#haylor fanfiction

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All I can taste is this moment

(And all I can breathe is your life).

There he was again. Somehow Calvin fucking Harris had managed to piss Harry Styles off more times than he could count. Which was strange considering he’d only met the guy for two seconds and had one civil (ish) conversation with him. 

And he was not a fan. 

He was biased. I mean, how could he not be. On the surface level, it was hard to compete with such a great guy who was not only successful but also didn’t have a crazy, immature fanbase that gravely interfered in his personal relationships. 

And as grateful as Harry was, from where he was sitting, that seemed like a pretty killer deal. No wonder Taylor was happy with him. 

But he doesn’t know. Something about the guy rubbed him the wrong way. 

“Can we leave now, for crying out loud?” Harry said, coming back to the bar, absolutely having no energy left to deal with this whole situation.

Louis, seeing his best friend’s face, simply nodded. “Of course. But, just… hold on a second.” With that he got up and rounded up the gang. 

Harry thought about joining him, but if he was being honest with himself, the night had pretty much drained him. And he just needed a minute to himself.

Eventually, he saw Kendall in the distance again and she made his way over to him and they continued talking. 

She asked him where he went earlier and he simply told her that him and Taylor took a walk and had just started talking.

She doesn’t push it even if she doesn’t completely believe it.

—

“Jesus Christ, Louis, where in hell did you disappear to?” Harry asked, once he saw Louis stride towards him. 

“Sorry, mate. It’s just… Niall and Ed really wanted to take one last picture in the photobooth and—”

“—Without me?”

“Harry, did you honestly want to be smushed up against Taylor and her boyfriend making out for the 50th time?” He inquired, annoyed. 

That stung. A lot. 

“No. No, I really didn’t.” He said, completely serious. 

“What I thought. Alright, listen, just get in the car outside, I’ll round up the rest of the guys.” Louis said before running off. 

—-

They got to their hotel rooms that night. Niall was absolutely buzzed. Liam and Louis — slightly better — had helped Niall up the stairs after much struggle. 

Small moments like these really made Harry realize that they were one member short. He could picture the moment in front of him. Zayn and Harry silently laughing to themselves about having to drag up one of the guys. 

—

He woke up the next morning, and he could definitely feel the hangover. 

More than that, he could also remember them. And God, he hated this. He hated this constant state of misery he was in. It was downright pathetic. 

Harry got up that day, reluctantly, ready to take on the world.

Maybe not in the conventional Happy-Go-Lucky Harry fashion, but it was a start.  

—

New York. He was in New York. 

And from what he’d heard, so was she. It was like he just couldn’t escape her, even if he wanted to. 

It had been a month since the BBMAS and Harry was holding up fine. Better.

But with them, it was like a cycle, wasn’t it? Some way, somehow, he’d be getting over her and then he’d see her at an award show they were attending. 

And it’s just impossible to resist her pull. Not just as his ex girlfriend who he genuinely adores but as an artist. At what she does. It’s hard not to be pulled in. 

But that same spotlight held him back from trying to get her back or heck, even interacting with her in public. 

Harry woke up that day as he had rehearsal with the band along with a writing session too.

When he arrived at the recording studio, he saw the boys as well as the sound technicians, the producers and all. But he also spotted their manager in a not so friendly conversation with some of the guys. 

“—All I’m saying is that you should have at least talked to him about it beforehand—”

“—this is a great opportunity for the band, Louis. We can’t let it slip.”

“Yeah, but there’s no point if Harry isn’t in on the plan, is it?” Louis replied. 

He fixed the collar of his shirt and simply responded. “Well, he’s just going to have to cooperate.” 

And with that he left after a few instructions here and there. 

Harry glanced around the room, looking at Niall, Liam and Louis. They looked at him but they didn’t tell him anything. 

“Hey. Um, what was that about?” Harry asked, casually. 

“Oh. Uh. You know how Jeff is. He’s just a little harsh in his ways. But he means well.” Louis told him, patting his shoulder. 

“…okay. D’you want to get to work then?” He asked, unsure. 

“Yeah, let’s do it.” 

—

“She’s here.” He heard Louis whisper.

“Who?” Harry inquired.

“Niall, Liam, a minute?” Louis requested.

