Secret Identity (Haylor)

Chapter 8: Harry Styles

Chapter 8: Harry Styles

I get off the black car and thanked Paul. "See you Harry! Be back in a week!" Paul reminded me.

"Yeah, yeah. Let me do my thing first." I winked at Paul and Paul laughed, knowing that I have some plans.

Like a cue, a mob of paparazzi crowded the blonde twenty-four year old woman I love.

She looked beautiful in a long sleeved top with clean white, carefully pressed.

The majority of paps left as she started going in, and I walked closer. The rest then left, leaving her dropping her phone.

I quickly grabbed it from the ground and she looked surprised as I straightened myself.

"Well, well. Is this my lover?" She giggled. "Yes, apparently." I told her, smiling, trying to keep my usual accent hiding.

"You look so... wow." She sighed in awe. She reached for my neck as I tried to put my hand on her waist.

"We better do this inside." I whispered informing her. She snapped back, remembering that we're still outside.

"Mhm." She just managed to whisper. She sounds like she's in love, frozen from it.

But will she love me, I thought from the back of my head.

We went inside and made our way up to her apartment.

We were finally up. I watched as she tried opening her apartment, closely.

"Is there something on my back? Or are you just going to stare at me all day?" She asked, giggling.

"I could stare at you." I said cooly, but inside, I was a nerve wrecked little boy.

"Let's go in then." She smirked, making me have goose bumps.

I entered, more proper this time. "Well, this is my place. It's not really those modern cool kind of apartments, it looks like it's for a grandma." She giggled once again as she explained.

She really has something with giggles.

Then her two cats came running to her, Olivia and Meredith.

I've seen Meredith a couple of times, we seem like a father and a daughter if you look at it. Though it seems creepy.

"Oh hi Mere! Hi Olivia!" She crouched down to carry her two cats. The two purred as they nestled into Taylor's arms.

"Pretty sure that you've heard of these two. Meredith and Olivia." She smiled, looking at them.

"Yes. Who wouldn't know? These cats are most probably the cutest in the world!" I petted Meredith, since I was familiar.

She instantly purred as well.

"It seems like she likes you." Taylor pointed out. "You can hold her if you want." She brought her closer to me.

I carried Meredith and I think her and I got that sudden rush of comfort as we touch, as cheesy it may seem.

"Hey there." I stroked her black and white fur. I'm legitimately in love with this British fold, really.

I suddenly heard my phone ring. I wish that it didn't have to be now.

"I can hold Meredith for you." Taylor offered, noticing that I need to answer the phone.

"Sure." I answered as I handed her Meredith. "Can I go out for awhile?" I asked for her permission.

"Yeah. I respect your privacy. I'll just be making dinner." She agreed and I quickly made my way out.

My phone buzzed Liam's name on the screen. I wonder why he would call me right now when he's furious about my decision.

Naturally, I answered it.

"Hello, Liam?" I went back to my original voice, pacing around.

"Harry? Thank heavens! We need you." He said urgently, a hint of worry in his voice was heard too.

"It's Louis. He got into another football incident again." I could hear the busy traumatic sound of the hospital in his background.

"What? But Liam, I'm at Tay--"

"Harry, you need to be there for your best mate. Yes, you're with Taylor. But it's not like you're her boyfriend or anything. Plus, she doesn't even know it's you." He reasoned.

"Liam, you don't understand--"

"Don't understand what, Harry? That you're about to actually sleep with her? Harry, think straight!" He slammed his fist to the wall.

"Liam! Can't you at least give some time for myself? I spend my days with this heck of a band, and I'm stuck with it! There's loads of other people that can deal with that! Why'd he choose me?!?!" I practically screamed.

"Liam, forget about it. I'm not his friend after all." It was Louis' voice this time, which surprised me.

"Lou, I'm sorry--"

"You know I could've picked Eleanor, but she couldn't. She tried but her flight was cancelled because of a storm. She looked for other flights but couldn't find any. I just want at least someone close and I can depend on, Harry. Now just forget about it." He hung up.

"Who was that?" Taylor peeked from the inside. I wanted to run, because she heard my voice. I need to cover this up.

"Umm, just my brothers. They're just drunk again. Did you hear anything?" I lied.

"Just the screaming part all the way to the end." She said reluctantly. We went in awkwardly.

"Are you... British?" She wondered. "I'm-I'm half British. My dad is and my mom's American. T-that's why I have two accents." I gulped.

"Okay... hey you wanna eat now?" She asked. "Sure." I smiled and went into her dining area.

Taylor's POV

I'm starting to get a bit suspicious about Matt, I do want to believe in him but it seems like he's lying.

"You okay? You seem very distracted." Matt cut off my thoughts with his soothing American slash British accent at once.

"I'm just thinking about... stuff." I continued to chew on my beef as he continued to stare.

"Are you thinking about--" he cut his own sentence off. "About what?" I made my chew slow down.

"Harry Styles?" He asked.