Secret Identity (Haylor)

Chapter 13: She Stayed Mad At Harry Styles.

Chapter 13: She Stayed Mad At Harry Styles.

Ed's POV

I pick out a couple of casual clothes to wear for tonight. I don't usually think hard on this, but I'm doing it for Taylor.

Interrupting the silence, my phone rang. Athina's name appeared on the screen.

No. I can't do this. I have a girlfriend. So technically that's cheating.

I was drunk last night, not knowing what exactly my body was enacting. But for sure I know that my mind did not think so much.

I hurriedly picked up the phone with sweaty hands.

"Hey babe! How's it going?" I answered, my voice slightly cracking. "Good! Hey I missed you." Her voice sounded like an angel.

"Uh, I missed you too." I tried to sound alive but failed. I started to sound like a broke beggar whom wasted his life on drugs.

The silence was awkward, the minute goes by fast, nothing seems to happen. Not even a false cough.

"Hey baby, I need to go, love you." She said swiftly and hung up the phone in less than a second.

My feelings were eating me up at the moment. I label myself as the bad best mate, the good best mate, and the unfaithful lover of which I am most guilty of.

"Mate, can I come in?" Harry's voice muffled as he was behind my flat's door.

Speaking of that lad, how did he get here?

"Yeah sure, come in!" I screamed for him to be audible.

The wooden door creaked open as the room welcomed my best friend.

"How and why did you get here?" I chuckled at Harry as we hugged.

"To vent out problems," he said as we parted

"What are you talking about?"

Taylor's POV

I paced around my room like a stressed out mother scolding her children.

"No. I slept with Ed. But he has a girlfriend! And I have a growing relationship with Matt! It's just-- everything's just-- UGH!" I kicked a shoebox.

"Don't you understand?!?! Hearts and feelings are in danger!" I yelled at my cats, scaring them away.

You may think it's crazy of an insane cat lady I am, but it's the only way I could vent out right now.

I rubbed my temples and sat on my bed. I reached for my phone which instinctively, was the only thing I could think of.

I scrolled through my contacts a if I was bored.

Just then, I thought about Matt and Harry.

They have the same number, how?

I can't call Matt to solve this, we aren't in such good conditions that I want it to be.

And why would I call Harry? My ex-boyfriend Harry?

Harry that boy, he probably doesn't love me anyway.

But Harry, he was unexpected. Him being the famous member of a boy band, and me being the world's famous singing sensation. Society from the future might think it's outrageous, but I think that it was the type of love that I actually... loved.

I remember when I was 22, slowly turning 23, and him at 18. It was an age gap, meaning a factor that you may immediately say as 'it won't work out'.

He was barely legal in America, but it applies differently in his country.

I can still recall when he slept over to my hotel on one of those cold dark December nights.

"What are you doing there?" I slowly adjusted the brightness of the kitchen light to be a tad brighter.

"Getting a drink!" He had to scream, since his head was practically stuck in the little refrigerator provided by the hotel.

"You're not even legal." I giggled at my boyfriend's cuteness.

He finally got out of the fridge with two beer bottles in hand.

"I said you're not legal." I hugged him and kissed his chest.

"Why did you say yes to being my girlfriend then?" He asked while opening his bottle. "You idiot, it doesn't even relate!" I laughed.

"It does. You wouldn't date an immature lad like me. Why would you waste your time on such a thing? And, this might not even last." He sighed and drank his alcohol.

"Don't say that," I whispered "I said yes because I'm in love with you, not because you were famous. I wanted to date Harry, or Haz, not Harry Styles." I looked up at him.

"In that case, I love you." He smiled and kissed my lips softly, with his arm around my waist, waking me up in the middle of the night, and especially tasting the alcohol left in his mouth.

Although he was right, Taylor Swift and Harry Styles didn't last as long as we wanted it to be. But I'll always be thankful, that Haz actually came into my life even just for a short while.

Harry's POV

"What are you talking about?" Ed asked, assuming that I shouldn't be too problematic.

"Louis, Taylor, eh." I shrugged.

"Mhm, okay let's start with Louis." He told me. "Well, he kissed me on my lips. El got in and got we heart broken, and I left him there because I didn't want to continue." I said plainly.

"And Taylor?"

"She stayed mad at me for Harry Styles."