“What are you guys doing? Does this have something to do with what Jeff said?” He stood up, irritated with the weird secrecy. 

“Well—”

“—Hey, guys.” A voice interrupted. 

Not just a voice. Her. 

Taylor. 

A/N: sorry! ik this is extremely short, but i wanted to see if you guys were interested in the direction i was thinking of making this go, so i would LOVE some opinions and i promise i’ll be more active ! i’m on vacation hence the slow update <3

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The irony isn’t lost on me that a lot of fan fictions about Harry are written from people who say they aren’t about that Haylor life but tie Taylor Swift lyrics, titles, or themes nicely into their fanfics. And I absolutely love it.

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So Long, London

A/N: IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING, BUT!

HELLO, I'M BACK! I know it's been a long time since I've written (although I'm active on Tumblr from time to time), but I'm back. I've had a lot of ideas in my head for the last few months, fuelled by…well, ever since Taylor Swift's last album came out I've had a lot of Haylor theories and since then I've been a bit obsessed with the What If's and theories that some of Taylor's current songs are for Harry.

So out of all those What If's comes this Haylor One Shot which, from what I have in my head, could have more parts. I need your opinions on this and on the idea of publishing more of these two stories (I have several I've started to write).

PAIRING: Harry Styles x Taylor Swift

WORD COUNT: 2K

WARNING: Not an english native speaker.

SUMMARY: Two old lovers reunite during challenging time

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End of August 2016

The summer sun shone brightly over the London park, casting dappled shadows through the lush green canopy. I adjusted my sunglasses as I strolled along the winding path, savoring the warmth and tranquility. This park had become my sanctuary, a peaceful retreat from the chaos that had enveloped my life in recent months.

The social media fallout of these last months had left me reeling. Once celebrated as America's sweetheart, I now found myself at the center of a relentless storm of criticism. My recent breakup with Calvin and the brief, highly-publicized affair with Tom after the Met Gala had only added fuel to the fire. But most of the media do not take into account the fact that my little whirlwind romance with Tom had ended almost as quickly as it had begun, leaving me feeling more alone than ever.

I took a deep breath, letting the fresh air fill my lungs. The park was nearly empty, the serenity broken only by the occasional chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves underfoot. As I turned into another path, a familiar figure caught my eye in the distance. My heart skipped a beat. It couldn’t be... could it?

I squinted against the sunlight, my mind racing as I tried to confirm what my eyes were seeing. Sure enough, it was him. His unmistakable silhouette, casual in a T-shirt and jeans, strolling towards me. But something clearly was different. The last time I saw him in person, he had a mane full of brunette curls. Now, from a distance I could see his hair was short, even shorter than when I met him years ago, framing his face in a way that was both new and strangely familiar. His presence here, in this park, seemed almost surreal, meeting your old flame in a London park.

“Taylor?” he called out, his voice tinged with disbelief as he recognized me.

“Harry!” I responded, my eyes lighting up.

We closed the distance between us, stopping a few feet apart. For a moment, we simply stood there, taking in the sight of each other. The years seemed to melt away, and I was transported back to simpler times.

“It’s been a while,” Harry said, his voice warm and friendly.

“Yeah, it has,” I replied, smiling. “What brings you here?”

“Just needed some peace and quiet,” he shrugged. “How about you?”

“Same,” I admitted. “It’s been a tough year.”

Harry nodded, his expression softening with understanding. “I heard. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“Thanks,” I said softly. “It’s getting better, though. Slowly.”

We began to walk together, falling into an easy rhythm. The conversation flowed naturally, our shared history creating a comfortable familiarity. The sun filtered through the trees, casting playful patterns on the ground as we walked. The scent of blooming flowers mixed with the earthy aroma of the park, creating a soothing atmosphere.

“Do you want to talk about all…that?” Harry asked gently after I explained that I was living in London indefinitely for the time being, in a kind of self-imposed exile forced by the drama of the last few months. "I don't want to force you to tell me anything, but if you need to... I'm here."

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I suppose it might help. It's just... everything happened so fast. One minute, I was at the top of my career winning all these awards and accolades for my work and the next, it was over and all the snakes fell on me. And I was alone, I’ve never felt so lonely. The whole thing with Kanye destroyed everything I have worked for since I was a child and everyone supported him in my demonization, no one stood up for me.”

