On the way home. (#Wattys2015)

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I fix my shirt in front of the mirror, gently placed on the wall. I can hear Taylor's humming to Lorde, I just smile. She loves to sing and dance, even though her face turns red when I run into her not-so-good dancing skills.

''Does this dress looks better than this one?'' She speaks, walking out of the bathroom as she holds a yellow dress on her right hand and a blue one on the other. I furrow my eyebrows, focusing on both dresses and imagining her wearing each, but according to my thoughts she looks beautiful with the two.

''Yellow,'' I walk closer to her. ''Or blue, you'll still look pretty.'' She smiles and then pecks my nose with her pouting lips.

''Stop lying to me Styles.'' She walks to the bathroom again and I follow her. She is taking off her blouse as I gently stare at her back.

''You are so pretty Swift.'' Her cheeks turn red, I just laugh whenever that happens. She hates compliments, not because she doesn't believe them, simply because she doesn't like her cheeks turning the color of apples. I love seeing her like that.

''I love you, but get out, I need to fix my outfit.'' She says, pushing me with her hands, getting me out of the bathroom.

''Hurry up because we are running late!'' I yell and then pace toward the leaving room. The red couch is waiting for me to sit, I don't hesitate. I throw my head back, closing my eyes and waiting for time to pass. Taylor always takes more than what she says she will and I know this is not going to be an exception. Her voice is still tuning to Lorde, I chuckle with my eyes closed, trying to imagine nothing so I can rest while she gets ready.

''Baby wake up.'' She mumbles, leaving traces of her lips on my cheek. A smile stretches on my lips and the ceiling is the first thing I notice when I open my eyes. I fix my seating position and my green eyes meet her blue eyes, and she smiles.

''Are you ready?'' She nods and we both stand up, walking over to the door, exiting the apartment. The car is waiting for us in front of the building and I open the door for her, as I normally do whenever we go out. She gets inside and I rush to get in, not making her wait any second longer.

''My mom invited us over at the beach house for the weekend.''

''I'm not going.''

''What?'' The tone in her voice is high, her eyes are wide open and her teeth are clenched. I just got her mad, way to go Harold. Thing is, her mother and I don't get along, since she believes her daughter being engaged to me is a huge mistake. I still don't get why, since I've never treated Taylor close to bad. I've always done whatever she wants and I live for her, she is definitely the only person I have left in this life and I take good care of her, because I don't want to lose her. But her mother doesn't see it, she just sees me as an immature person who treats her daughter opposite to what she deserves.

''You know she dislikes me.'' I slightly glance at her, while my hands are clenched to the wheel.

''She invited us Harry, Jesus Christ, you are such a pain in the ass.'' I roll my eyes, why am I the pain in the ass? It makes no sense to me.

I scoff. ''You've got to be kidding me.''

''You know what?'' I glance at her, her sight is straight into the distance. ''Drive, I won't speak to you.''

''Fine.'' I keep on driving, as anger starts to flow through my veins. I take a deep breath, not looking away from the road. The sound of our voices disappears on the silence that feels like hell.

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We are finally at Polly's place. She is Taylor's bestest friend, they've been close since they were little girls playing dolls and tea time. Little Taylor's blonde afro always stands out in the family pictures, and whenever the two appeared in a picture, half of Polly's face is covered, due to Taylor's hair. It actually makes me laugh every single time, it's hilarious.

Taylor gets out of the car with the gift in her hands, not eyeing me once. She is good on giving me the cold shoulder. I close the car door, hard enough for her to listen, but she pays no attention to it. She keeps on walking and leaves the front door open for me to come in, at least she still wants me there. I notice people walking around the house, red cups in hand and small talks traveling between the corners of the house. I see Polly talking to Taylor at a distance and she glances at me, raises her hand and waves. Taylor turns around, but she walks away from Polly, I just walk closer.

''Bad blood, huh?'' Polly says, sarcastically, while placing a kiss on my cheek. I roll my eyes. ''Give her a few hours and then she'll be all over you.'' She winks, I just laugh.

''I don't even know.'' I shrug, she chuckles and then her husband, Frank joins us.

''Women,'' Frank rolls his eyes as the words flow out of his lips, a laugh escapes from my chapped lips and then Polly elbows him, making the grin on his face stop. ''It was a joke.''

''Exactly.'' She leaves the two of us alone, my hands are in my pockets as he looks down at his cup.

''How's life Harry?''

''Frankly,'' We both laugh, pun intended. ''It's hard, her mom hates me,'' I lick my lips. ''But she is totally worth it.''

''Marry her as soon as you can.''

''She's looking for the perfect dress,'' I clear my throat. ''Haven't founded yet.''

''Women.'' He raises his eyebrows, stating the fact that women are indeed, complicated as hell. I chuckle and then my eyes meet with Taylor's, but she looks away. She is really mad and I know she is waiting for me to say something.

''Excuse me,'' Frank nods and I walk away from him, toward to Taylor. Her body is against the wall, near the fireplace as her eyes are examining the different kinds of people that were invited. In all honesty, they were all strangers to me, except for Polly and Frank. ''Can we talk?'' She looks at me, no expression on her face and then starts to walk. I follow her, going upstairs and heading toward the married couple's room. I close the door behind me. Silence was present again.

''Why do you dislike my mother?'' She asks, facing her back on me. My arms are crossed as I try to process the question she just made.

''It's her, I have nothing against her.''

''Don't lie to me Harold.'' She just called me Harold, she is crazy mad. But why? I am not the one with troubles, it's her mom.

''I'm not lying-''

''You know what?'' She walks close to me. Her arms are crossed and there is still no expression on her beautiful face. My eyes examine her eyes, then her nose and for last, her lips. She has the face of an angel, with those deep blue ocean eyes and those rosy lips, so kissable and soft. ''I'm starting to think she's right.''

''Are you even serious right now?'' I ask, furious. She was questioning everything that we ever built, just because of this stupid fight. She nods, not daring to look at me. ''Don't say anything else.'' Our eyes meet and I know she doesn't mean it, she can't mean it. I love her and she loves me and that's everything we need.