TREACHEROUS (Taylor Swift + Harry styles + Joe Alwyn)

All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting...

(Bit long but trust me you're gonna want to hang on to the end)

TAYLOR POV:
Taylor stood staring at a dressing room door.
She'd been sent there to find Harry but now that she was there she couldn't bring herself to open it.
She kept thinking over and over about how he'd tried to kiss her. Did he still like her?
Hoewever, her thoughts were cut short as the door in-front of her was swung open by a tall blonde girl. The girl almost walked straight into Taylor.
Camille: Um, can I help you?
She said in a bitchy tone.
Taylor: Yeah actually I was looking for Harry Styles I'm supposed to be rehearsing with him now.
The girl didn't reply.
Taylor: Oh sorry, I'm Taylor, nice to meet you.
Taylor held out her hand politely but the girl just stared at it with a look of disgust on her face.
Camille: I know who you are.
Taylor dropped her hand.
Taylor: Well do you know where Harry is?
Camille:I think you can figure it out.
As she walked off Taylor could make out Harry's silhouette in the bathroom door.
Just as she was about to knock he stepped out with a towel around his waist and using another one to dry his hair.
She was trying as hard as she could to stop her heart from fluttering the way it was.
He paused, startled as he saw her.
Harry: Taylor!
Taylor closed the door behind her awkwardly.
Taylor: Hiiii. I swear I haven't been here for long I came to look for you.
Harry looked confused.
Harry: Look for me?
Taylor: We were meant to be rehearsing half an hour ago.
Harry glanced at his watch.
Harry: Shit! Taylor I'm so sorry. I got into a fight with Camille and-
He stopped to look at Taylor.
Harry: Thank you for coming.
He reached into a cupboard and pulled out a guitar.
Harry: Sorry I only have 1.
Taylor reached out her hand.
Taylor: Let the clearly more talented one play.
She said jokingly.
Harry laughed and handed her the guitar.
Harry: You know I'm only giving it to you so that you can improve.

HARRY POV:
He watched her admiringly as she messed around with the guitar, her blond hair falling infront of her face as she strummed.
He'd forgotten how good she was.
She looked up to see him staring at her and smiled.
She didn't need to say anything. That smile said enough.
He knew he was looking at the love of his life.
Harry:Taylor-
Her eyes lit up.
Taylor: No stop before you say anything. I was thinking we could do an acoustic performance of my song style in a kind of mashup with your song perfect.
He had wanted to talk to her about what had happened between them, but she was so excited about the show he didn't want to change the topic.
Harry: Yeah that sounds great. The crowd'll go crazy.
Harry watched her talked for what seemed like hours, planning the show and arranging little details.
He found it so cute how into it she was.
Taylor: it's kinda mean though, us teasing them like this.
Harry: Teasing them?
He knew exactly what she meant but he was interested to see where this conversation would go.
Taylor fidgeted with her feet.
Taylor: Well, cause everyone thinks the songs are about us.
Harry laughed.
Harry: Don't you mean 'Haylor'
He put on a girly American accent when he said it which made them both crack up.
Taylor: Ahaha I should just go at the end
'we are never ever getting back together' just to break their poor little hearts.
It was funny and he laughed but he was a little hurt.
Harry: I think you'd break more than just their hearts.

TAYLOR POV:
Taylor was having a brief moment of panic inside. She couldn't tell if he was joking or if he was actually saying she would break his heart.
She didn't know how to reply and kind of just stared at him hopelessly.
Harry: At least that song isn't about me.
She laughed it off.
Taylor: What songs do you think are about you?
Harry paused a moment before replying.
Harry: Well, you said yourself that everyone thinks that Style and Perfect are about us.
Without really thinking Taylor edged closer to him on the sofa. They were now inches apart.
She looked down at his lips.
Taylor: Well are they?
Harry's voice went softer.
Harry: I don't know? You tell me.
He was getting closer and closer and she was finding it harder to breath.
Heat from his body was radiating onto her and she could feel her cheeks start to turn red.
She was feeling a lot of things.
His lips were almost touching her's and all she wanted to do was to let them. But she knew that if she did it would be impossible to stop. But she'd been so patient, so good, and she just couldn't hold back anymore.
And in that moment of helplessness,
she kissed him.
Knowing that they were both with other people,
knowing it would be a scandal if it got out.
She knew everything.
But it just didn't matter anymore.
Not when she could feel like this, when she could have the person she'd been secretly pining for ever since she'd left him.
None of it mattered.
Or at least for a couple of seconds. And though they were the best she'd ever had, they didn't last.
Quickly all of her fears about them came flooding back to her and she felt suffocated. She couldn't pull away but she couldn't keep going.
Finally she gathered the strength to push him away.
Taylor: I'm sorry- I - I can't
She grabbed her bag and ran out of the dressing room.