Harry's eyes widened slightly. “I saw that. It must have been awful.”

“It was,” I admitted. “It felt like the whole world turned against me overnight. My social media was flooded with snake emojis, people calling me a liar, and saying even worse things. It was like I was trapped in a storyline full of lies that I never asked to be part of, ever since 2009.”

Harry nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I can’t imagine how tough that must have been. I’ve had my share of public scrutiny, but it sounds like you’ve been through the wringer.”

“It’s been rough,” I admitted. “But I’m trying to focus on the positive, I have decided to put some distance from the eye of the hurricane to lick my wounds and try not to end up going crazy. My music has been a lifeline, as always. It’s the one thing that’s kept me grounded through all this. But now, I’m not even sure if I can release new music again without my reputation being ruined all over.”

Harry turned to me, his expression serious. “You’re stronger than you realize, Taylor. What you’ve been through... it’s not easy, but you’ve handled it with grace. Your music has always been your strength. People love your music.”

“Thanks, Harry. That means a lot coming from you,” I said, my eyes softening. “You’ve always been good at lifting people up. But it's hard to think about putting myself out there again. What if it just brings more negativity?”

Harry smiled, his eyes full of warmth. “I get that. But think about all the people your music has touched, all the lives you've changed with your songs. You've always been true to yourself, and that's what matters.”

We found a bench and sat down, the golden afternoon sun casting a gentle glow around us. We sat in companionable silence for a few moments, watching the leaves sway in the gentle breeze. I felt a warmth spread through my chest, a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time. The park seemed to cocoon us in its embrace, offering a momentary escape from the world outside.

“What about you?” I asked, breaking the silence. “How’s life been treating you?”

Harry shrugged. “It’s been a bit of a rollercoaster. I just finished filming 'Dunkirk' with Christopher Nolan, which was incredible but intense.”

"That sounds amazing, I never imagined you as a Nolan guy."

"Yeah, it's amazing that the long-haired guy from One Direction ended up in a Nolan movie," he replied with a sad smile.

"Well, I think it suits you, whatever the public or the press thinks. You always had a lot of hidden sides in you... I just thought you'd be more of a Spielberg guy."

"You think you're so funny, Miss Swift," he replied mockingly. “I’m also starting to write songs for my first solo album.”

"Oh, that's great, that's what I know best. How was it?"

“It’s exciting, but sometimes I miss the old days with the band. Things were simpler then.”

"Sometimes change is difficult."

"I just… miss not having four other guys around to make decisions... everything I decide is going to be on me if something goes wrong and... I feel like I have a responsibility now to reach a standard, to reach expectations, if I go through with this."

“I can relate to that,” I said. “Sometimes I miss the early days of my career, before everything got so complicated.”

Harry nodded, his eyes distant for a moment. “Yeah, fame can be a double-edged sword. But I guess we just have to focus on the things that matter.”

“Exactly,” I agreed. “That’s why I’ve been pouring my heart into my music. It’s been therapeutic, in a way.”

“I’m glad you have that,” Harry said, his voice sincere. “It’s important to have something that keeps you grounded.”

We walked in comfortable silence for a while, the sounds of the park providing a soothing backdrop to our thoughts.

“Do you ever miss it?” Harry asked, his voice quiet as we continued our stroll.

“Miss what?” I replied, glancing over at him.

“Having someone to share all of this with,” he said, his gaze distant. “A partner you can tell all your uncertainties and fears to.”

I paused, considering his question. “Sometimes,” I admitted. “But it’s difficult to find someone who understands everything about my life – the fame, the reputation. It’s a lot for anyone to take on.”

Harry nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Our way of life is something that is hard to understand for anyone who has been away from this kind of life. You want to believe in that connection, but it’s scary to open yourself up to that vulnerability again.”

“Exactly,” I said, feeling a weight lift off my chest as he put my feelings into words.

We walked in silence for a few moments, lost in our own thoughts. The park was bathed in golden light, the air filled with the sounds of nature around us.

“But,” Harry said softly, breaking the silence, “I think love is always worth taking the risk. Maybe finding someone to share your love with is worth fighting for, despite the pain of them not understanding what this life is about.”

