Secret Identity (Haylor)

Chapter 17: Party Poopers.

Chapter 17: Party Poopers.

Taylor's POV

"Taylor? Are you possibly dating your best friend Ed Sheeran?!?!"

"Taylor! Answer me! Is it true that you let paparazzi inside your house?!?!"

"Miss Swift, how's life?"

Questions fill my space of breathing, continuing to heat the atmosphere, yet it feels chilly with my emotions.

"Hey, hey! Move! Make way please!" My bodyguard screams through the noise to make a pathway in between the crowd.

I ignore the absurd questions in silence and make my way into the hotel, making me feel comfortable for a second, but the nerves come back as I think of what will happen tonight.

"Taylor! O-oh... Taylor..." Ed softens his blissful tone to a blue one as he welcomes me to a private room, big enough to hold a party.

"No, Ed, it's fine. If it was a mistake, it's fine." I smile warmly, forgiving him for whatever he's done.

"Good then. Still, I'm sorry for that. I just wanted to let out some feeli-"

"Ed, I told you! It's fine bud!" I laugh and I hug him, uniting our friendship back.

"So! You're kinda, well, early?" Ed lightens the mood to switch to another topic.

I laugh, scratching my head. "Yeah! You didn't tell me what time the party'll start. So just to be sure-"

"You came at eight o'clock?" He finishes my sentence for me as he laughs at me being a dork.

"Well, it's clearly not a sin to be early. Stay here late either if you want to. Have fun, Tay." He advices me and I nod, giggling.

We catch up like it's been a year since we've seen each other, yet it was just a few hours.

We didn't realize that an hour had passed because of our chat, until other guests came in groups, and others just in a crowd being lone.

"I guess I'll have to talk to you later on. Now have fun!" He exclaims while the music starts, and screams started to erupt in excitement.

I walk to the refreshments when this figure suddenly bumps into me.

"Oh gosh I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you or anything?!?!" The man says in panic.

"N-no I'm fine. It's just a strong impact, but I'm fine." I smile, rubbing my forehead, looking down.

"I'm such an idiot! Let me get you an ice pack." His British speaks to me.

"No no, it's fine. Thank you- Harry?" I look up in shock of who I'm seeing.

Harry's POV

"... Be whoever you wanna be." Ed's voice rings in my ear as I sit in the car, waiting to arrive at the hotel where the party's held.

Be whoever you wanna be? I have no idea on how he says it like it's water; simply flowing out of his mouth.

But after my long period of deciding, it's better to be myself, rather than faking my identity.

"We're here." The driver informs me, being a signal for me to face a walkway of flashing lights once I get out.

My thoughts were correct as cameras' flashes met my skin at the moment my shoes touched the pavement.

I enter the hotel and walked to the designated private room where Ed is holding the party.

As I get there, a little line stopped me outside, telling me to wait for my turn to get in as other celebrities and guest were also lined up to get in.

My phone blurted out a mild sound, alarming me that I have a message.

'From: Louis Tomlinson
Hey, Harry, I'm really sorry bout that time. Can we please just talk? 😔'

And he still has the pride to text me?

'To: Louis Tomlinson
What? So you could do it again? I'm sick of you getting into my life, now get out of it.'

I hit send, and get another one a few seconds later.

'From: Louis Tomlinson
We're band mates, we can't get out of each other's lives unless we break apart.'

The line shortens and I finally get in, still focusing on my phone.

'To: Louis Tomlinson
Look, Louis. Be dramatic to everyone else, but not me nor Eleanor. You don't see it, don't you? You're immature in every way. You let go of your only girlfriend, then come out gay? May I tell you Louis that you're only making my life worse, I mean it. You can't do anything, you're just a bug in my system. Every time I glitch, you're always the problem.'

I send it and maybe wait for another senseless reply.

Being too distracted on Louis' irritable messages, I suddenly bump into someone, hearing a thud.

"Oh gosh I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you or anything?!?!" I apologized with a hint of panic and worry.

"N-no I'm fine. It's just a strong impact, but I'm fine." The woman says while she rubs her forehead and looking down, probably regaining her focus.

"I'm such an idiot! Let me get you an ice pack." I say in worry once more.

"No no, it's fine. Thank you- Harry?" She finally looks up and recognizes my face.

I gulp strong enough that I could almost a sore throat.

Before I could answer, someone tapped my shoulder from behind.

I look back and find another blue eyed person I know.

"Harry, please." Louis says with his eyes asking for forgiveness.