Haylor Baby

Its all going wrong.

Chapter 4-

*during dinner*

No ones Pov:

T: Harry?
H: Yeah baby?
T: I know you don't want to talk about it but-
H: No Taylor, not here- were in public and this is supposed to be our relaxing evening together.
T: I saw the tweet you sent out
H: Taylor I said not here.
T: I wanted you to know my happiness hasn't been destroyed-
H: Taylor what bit of 'not here' do you not understand?
T: I just need too.. I hope it hasn-

H: Fucking hell Taylor! I said not here!

Harry stood up and shouted it across the restaurant. He forgot where he was, he looked around and saw the whole room turn and look at him- at them. He looked down at Taylor as she had a single tear rolling down from her left eye 'I just wanted to sort it out, I wanted us to be happy' she barley even whispered it. She got up and left, crying and walking past the staring people in the restaurant. As she left, the paparazzi were outside, the cameras all flashed at once, Taylor cried harder as she got into the car, she knew the paparazzi and media would get hold of this story, she cried heavily into her hands.

Meanwhile- Harry sat down back at the table, he was shocked at what he had just achieved- he to also knew the media would find out. He cursed himself knowing he had just made the situation 10x worse. He left a $100 bill on the table and left. As he left the restaurant more paparazzi were waiting, all shouting and asking about what had happened to Taylor. Harry got extremely angry buy there presence. He didn't normally but this time was different.
He shouted 'just leave us alone, okay!'
Got in the car and slammed shut the door.

Taylor went back to her house whilst Harry didn't want an argument- and continued to his own house instead.

~The next morning~

Taylor woke to the sound of her phone ringing.

Taylor's pov:

I woke to the sound of my phone buzzing like crazy, it never usually woke me- but today it looked like someone really wanted to get in touch.
I still hurt like crazy from last night, I was half hoping it was Harry on the phone, but on the other hand, I really couldn't bare him right now.
I reached across the bed and stretched to get my cell phone from the bedside table next to me. I looked at it seven missed calls from my manager, three texts and a single call from my mother and one call and text from Harry. Shit what's going on. That moment my manager re-called me again. I was stricken with panic and worry.

I answered.

T: Tree? What's wrong!

I was shaking and nervous.

Tree: Oh my gosh, Taylor! Are you okay?
T: Yeah, I'm fine. What the hell is wrong?
Tree: Don't you know?
T: Know what, will you stop worrying me.
Tree: Taylor, have you seen the headlines?
T: No, one minute, I'll go and lo-
Tree: Taylor no! Please don't. Taylor? Taylor? Taylor are you okay?

The phone went dead. Silence-

T: Oh my life

Taylor sobbed down the phone

Tree: Taylor it'll be fine, do you want me to come down.
T: I need to call my mum.

The phone cut off.

Harry's Pov:

I re-read the headlines aloud in my silent apartment.

'Heartthrob Harry beds three girls before publicly humiliating girlfriend Taylor at a meal out'

Tears immediately fell from my eyes as i read the sentence aloud for the fifth time. I just couldn't understand it, I had not once been unfaithful.
I was interrupted buy my phone ringing. What now.
I looked down it was Taylor.
Shit.

H: Tay listen-
T: I'm outside, I lost my key, let me in.

The phone cut off.

I went down stairs immediately to see a panic stricken, emotional Taylor standing in front of me.

No longer Harry's Pov

H: Taylor, come here sweetheart.
T: Don't you dare touch me

Taylor barged in through his apartment and went to the lounge.
Harry shut the door, and followed her in.

H: Taylor you don't honestly belie-
T: Who were they then?
H: Taylor I swear on our relationship right no-
T: What relationship?
H: Taylor I know you're mad bu-
T: Mad? Understatement of the year.
H: Taylor let me fucking speak!
T: Go ahead- oh and mind your language.
H: I don't blame you for being angry, the way I treated you last night and every night before has been awful. And for that I'm truly sorry. I get so angry when you're hurt and I can't bear to think that it's my fault.
T: I feel sick. WHO THE FUCK ARE THEY?
H: Calm down and let me finish.
T: Do not tell me what to do.
H: Whatever I said and did last night is completely true. I did humiliate you- and I can never reverse the time to make that better. But Taylor, i swear to you right now I did not sleep with another person during our relationship- I swear my life upon it.
T: Then what the fuck is the paper saying?
H: You know first hand the lies the paper writes!
T: They wouldn't just make something like this up, they have to have a motive, a source.
H: and they do, the images of you leaving the restaurant crying the things I shouted at you, they have clearly elaborated and made up an exciting storyline to go with it, because they know people will believe it.

Taylor put her hands to her face and sobbed, Harry sat next to her, he placed an arm around her shoulder and held her frail body.

Taylor once again, holding back tears whispered,'but it's not a storyline, it's my life.'
H: Taylor believe me, I did not do anything the paper is saying, I have not even looked at another girl that way, you have to believe me, for us Taylor.

Taylor sat up, I placed my hand beneath her chin and held her eyes up to look at mine.

T: I just can't.

She pulled my hands away.

H: Taylor I swear to you right now, nothing *Harry breaks down and sobs* happened, Taylor please don't leave me, I need you.
T: It's not that, it's this.
Our lives, look at it. Wake up. Things haven't been right I've told you, it's not the paper shit anymore, if we hadn't argued, none of this would've happened, can't you see it were better off alone.
H: Taylor, don't say that. No we're not. Don't let them win Taylor. Please.
T: Harry I feel sic-

Before Taylor could finish her sentence she puked all down me and herself.

H: Taylor look at yourself, common upstairs let's get you sorted out.

Harry led Taylor upstairs, they approached their bedroom that they had previously had lots of fantastic memories in. Harry led Taylor into the bathroom and brought in some towels.

H: I'll leave you to it. I'll leave clean clothes out for you. Once you get out I'll be gone. I'm sorry for hurting you I really am. I'm sorry it ended like this- remember that I'll always love you Ms. Swift. Forever and Always. Goodbye.

T: No Harry, don't go. Let me freshen up and I'll be straight back. This isn't the end. Please stay. For us.

And for the first time that morning, Taylor begged for Harry.

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Hi guys, this was a very emotional and difficult chapter for me to create. I really hope you like it.
Once again I'm tremendously sorry for the delay. As you know I have been very busy, when all that was over with I had lost my flare with the story and decided it was not fair to carry on writing it, if I wasn't 100% passionate about it, so I kind of gave it up. Luckily, I re-read it myself and instantly fell back In love with the story I was beginning to create. Now I love it more than ever and I'm looking to update it more and more often. Thanks so much for the continuous support!