I looked at him, a glimmer of hope stirring in my chest. “Maybe you’re right.”

We walked in silence for a few moments, lost in our own thoughts. The park was bathed in golden light, the air filled with the sounds of nature around us.

“But, I don’t know if I can risk it again,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s so hard to find someone who understands this life, the constant scrutiny, the expectations. It’s exhausting. And when that person also lives under scrutiny and understands what it's like, it's even worse, because it's not only my reputation that's at stake, but also theirs.”

Harry nodded slowly. “As I see it, in a relationship where there are two previous big reputations, when you are together, it becomes one. You have to forget about the past and focus on a shared reputation, of course without forgetting that you both have separate projects, but keeping in mind that there is another person on whom, at least your public image depends. Then, maybe it’s not about finding someone who gets it all. Maybe it’s about finding someone who’s willing to try, who’s willing to be there for you despite not having all the answers.”

I considered his words, a thoughtful silence enveloping us. The park seemed to cocoon us

 in its embrace, offering a momentary escape from the world outside.

“But what if it just leads to more heartache?” I asked, my voice tinged with vulnerability.

Harry looked at me, his gaze steady. “Life is full of risks, Taylor. But sometimes, the greatest rewards come from the biggest risks. You deserve to find someone who makes you happy, who supports you through the highs and lows.”

I sighed, feeling the weight of his words. “I want to believe that. I really do.”

Harry gave me a small, encouraging smile. “You will. It just takes time.”

We continued our walk, the sun beginning its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the park. As we walked, I felt a sense of peace settle over me, a sense of hope for the future.

“Thank you, Harry,” I said softly. “For being here, for listening. It means a lot.”

“Anytime,” he replied. “You’re not alone in this. Remember that. If you need to talk or anything else, I'm just a phone call away.”

As we walked, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of optimism for the future. Maybe, just maybe, there was hope waiting just around the corner.

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Thanks for reading and I hope you liked it, please leave any comments or leave a like it if you enjoyed it.

See you soon :)

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Part 2: The Betrayal

Description: Her mother has cancer, she dropped out of college to get a job just to barely scrape up enough money to pay for her mother's treatments. But, when Blaire Pascoe gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to become a member in Harry's band. An opportunity that will change her life forever. Both good and bad.

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Warnings

•some swearing

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•Recap•

"Look, this is gonna' sound really random but I need another guitarist and you're literally bloody insane! My team and I have been looking high and low for a guitarist but I think I may have just found one?"

I stood more in shock than I had been, "Y-you're in a band too!?"

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[Blaire's P.O.V.]

He let out a laugh, as I stared at him with a cloud of confusion, and shock looming over me.

"Yeh, I am, look I'll tell you more once you get home or whatever. Just text me when you do, alright?"

"Um, why can't you just tell me now?" His eyes told me he was holding something back. "You can tell me." I spoke more quietly.

"Uh, alright I gotta' go." He spoke as his eyes flicked to somewhere off in the distance. Just as he spoke he was gone. I was left on the sidewalk beyond confused and speechless.

***

About fifteen minutes later I'd made it home in one piece thankfully . . .

In the span of the car ride I'd been to distracted thinking about if I should even take Harry up on his offer or not that I almost hit a pedestrian crossing the street while using the crosswalk no less, almost hit a squirrel as well. And caught myself going ten over the speed limit. I was lucky to be alive, lucky I didn't get a ticket.

"Hey, you're finally home! How was the gig?" My mom greeted me from the living room. I took my shoes off and set my car keys in the dish before making my way out into the room where I took a seat on the couch.

"Good." I say, apparently it was obvious my mind was elsewhere.

"What's got you so ... shaken up?" My mom asked furrowing her brows together.

"Uh, well I may or may not have gotten offered to be in some guys band." I spoke, I felt my cheeks flush.

"Really!? Do you think you're gonna' take the offer?"

"That's the thing, I don't know if I should. I mean, I've been in the same band for a few years and we haven't really accomplished much. But at the same time leaving the band would mean leaving behind my friends. And I don't think Talia or Dylan would be so keen with the idea of me leaving." I rambled, looking down at my feet.

"Look at me," I looked up to meet my mom's gaze, "When are you going to learn to start putting yourself before other people?"

