Harry's POV
"Is hockey cool?"
"Definitely. Well more so if I understood half the stuff going on down the ice."
"You weren't that bad!"
Taylor just scoffed in response.
"Dinner?"
"I ate like all of the barbeque that's left earlier. So I think not."
"Well Liam and I ate earlier on set so same."
"Let's take a long way home then, shall we?" I suggest, as we reached the motorcycle.
"We shall." She answers, putting on her helmet. She looked cute in that thing.
So now we are cruising the streets of LA, not sure where to go. Just taking the longest way home, I mean I'd do anything to make it longer, because with her arms wrapped around my waist, and her chin resting on my shoulder? I would never want this night to end.
We stopped by the famous Urban Lights and her reaction was very priceless,
"This is so aesthetically pleasing! I love this." She says admiring the art work.
"You know what else is aesthetically pleasing?" I ask removing my helmet.
"What?"
"Me, come on! Everyone knows that." I say flashing her my most charming smile.
"Conceited bitch." She says with a scoff then she wandered off.
As for me I took out my phone, And took pictures of her enjoying the aesthetically pleasing work in front of us but honestly she is the art. The most exquisite piece of art made of beauty and flaws and imperfections the most breathtaking thing to ever exist and graze us with to much glory.
It's Taylor's world we just live in it.
And eventually I got pinned down by fans asking for pictures.
"You're here alone?" One of the girls asks and I pointed to where Taylor was.
"I'm actually here with my rumoured girlfriend." I say humouring the issue of me and Taylor dating.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Another asked making me laugh.
"No, she's not. We're just very close, we've been friends since we're 18." I answered as I signed one of our old album.
"Are you carrying this around often? You're one dedicated fan aren't you?" I ask making them laugh.
"She's beautiful by the way. " One of them pointed out
"She is isn't she? A very kind person too." I answered smiling and all of them looked at each other.
I cleared my throat.
"So picture?" I say changing the subject.
They all rushed beside me with no one left to take a selfie or to just snap a picture.
"We got a bit of a problem. Who's taking a picture?" I stated the problem
They all looked at each other waiting who'll give in first but before they could break into an argument.
"Is it okay if I take the picture." She says from behind.
Making everyone's head turn around except for me.
She smiled so charmingly at everyone before the girl named Karen handed Taylor her phone.
Taylor told everyone to get close and to strike our best pose like somewhat a real photographer and so we did.
