This story is based off of Harry's life, from when he leaves one direction to now. He meets Taylor, and she goes through that journey with him. This includes his time in Jamaica, His movie Dunkirk, all his Interviews and magazine shoots, and last bu...
It's been almost a week sense I left Harry's. I haven't heard from him. But I can't lie.. i missed him so damn much..
Right now I'm sitting in my bed, looking up at the ceiling, thinking. Lately I've been spending more time in bed, which is weird for me because I usually hate just sitting around, but ever sense everything that happened with Harry I just can't seem to get up.
My thoughts are interrupted when I hear my door bell ring. I groan, slowly sitting up, walking out of my room and down the hall, passing my the large mirror that hangs on my wall.
I quickly fix my hair, rubbing my eyes as my hand reaches the door handle, pulling the door open. My eyes go wide as, the man himself, Harry is standing there, with his arm reached out holding his phone directly in my face.
My first instinct is to take a step back, which I do, causing Harry to step inside, shutting and locking the door behind him, before his eyes turn back to me, shaking the phone of infront of my face.
My small hands reach up, grabbing it, before pulling it down, looking down at it, reading what it says.
It's an article by Daily Mail, with the title "Kendall Jenner visits boyfriend, Harry Styles house, and leaves angrily"
My fingers swipe down the page reading some of the things she was saying to the paparazzi as she was leaving.
Things like "He's an Asshole" and "He'll be back.." are written on the screen. My eyes flicker up to Harry's, for the first time sense I opened the door.
His eyes meet mine, and I notice how different he looks sense I left. His hair is pushed back into a messy bun, and he is dressed in a black hoodie with a white shirt peeking out under it. On his bottom half is a pair of black sweatpants, followed by a pair of brown boots.
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"So.. you and her.." I begin quietly.
"No.. there is no me and her.. at all.. " he speaks his voice more hoarse that usual.
I look up at him, taking a step closer to him, clutching his phone in my hand tightly.
"Why.. why did you break it off with her..." I speak looking up at him.
"She's not what I want... " he whispers.
Soon my lips are against his, as his phone hits the ground, my hands reaching up to his neck, pulling at the nape of his hair.
A groan leaves his lips as he pushes me against the closest wall, his hands sliding down to my waist. A moan slips through my lips, as my tongue molds with his.
His mouth slips off mine, dragging down my jaw before going down to my neck where he leaves open mouths kisses along it.
I lean my head back, loving the feeling of his mouth against my hot skin.