"I don't know." I spoke, the truth was ever since my last relationship with this dickhead of a guy I changed in more ways than one. And becoming a so called "people-pleaser" was one of them.

"Well, you can't wait for an invitation. You've gotta' change that for yourself."

"Yeah, I know." I say, "Well, I love you but I'm gonna' go clean up and then head to bed." I say rising to my feet. My mom held her arms open for a hug. I gladly gave her one. I never knew when the last one would be so I cherished every single one.

I made my way into my room and turned the light on, opened my closet and pulled out a pair of pajamas. Suddenly my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a notification from Harry.

From Harry: You make it home yet?

To Harry: Yeah, sorry.

From Harry: Np. So, about the band thing?

To Harry: Can you give me like half an hour, please? I wanna' think about it some more. Plus I'm getting around for bed.

From Harry: Yeh, sure. Just text me when you've made up your mind. I also don't have all day either.

To Harry: I get it. Tty in a bit.

***

I sat on my bed with a towel wrapped around my hair. I pulled out my laptop from beside my bed and opened it. While taking a shower I decided it'd probably be a good idea to look up this dude before I just agreed to be part of his band.

I opened my laptops search engine and typed, 'Harry Styles'. It loaded when a Wikipedia wedsite popped up. I clicked on that and about had a stroke.

"Woah, what!?" I exclaimed as I read up on how he became a world famous musician. Something about being in a boy band called One Direction and blah blah blah. I had read enough to know that his offer was the real deal. I opened up our messages and sent him another.

To Harry: Uhhhh. Care to explain why you didn't tell me your a famous singer???

From Harry: Wow, I'm honestly surprised you didn't already know...

To Harry: Now you just sound cocky.

From Harry: Really? I mean you asked me to explain and so I did.

To Harry: Haha, very funny. Now, what about this offer?

From Harry: Well...like I said you'd be a part of my band AFTER signing a shit ton of contracts that is.

To Harry: That's it?

From Harry: Well to get you signed with me yeah that's it. But, you've gotta be able to know how to play the notes to my songs before September 19th.

To Harry: Alr, shouldn't be a big deal.

From Harry: Good, also would you be okay as being a back vocalist as well? I think you've got an amazing voice from what I heard tonight.

To Harry: Aw, thanks. I mean I don't see why not, I've been doing it for a few years now so nothing new.

From Harry: Alright, deal then?

To Harry: Deal.

From Harry: Great ok, I'll contact my team and then they'll contact you to schedule an appointment for you to sign the contracts.

To Harry: Sounds good. Okay well, I'm going to get something to eat, so bye ttyl or whenever.

From Harry: Yep, I'll tell you what my team says.

To Harry: Okay, thank you.

***

I just finished loading the last bit of dishes into the dish washer and at this point felt exhausted from my long day. Thank God it's the weekend. I made my way into my room and decided to call Talia to tell her about the deal I'd made with Harry. She picked up almost immediately.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Uh, well you're probably not going to believe me when I say this but I just a once in a lifetime offer to become part of a world famous musicians band! This could be life changing, I'd be able to actually afford my mom's cancer treatments, Tal!" I squealed from the overflowing amount of excitement. There was nothing but silence from the other line. "You still there?"

"What the f*ck! You know how betrayed I feel right now!? You are my best friend, we've been friends since elementary school and now all of a goddamn sudden your leaving behind your band and me for some dumbass offer!?" She screamed, I opened my mouth and closed it. "I'm done! This is just a bunch of shit!" She yelled again.

"Well, you know what if you were truly a real friend you'd understand why I took the offer." I hung up the call and tossed my phone to the end of the bed before I covered my face in my palms and began sobbing out of anger and frustration. It wasn't the words that stung the most, it was the fact she couldn't be happy for me. It shows how selfish some people can be.

Minutes passed and the sound of my phone buzzing interrupted my rampant thoughts. I wiped away a stray tear before I saw Harry's caller ID flashing on the screen. I breathed in and out until I was sure I had gained my composure, once I had I answered the call.

"Hey, why are you calling me?" I sniffled and wiped my nose as I waited for a response.

"Are-are you okay?"

"Oh, it's nothing to worry about, Harry. But thank you." I spoke sniffling again.

"You can tell me, I won't judge you."

