TREACHEROUS (Taylor Swift + Harry styles + Joe Alwyn)

I knew it from the first old fashioned we were cursed

TAYLOR POV:
It hadn't been long since Harry first sat down that the bar started to clear out. It was quieter and Taylor could focus more on what he was saying.

Harry: So a lot's happened since we last talked.
Taylor: Yeah, I guess, but it doesn't feel like it.
Harry looked at her puzzled.
Harry: How do you mean?
She fidgeted with her fingers wondering whether or not she should start a certain conversation.
Taylor: Just, right now, when I'm with you. Everything feels the same.

It was true. When she talked with him the whole world seemed to become a blur. Joe, the tour, the media, - It felt so good to just forget about it all, even if it just was for a couple of minutes.

HARRY POV:
Harry broke away from Taylor's stare instantly, almost shamefully.
He agreed with her. He agreed completely but he couldn't get into this conversation now.

Of course Harry wished things could be like before.
He missed it everyday. He missed her. But he'd moved on and so had she. Harry was with Camille now and he wasn't going to fuck it up with her as well.

Harry: It be nice just to get away from everything else wouldn't it.

She smiled at him bittersweetly

Harry: And just catch up you know.

Taylor raised her glass towards those lips she had and he couldn't help but stare. She just looked so perfect.

Harry: I've missed you.

TAYLOR POV:
Before Taylor knew it, her drink had spirted out of her mouth and all over Harry.
She hadn't  meant to do it. She just couldn't help but freak out over what he'd said.

He'd missed her.

She knew it wasn't a big deal. She said that to her friends all the time.
It's just, the amount of time she'd spent wishing he would say those words to her. It used to be all she wanted.

Taylor: Oh god you're drenched.
She said with her hands on his shirt, trying to brush her drink off.
Harry: Um yeah it's fine though-
(Flash)

Taylor was startled by the sudden lights.

Paparazzi.

As soon as she realised what was going on her hands flung off Harry. She turned to see where the flashes were coming from.
Her heart skipped a beat. There were so many.
(Flash)
Taylor put her hand over her eyes and turned back to Harry.

Taylor: I'm- I'm so sorry -
She said stumbling over her words as she started to get up out of her seat.

Harry: Not at all you don't need to be sorry
He flustered as he reached out to her hand to make her stay.
Taylor: I- I thought this place was off limits for them someone must of leaked where we were. I've got to go.
She grabbed her bag to leave but halted as Harry grabbed her hand.
Harry: Don't go we can get the paps to leave.
Though she wanted to stay, Taylor couldn't be seen with Harry. She knew the amount of press the couple of photos they'd already taken would get and she didn't want to add to it.
Taylor: No I don't know what we were doing here anyway. I'm going.
What had she been thinking. They could never be friends.
Harry: Wait, my numbers changed let me give you my new one.
He said obviously looking for any reason for her to stay longer.
Taylor didn't know why then but suddenly all of her old feelings came up.
Taylor: Well mine never changed. You could've called me anytime.
She flicked his hand off her's, her cold blue eyes momentarily locking with his. Her's full of rage and his full of regret.
Good for him. Taylor thought. He deserves to feel bad.
(Flash)
And with that thought she turned and left.