100 Days with Taylor

Day 1

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Taylor's point of view:

I lifted up my shirt to see that I had five branded fingers on my side. Cringing at the slight pain that filled beneath the touch of my fingers as I grazed over the bruises. 

He hit me again and again. Tears were built up in my pale blue eyes. My eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to make the tears disapear. My Dad's engine started and I heard him zoom out of the drive way and down the road. The clock read 8:45 A.M, I had work in a mere fifteen minutes. Quickly, I threw my hair up in a bun and got changed into my uniform. 

My feet tapped against the concrete walk that I was rushing on to get to work. I worked at a small bakery just around the corner.

"Hey Taylor," Anne greeted me.

I nodded trying to hide the pain I was in,"Hi Anne,"

Work was slow like it usually was on a Tuesday morning. I sat at the counter and started playing with my nails. My mind begged me to forget that I got another beating this morning, but it kept trailing back into my mind. I was still in pain, but I tried not to show it.

"Excuse me?" 

I looked up to see a cheeky boy smiling at me with brown curly hair,"Hello, how may I help you?" I attempted to shoot him a fake smile.

He laughed,"Is my Mum, Anne here?"

My jaw dropped,"yeah, she's right back there."

Anne always talked about her son, but I never actually got the chance to ever meet him, since he was apparently traveling the world. I mean, he was Harry Styles. The boy that girls would drool over, but not me. I agreed he was talented but I never got obsessed over the boy band. I had other things to worry about.

"Hey Tay, this is my son, Harry. Harry this is Taylor." Anne said with a cheery smile like usual.

"Nice to finally meet you, my Mum talks about you a lot." He shared with a genuine smile.

I smiled and shook his hand.

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I walked out the back door of the building. A truck had just dropped off and load of new equipment. Anne told me to go out a carry the light boxes in, so I did as I was told. I bent over and picked up a small box. My shirt had lifted up a little bit, I could feel the cold fall air skim across the newly formed bruises.

"What are those?" I heard a newly familiar voice ask.

I froze, shit. shit. shit,"Oh, erm, I fell down the steps earlier today, no biggy." I shrugged.

He didn't chuckle, I could tell he didn't believe me,"Did you fall or were you pushed?"

I cringed,"I fell, like I said no biggy. If it was more I would definitely tell someone." 

His expression became less worried once I shot him the fakest smile. Happily, he believed it.

"So, Want to play the question game?" Harry asked.

I raised an eyebrow,"erm, sure?" 

"Okay, me first," He started,"Where's your favorite place to eat?"

I thought for a second,"um, I don't eat much. But if I had to choose it'd be Nando's."

"You don't eat much?"

"Erm, I mean I don't eat out much."

He chuckled,"Nice choice, now you're turn, love."

 "hm, what's it like being such a teen heart throb?"