"N-no, it's alright. Its not a big deal. I don't wanna'waste your time."

"You won't be wasting my time, I'm genuinely concerned."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeh, I don't care."

"Okay, well," I sucked in a breath, "I told my bandmate who I've been friends with since the first grade that I'm leaving the band and she told me I betrayed her and the band, when in reality I didn't and never would do that intentionally. And so now I'm pretty sure I just lost someone who was like a sibling to me."

"Well, I can say that if she were a true friend she should be happy and proud of you. So, I think you did the right thing. That's jus' my opinion and I know we're basically complete strangers but believe me I know what 's like to lose someone who was like a sibling."

"Yeah, well thank you. I guess, talking about it helped."

"S' not a problem. Are you okay now though?"

"Y-yeah, I think so." I fought off a smile.

"Good, good. Well, I jus' called to let you know I talked to my team and they say that they'll try to schedule something as soon as they can."

"Awesome! Thanks, Harry."

"Not a problem, also if you have any other questions jus' text or call me. If I don't answer jus' assume I'm busy."

"Alright, I will."

"Yeh, also do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

"Uh, no besides being lazy. Why?"

"Well, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go grab some lunch? Jus' to get to know one another a bit better."

"I don't wanna' make the wrong assumption but are you asking me on a date?" His laugh echoed before he replied.

"Maybe, jus' maybe."

"Okay, well yeah, what time?"

"I'd say around noon."

"Okay, sounds good. See you tomorrow then."

"Yeh, see you, Blaire." He spoke before ending the call. The realization hit me that I was literally going on a date with some random guy I didn't even know. Maybe I was ready to date again? Maybe I just didn't even know it?

I rose from the comfort of my bed and pulled out an outfit for tomorrow. I still couldn't believe Talia reacted the way she did. If she were truly my friend she would've been happy. I mean sure I might be a little upset too if my friend had just randomly told me that they were leaving the band. But, she knows how hard it is for me and my mom to afford her cancer treatments. And frankly our band wasn't giving me much income, and my income from the dinner is primarily based on tips. It was just barely enough to pay for my mom's treatments.

Suddenly there was a knock on my door, I turned around and saw my mom standing in the doorway with a quizzical look on her face.

"Were you crying?" She asked taking a seat on the edge of my bed.

"Uh, yeah, I'm okay." I spoke with a small smile.

"You're lying, what happened?" She gently spoke. I blew out a breath and sighed.

"Well, long story short I called Talia to tell her about the offer and she chewed me out for betraying her and the band. And mom, with this offer I'd be able to pay your treatments with no problem. And I even told her that and she wasn't even happy." I explained, setting my outfit on my dresser.

"Well, for one she needs to apologize-"

"No, I don't even need an apology from her. She blew it, I don't care if I'm overreacting, she knows how important your treatments are to me. She knows how hard it is to pay for them. She knows mom, she knows." She gave me a sympathetic smile.

"C'mere." She spoke with open arms. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her. She broke away from the embrace and shot me another smile before she rose from the bed. "Well, I'll let you be." She began making her way towards the door.

"Okay, well goodnight, I love you, mom."

"I love you too." She made her way out of the room leaving me alone. I turned my TV on and shut the lights off. Walking through the dimly lit room I crawled into my bed and pulled the covers over my body.

August 28th 2017

[Blaire's P.O.V.]

I sat in the booth at the cafe waiting for Harry to walk in through the doors. After knowing what I knew about him I figured he'd prefer it if we sat off in a corner to be less in the open. I anxiously bounced my leg up and down as my eyes lingered on the door.

I glanced down at the time on my phone and saw it was 12:23. Twenty-three minutes past the time Harry and I had agreed to meet at. As I sat in my cloud of anxiety I picked at my cuticle, my leg bounced as well.

'Maybe I misread his message this morning about what time to meet at?'

'What if I'm the one who's late?'

'No, we agreed to meet at noon.'

'Maybe he's just running a little behind?'

My thoughts ran rampant, I was too busy wrapped up within my anxious thoughts to notice the tattooed hand that waved in front of my face.

"Hey, Blaire." He cleared his throat grabbing my attention. I gave him a flustered smile.

"Oh, hi sorry." I spoke.

