I Never Saw You Coming

Chapter One

Taylor's POV

I sat back in the airplane seat, gazing out the window at the deep blue ocean below me. I'm flying over to London to pay a visit to my boyfriend, Harry, who I'm really excited to see. He hasn't been returning my calls or texts a whole lot recently, and since I've nothing better to do, I thought I might stop by. I can't stay for very long since I've got to hurry back and tour. Harry's really amazing, and I can't wait to see him! I love him so much, I might've found the one.

I reclined my seat and let myself drift off to sleep, knowing that when I awoke I'd be in London.

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I awoke as the plane shuddered, and the pilot made an announcement to keep your seatbelt on. No matter how many rides in a plane I've taken, I still get freaked out by turbulence. I sat up and played with the bracelet a fan had given me as a gift that was around my wrist, as I was very nervous. Soon, the plane came in for a landing, and I calmed down. The pilot gave the all clear, and I walked off the plane. I got into a car that took me to my hotel first, so I could drop off all my things. When we arrived, I ran up to my room and threw my things on the bed, only taking with me my purse. I fixed up my hair and makeup a little bit, then ran back downstairs and out to the car that was waiting. It took me to Harry's flat, and I couldn't wait to see him.

"Here you are, Ms. Swift." The driver said. "Should I wait here for you?" He asked.

"No, but thank you. Harry and I will probably just spend the rest of the day hanging out. But thank you! Why don't you go out and do something nice for yourself, you really deserve it," I suggested, and he nodded with a smile. I hopped out. He drove away, and I turned to face Harry's front door. I ran up to it excitedly, and knocked on it. There wasn't an answer. Which is odd, because his car is in the driveway. I knocked again, but still no response. I leaned my head to the door, and I couldn't really hear anything. I worried about him, maybe something had happened, and he had been rendered unconscious or something, and no one's in there to help. I took the spare key he had given me out of my purse, and threw the door open. I took a few steps in, and I heard something coming from the bedroom. I got to the bedroom door, which was shut. I heard heavy breathing, and I knocked. "Harry? Are you ok? I'm worried about you..." I said, and there was a gasp.

"Taylor, what are you doing here?" He screamed through the door, and I was a little taken aback. There was a lot of scrambling around in there, I could tell from all the noise.

"What's going on?" I asked, as loud noises continued to emit from inside.

"None of your business!" He shouted.

"Harry, who is she?" A woman's voice asked.

"She's...a friend." He replied quietly, but I heard.

"A friend? Harry, are you... What are you doing in there with her?" I yelled, and finally he came to open the door. He was wearing jeans and a t shirt, and the girl on the bed was just wearing a bath robe.

"Listen, Taylor, I can explain, I didn't think you were coming-" he said, but I cut him off.

"Didn't think I was coming? No wonder you didn't return my calls or texts, you were busy with her!" I yelled. "We are DONE Harry, done." I yelled, and stormed out of his house. I ran down the street and out of the neighborhood, finally collapsing in tears onto the curb. I wanted to call my driver to pick me up, but it would be wrong of me to interrupt whatever he may doing for himself, I encouraged that after all. Everyone in America was asleep, and they wouldn't be able to come pick me up. Ed wasn't though, he said he would come back here to visit family on this break from touring. I quickly dialed his number, hoping he would come pick me up.