Taylor's POV
"Harry Styles, you have to get up! Louis is downstairs and he says you have an interview in an hour and I am running late for work, again." I basically yelled at Harry who has now turned his back on me for the umpteenth time.
I don't even know how I'm still friends with him. He's as stubborn as shit and he doesn't even listen to me, not one bit. He's practically a total pain in the ass. But still here I am working my powers to get his sleepy ass off of bed.
"Tell him to fuck off, I barely slept, they could do the interview without me. He's ruining my beauty sleep and I have a major Hangover." He answered more to his pillow than to me and I couldn't help but to groan in frustration. It's Monday for godssake. Can he be anymore difficult? It's not like today being monday isn't worse enough.
"How can you not know that you guys have an interview today? You are a handful."
Okay, for someone who is gay he's such a boy. Like he's very irresposible and unoragnized. I mean he just partied till the sun was up knowing he have this interview early the next day. I mean who does that?
"You know what, I'm not letting you stay over the next weekend that you're in town. You are always getting me late every monday. That's It! I'm done." I said one last time before walking out of my apartment's guest room which is Harry's room, you could say he lives here because everytime he's in New York he'd rather stay here than to pay a hotel around the city to stay in. Huh, Too much for someone who's net worth is millions. I think I need to ask him to pay for rent.
"Lemme guess doc, pretty boy is being difficult." Louis said as soon as he caught a glimpse of me running down the stairs.
"Yeah, I'm passing the burden to you Lou. I need to be in the hospital in time today, the last time I was not on time my day was shit and I don't want that." I say as I'm making sure my bag has everything I need in it.
"He has a major hangover because of last night, don't go easy on him. Lock the door when you guys leave, I'll see you around." I waved goodbye to Louis and rushed out of my apartment.
The front entrance of my apartment building is packed with paps and I'm silently thanking God for the underground parking lot that is basically mine since I own the whole place but it was so stupid of me to park my car infront of the building last night, now I have to dive head first into the sea of Chaos outside.
The media knows my connection to the hottest, most popular and in demand boyband in the world and they've been giving me shit ever since.
Being a superstar's bestfriend has it's pro's but it sure as damn has it's own con's too and the paps pestering me non-stop, is just one of them not to mention other fans giving me shit.
I met Harry through a mutual friend at a party when we were both 18 and I was so starstruck like he's good looking and I even think I had a crush on him that was until he came out to me the night he turned 19 and I guess that's one of the reasons why we are still friends right now and as he sky-rocketed to fame along with the other boys he got too much attention and I his bestfriend instantly became his girlfriend, according to tabloids at least. I've been cursing the press for the unwanted attention and hate ever since.
Harry Styles from One Direction is gay. Yeah, you folks read that right. No one knows much about it except for a few people like me and the lads and their management of course. Who's very much carefull not to let the cat out of the bag, hence the tons of PR girlfriends he had and now he's being branded as a Notorious Womanizer, dumping girls whenever he pleases. I can't help but to laugh everytime I remember that, it's just so funny because he's not a womanizer, he's a playboy. He's someone who play boys. Get it? Lol I'm so funny, I know. Harry hates hearing me crack that joke and I don't get it because that is not even half as bad as his own jokes are, the lads love that joke so much that they give Harry shit after hearing it.