"No, 's fine, also sorry I'm running a little late. Traffic was awful." He apologized, shooting me a charming smile.

"Oh, no it's alright, I kinda' figured that was why."

"Well, how are you?" He asked removing his coat revealing a plain white tee. My eyes danced upon the two dark blotches that rested just below his collar bones, that were barely visible. My eyes traveled to his left arm that was covered in tattoos before they traveled back up to meet his.

"I'm pretty good, what about you?"

"Good, um do you know what you want to order? M' not rushing you or anything."

"Uh, I figured I'd just get a sandwich." I say, he nodded his head.

"I gotcha', you want anything to drink?"

"Nah, thanks though." I say shaking my head with a smile. "Do you know what you want?"

"Yeh, I come here a lot when I'm in New York." I nodded before I decided to ask a question.

"Who's your favorite band or musician?" He pursed his lips in thought.

"Probably Fleetwood Mac, The Beatles, jus' rock in general."

"Oh, I love Fleetwood too!" I spoke with a smile.

"As boring as this question is, whas' you're favorite animal?"

"Oh my god, a cat."

"Really? I love 'em too." He spoke with wide eyes. Just then a waiter made her way over to the booth.

"Hello, my names Anna, what would you guys like today?"

"Uh, I'll just have a grilled ham and cheese sandwich." I say looking up at her. She quickly scribbled something down onto a piece of paper.

"And what would you like, sir?"

"Um, jus' a fish sandwich is fine, uh and with a water, please."

"Alright, it should be out within fifteen minutes." She smiled tucking her pen and paper into her apron. She walked off out of my line of sight.

"What made you want to get into music?" Harry asked.

"Um, I don't know to be honest. I guess, the first time I ever picked up a guitar and played it. What about you?"

"Makes sense, and honestly I was in a band back in school called White Eskimo. And I was the lead singer so, then it just all kind of went from there."

"Oh, wow, that sounds like it'd be fun."

"Yeh, it was. Come to think of it without them I don't know where I'd be, the same goes to the other band I was in."

"Yeah, it's crazy to think about where we'd be if we hadn't of taken that leap of faith or made that choice." I say.

"Yeah, well whas' your favorite food?"

"Boring but it's chicken."

"Yeh, I haven't eaten chicken in a few years."

"Oh, are on some sort of diet or?"

"Yeh, I'm a pescetarian."

"Oh, I know a few people who are also pescetarian as well. They say once they started they felt way better and like they had more energy."

"Yeh, that's kind of how I felt."

"Doesn't it cut out a bunch of different things though?"

"I mean, I can say that it's definitely not the diet for someone who doesn't like seafood."

"Eh, I don't mind it, I'm not real crazy for it though. Well, what's your favorite food?"

"Tacos, all the way."

"They actually sound good. I haven't had them a while."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Um, no, do you?"

"Yeh, I have an older sister named Gemma, she's really sweet." He smiled. I smiled at the way he spoke of her. He pulled off his hat and gave his hair a quick comb of the fingers.

"What's your favorite book or movie of all time?" I ask.

"The Notebook." He bashfully smiled. I found it kind of cute and amusing to see him become flustered causing a blush to spread over his cheeks.

"Aw, I love that movie." I smiled, "I've only ever seen it once and I cried." His smile grew in size as I spoke.

"Maybe we'll have to watch it together some time." He spoke with a smirk.

"I'll take you up on that."

***

After about twenty minutes of asking questions back and forth, I'd come to realize that there were a lot of good qualities about Harry. I mean for one he's nice, confident, and most definitely charming. It was clear to me he knew what he was doing judging by the way I hadn't stopped smiling in the past twenty minutes.

Just then the same waitress from earlier came over balancing two small plates in each of her hands. She set mine down first followed by Harry's.

"Um, I don't mean to be rude but where's my water?" Harry spoke.

"Oh, I forgot I'm so sorry I'll be right back." She quickly apologized.

"No worries, you're alrigh'." He smiled, before he busied himself with unwrapping the wrapper around his sandwich. I followed suit, taking a bite of the cheesy sandwich. For as simple as it was it was probably one of the best grilled ham and cheese sandwiches I'd ever had.

"Is it good, love?" He asked swallowing.

