*2 weeks later*
Taylor's p.o.v:
I felt sick. Completely and utterly sick. I couldn't eat anything without, as they say, "enjoying it twice." I would bring it up just minutes after I ate it. It was horrible. I was starving, but eating didn't help that. Drinks would stay down, but I couldn't survive on drinks all my life, could i? Ugh.
The worst part was, I had a show tonight. This was my last show for the first leg of the tour, and then I would have a month break. I had to make it through tonight, and then I would have four weeks off. I had to do it.
Harry was being lovely about all of this, but I could tell it was grossing him out. I felt sincerely sorry for him, having to deal with me, my mood swings and my vomit.
"Have a lie down!" Harry said, not knowing what else to suggest.
"I can't!" I snapped. "I have a show tonight. Rehearsals and shit."
"Just cancel it for goodness sakes!"
"I can't cancel! I won't"
"I love you."
"What?"
"I love you." Harry repeated.
"That was random." I said. "But I love you to. Even though sometimes I act like I don't."
"Yes." He agreed. "And sometimes you're a pain in the arse."
"Arse." I said slowly, imitating his accent.
"Ass." He said right back at me, imitating me.
"I'm your American queen." I smirked.
"Right you are." I nodded. "And I'm your... Manchester boy?"
"Oh come on!" I sighed. "You know it's about you."
"Then why is it London boy?"
"London, Manchester – same thing."
"Oh okay, just like New York City and Los Angelis, right?"
"What? No!" I shook my head. "Definitely not. They're completely different."
"Exactly!" Harry said. "Now, are you going to lie down or not?"
"No." I said sternly.
I grabbed my keys and walked towards the door, Harry following. I walked into my garage and got into the car.
"Taylor." Harry said gently. "At least let me drive."
"Okay, fine." I nodded, reluctantly. "I'm being nice. I'm not agreeing because I don't want to drive, I'm doing it to relieve you of all your stress."
"That's so nice of you." He said sarcastically.
Harry was a good driver, even though he almost killed me once. The drive to the stadium for rehearsals was long, but pleasant. We listened to the album Blue by Joni Mitchell, which we both just adored.
When we arrived, I wasn't pleased. Being in the car was a nice break from everything, and getting out of it meant physical activity, which was the last thing I felt like doing.
a/n: this chapter's short and shit oop.
