Taylor's p.o.v:
When I woke up, the sun was streaming in, which made me and Harry was sitting down on the bed next to me, stroking my hair. The smell of french toast filled the room, as i opened my eyes.
"Hey." I said, smiling at Harry. "How long did I sleep?"
"15 hours" Harry chuckled. I groaned, feeling as lazy as ever. "Well, here's your breakfast." He passed me a tray of the french toast, and stole some off it.
"Oi!" I said, whacking him lightly. We lay in bed for a while, talking and eating.
"Crap." I said, smacking my hand to my head
"What?" Harry sounded concerned. "What is it, Taylor?"
"Shit shit shit shit shit!" I jumped out of bed.
"Taylor, what the fuck is wrong?"
"Ugh!" I said, ignoring him.
"Taylor." He said softly. "I'm loosing my mind over here."
"I haven't gone to target!" I
"What?! "
"Harry." i said, putting him out of his misery. "When i release an album, the next morning i always go to target to buy the album. People are probably lining up there, and i haven't even been!"
"Oh." He said, looking a little underwhelmed. "Well it's afternoon now."
"Not helping, Harry."
"I mean that it's not too late." Harry said. "I'll drive you, if you want."
"Aw, thank you." I said, wrapping my arms around him. "You're right. I need to calm down."
"You're being too loud."
a/n: sorry this chapter was kinda boring but next chapter stuff happens hehe :)
