and flow around my body, making Harry's grip on me tighter than ever.