Taylor POV
I woke up in the morning, sat up and immediately thought back to yesterday.
Harry.
Even the thought made me fall back on the bed, and scrunch my face together.
It was nice and all, but it was flirting.
Complete and utter flirting.
And the worst part is that I think I might have flirted back a little.
Not good.
I cant have him thinking Im into him. Twice I got a longing feeling for him but it vanished in seconds when I remembered who he was.
He was Harry Styles. I really don’t need a teen heartthrob. It always ends messy. Something always goes wrong. Always.
I don’t need anymore messy breakups. Especially after highschool.
I took a minute to gather up my thoughts and climbed out of bed.
We would be leaving today. To LA. Yesssss.
Most of the time we’ll be rehearsing for the tour, but in my free time im going to the BEACH.
Ugh. Im really tired right now, mainly because last night I stayed up till three in the morning talking to Liam about life. Family, friends, troubles. Everything. Hes my best friend here so far and that’s really all I need.
Despite my tiredness I went to my suitcase and took out a dress, jean jacked, shoes, and my purse. I let my hair down as usual and packed everything back up. I really needed to get moving because it was already nine and our flight leaves at eleven so we have to be at the airport by ten. Once I was packed up, I grabbed myself a bowl of cereal from the fully stocked kitchen and headed out to the boys rooms.
I knocked on Louis and Harry’s door first.
The door opened to reveal a very tired looking Louis. “Were geshminningredywiightna”
What.
“The fuck did you just say?” I asked. “Were getting ready right now! Jeez woman!” he responded rubbing his eyes. “Ok well, be down stairs at 9:30, got it?” I ordered, closing the door before anyone could answer.
Next was Liam, Niall, and Zayn. I knocked on their door and was met this time with a very ready looking Liam holding his suitcase.
“Woah, hi Liam! Is everyone else coming?” I asked. “Ya theyre coming right now, I woke them up an hour ago.
Ive gotta say, Liam was the dad of the group.
All four of us headed down to the lobby and sat there chatting till finally Louis and Harry appeared out of the elevator, both wearing pajama pants.
Boys.
“FINALLY. Lets get out of here!” yelled Zayn, running to the doors of the hotel with his suitcase.
We all stood up to go with him but were all stopped in our tracks as we saw the flashing lights from outside.
Paparazzi: noun. The most annoying human beings on the face of the planet. Also the scariest.
“Shit.” I whispered under my breath. But we had to get out so we started making our way out.
I felt a hand go around my waist, and I leaned into Liam to avoid the prying eyes of the paparazzi.
“Taylor are you and Harry dating?”
“Harry are you and Taylor going out?”
I rolled my eyes at the persistent questions.
