100 Days with Taylor

Day 2

Harry's point of view:

You never really  understand life. No one really understands life. It's just something that's there. Maybe that's why I met Taylor. She's different. She's beautiful. She's unlike anyone I've ever met. Something kept dragging me to her.  I don't believe in love, especially not love at first sight. I don't believe in much, but Taylor was theo nly exception. Maybe I'm over reacting but I really feel strongly towards her. 

  I got dressed in a white v-neck and black skinny jeans. My Mum was just about to get in the car and go to work,"Hey Mum, Can I join you at work today?"

A smile spread across her face,"Harry, you better not hurt her. I know how you can be with girls."

I sighed,"Mum, I swear it's different this time."

She chuckled,"Alright, but you better not distract her."  

***  

Her face was pale and she looked a tad bit skinnier than she was yesterday. She looked quite fragile. "You look ill, darling. Are you feeling alright?" 

  "Yeah, I just didn't get much sleep."  

I nodded,"Alright, erm, I can see if my Mum can let you go home?"

"Don't worry about it, I'm not a charity case." She hoffed.

"I didn't mean it lik-"

She cut me off,"I get it, sorry."

I nodded and I took a seat on the stool that was near the counter. She looked fragile. Her bruises came to my mind again. She was obviously hiding something from me, and it killed me. I was going to find out sooner or later.

My phone had started to ring, it was Louis.

"Hello?"

"HEY BOO BEAR, I MISS YOU SO MUCH."

I saw Taylor turn around and send me a laugh,"I miss you too, Lou."

"The lads and I are throwing a party tonight, COME. BRING A DATE TOO."

I sighed,"Alright, I'll see."

"Okay babe, Love you!"

"I love you too," I said laughing.

"Ah, So Mr. Harry Styles have himself a girlfriend?" Taylor taunted.

I broke into a fit of laughter,"No! That's my band mate Louis, he's a bit on the odd side, but I love him."

She giggled, embaressed,"Oops."

****

"I promise, you'll fit right in." I tried to assure her.

She looked beautiful. She had on a tight, short black dress that I had picked out. Her hair was curled down her back. The tightness of the dress really showed how tiny she really was, it kind of worried me.

"HAAZZZZZ!" A screaming Louis said charging towards me.

I noticed Taylor flinch a bit as he went to tackle her into a hug,"Oh dear, you're soo fragile." Louis said.

Taylor bit her lips,"I guess."

The music was pumping through the house. Taylor and I were dancing around and she was laughing. Louis showed her some of his hilarious dance moves. She was in a fit of laughter. A ping of jealousy rushed through me, but I brushed it off. I had just met her yesterday. I can't feel like this already could I?

A slower song came on and Louis already had his arms around Taylor's waist. She look a slight bit uncomfortable but she brushed it off. I made my way over to them,"Excuse me Louis, she's my date."

Louis grabbed his heart and acted like he was truly hurt,"I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING SPECIAL HAZ!"

I laughed and Louis gave me a wink as he walked away to dance with one of the girls dressed like a whore. Taylor eyes were at peace. I could read her emotions through her eyes everytime I looked into them.

We swayed back and fourth, I examined her small body. She was curvy but so damn skinny. It wasn't a natural skinny, it seemed forced. I was broken from my thought,"My eyes are up here."

My cheeks turned a bright shdae of red,"Erm, Sorry."

She laughed,"It's fine, Styles."

****

"I had a lot of fun tonight." She said as we sat in my car after the party.

"Me too, I'm glad we got to hang out, outside of the bakery."

She smiled,"Agreed, well I better get going."

"Wait, let me get your number. So we can text. Or call. I like talking to you." 

She motioned for my phone, and I easily handed it to her. She handed it back and started to walk into her house. 

I waited about a half an hour before I called her. In all honesty, I missed her the second she left my car. My fingers dialed her number and I put the phone up to my ear. It was picked up,"Hello?"

"Hey Taylor, it's Harry."

"Oh hey," I could tell she was smiling.

"What're you up to?" 

"Erm, just ya know. sitting around, yourself?"

"Sitting in my room, completely bored, so I was like 'Hey i'm going to call Taylor and bug her."

She let out a quiet laugh,"It's nice to know I'm your booty call when you're bored."

"I didn't mean it like that!" I replied feeling bad.

"I know, I know. Chill, Styles."

I smiled, many people have called me Styles but it sounded the best coming from her mouth. Before I could answer I heard yelling coming from her side of the phone. It was a man's voice,"Uh, Harry, I uh, have to go."

The line went dead and panic ran through me. I started to get dressed, I was going to drive to her house, what if someone broke in? What if they're hurting her? After ten minutes my phone rang again,"Hey Harry."

"Taylor, are you alright?"

I heard her sniffling,"Yeah, can you meet me at the park in the center of holmes chapel?"

"Yes, of course. be there shortly."

She had hung up. I was scared, not for me but for her. My feet slipped into a pair of black converse and I headed down the steps.

"Where are you going at this late hour?" My Mum asked.

"Erm, to meet up with Taylor. She called me and she was crying."

A flash of worry ran across her face,"Alright, if she needs a place to stay, our home is welcome."

I nodded,"Thanks Mum," I kissed her cheek and hopped into my car and drove to the park.

My eyes ran across the park to see if I could see her. My eyes stopped when I saw the fragile girl sitting on a swing, she had a simple blue hooded zip up jacket and light blue skinny jeans. I parked my car and went jogging up to her. Before I could say anything I saw a new bruise on her face.

"What the hell happened?" I asked frozen in shock.

She chuckled while sniffling away her tears,"Can I say I  hit my face on my night stand again?"

I shook my head,"Who did this to you?"

She broke into tears and I walked over to her. I wrapped my arms around her, her tears soaked through my shirt. I didn't talk, I just rubbed her back and let her cry. When she wanted to talk, she would talk.