The Trust Bar (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction) (on hold)

Untouchable

Hey guys!! For some reason I was especially eager to update this book! I'm not exactly sure why...but I just felt like updating! Hope you guys are fine with that....anyway! I don't why I want to tell you this, but I want to get a bunch of tattoos when I'm 18. I want to get a cross on my left hand, a heart on my left hand, "Everyone knows I'm in over my head" around my left wrist, "Heaven forbid you end up alone and don't know why" around my right wrist, "Viva La Vida" on my stomach, "Forever Young" down my arm, and........maybe JUST MAYBE a spiderweb on my neck!!! Haha aren't I awesome? LOL OK so anyway enjoy this chap of TTB!!! It's been a while since I've updated, I apologize for that, but I'm trying!! That's all I can do!! 

Bye now...

Lots of love!!xx

Taylor's POV

  I woke up in David's arms. With barely any memory of what happened the previous night. I glanced up at David, who was still asleep. Might as well go back to sleep I thought to myself. I closed my eyes and snuggled deeper into David's arms.

  As soon as my eyes were closed I got flashback of what I'm guessing happened last night.

****Flashback******

"Is this Taylor Hillrige?" The voice was deep and sophisticated.

"Yes, who am I speaking to?"

"This is Mike Stanford, from 'Mike at Nine'." I gasped

"Oh my gosh! Hi!"

"Hello Taylor. I heard that you're getting pretty close with Harry Styles. Is this true?" He asked me.

"Um....no. Who told you that?"

"Actually there's pictures on the covers of magazines, haven't you seen?" Was he crazy?

"THERE'S PICTURES? NO I haven't seen them. Wait, why are you calling me?"

"I also heard you're a student at a music school. I was wondering if you would like to preform on my show nex Saturday and then follow up with a quick interview," He told me. Iswear my heart stopped beating.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! This is amazing. But I don't know. I'll call you in a few days with an answerif that's OK." I was fan girling while sitting on my bed.

"That's fine. But I need to know in three days, max."

"OK. Thank you so much!!"

"Bye now. Have a good night."

"You too!"

****End of flashback****

  Next thing I knew the image of Harry walking out the door kept replaying itself in my head. It wouldn't go away. Just mentally replaying itself over, and over, and over, and over.....and over. It wouldn't leave.

 I sucked in a breath of air and blinked back the tears that threatened to fall.

"Sometimes it's OK to cry..." I heard someone whisper in my ear. I broke down then. I buried my face in his arm and cried for what seemed like hours. I cried my eyes out as the image of him leaving just replayed and replayed. Like it was forever etched into my brain. 

  It felt like I would never calm down. I cried harder everytime that image of him walking out the door played itself in my head. Meaning I was screaming because of how loud I was crying. I did't care anymore about what David thought about me anymore. I just didn't care. It meant less than nothing to me now.