"Yeah, it is. How is your's?" I watched as he brought his fingers to his lips and did a chef's kiss motion. I laughed at his actions as did he.

"Here's your water, sir." The waitress spoke placing the bottle of water onto the table. Harry shot her a quick smile before she walked away.

"Ya' know I hate seeing people get all rude and snotty with waiters who mess up someone's order." I say watching as she walks away. "If only they knew how much waiters have to do." I add.

"Yeah, you make an excellent waiter though." He smiled.

"Thanks." I smiled.

***

We'd both finished eating and sat as we mindlessly chatted about the most randomest of things. My eyes flicked away from Harry's striking green ones to the waitresses deep brown ones as she made her way over to us.

"Okay, so is the bill split or just one?" She asked.

"Uh, just make it one." Harry replied, I fought off the urge to argue and say it needed to be split but I knew he was just trying to be nice.

"Alright, well I'll be right back." She spoke with a smile before walking off.

"Thank you." I say.

"For wha'?"

"For paying, you didn't have to all I got was a sandwich."

"Yeh, exactly all you got was a sandwich." He stated.

"Well, regardless thank you for paying." I say with a grateful smile.

"S' not a big deal." He smiled.

***

We walked out of the cafe side by side, the warm air brushed against my exposed skin.

"Well, I had a great time with you, Blaire." Harry spoke, as we walked across the surprisingly peaceful New York street.

"Thanks, so did I, Harry." I smiled.

"Well, do you think you'd be interested in doing this again?" He questioned momentarily glancing over at me as he walked with his head down.

"I mean, yeah I definitely would." I smiled. He suddenly stopped and turned to face me.

"Alrigh', well my cars right here." He spoke, retrieving his car keys from his pocket.

"Yeah, well bye, Harry." I spoke, he shot me a smile.

"Yep, bye Blaire. Hey, text me when you get back home please."

"I will, bye." I waved bye as I walked away. I couldn't contain my smile any longer. It was like an overflowing amount of happiness had hit me all at once.

***

I arrived back home and set my keys into the dish my mom wasn't home, which was surprising. I ventured into the living room and took a seat on the couch. Pulling out my phone I sent Harry a message saying I got home.

From Harry: Ok, thanks. Ttyl.

To Harry: Alr, ttyl, Harry.

I closed out of my messages to see a Twitter notification that I had been tagged in. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"Who in the hell knows my name?" I whispered to myself. I clicked on the notification and my eyes grew wide.

My eyes traveled down to the person who tweeted it, they began scanning over the words.

harrystylesfaninfinity: "WHAT THE FUCK!??? WHO THE HELL IS SHE!?"

styles_1D: dude! I was at this bar last night and that's literally Blaire Pascoe! She was introduced by her bandmate Talia Lane! She plays the guitar and can sing! OMG what if Harry was at the bar and they met!?

sottlover: ummm???? How else do u think they met? I've never even heard of Blaire soooo. They def met at that bar u were talking abt unless they met before that but it just seems odd that all of a sudden there spotted together after coincidentally being at the same bar...yeah they definitely met at the bar.

sweet_creature: okay just a therory but what if these two have been together for a while and Harry wrote sweet creature abt her???

Callie: yeah sure okay

styles_1994: brooo! this is too much for me rn! he's going on tour in like a month! Wtf!

my_life_revolves_around_harry: dude I stg if they're dating I'm gonna throw myself off a cliff!

Larry_is_real: no they're not dating...Harry loves Louis too much to do that.

nialler_horan: OMFG why with the Larry shit!

stylesgivesmelife: dude she's ugly just saying

harry_styles_fan: bro just stop, it's what's in the heart that matters not the looks.

Talia_Lane: wow, is this the guy you're supposedly signing a contract with to be in his band? his fucking style is lamer than you. Hahaha!

I felt my body overcome with a sense of anger, why couldn't she just get over it? It was a once in a lifetime opportunity and it would change my life for the good. Why couldn't she just be happy for me? She knew how important this was to me. If anyone was betrayed it'd be me, not her. I didn't betray her, I did what was best for me and my family.

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Alr, I hope you like it! Thank you to the people who have liked this story! It means a lot! Feel free to add comments or do wtv.

All the love, Skye

[luminopath]

New Larry Fic is out! Go check it out!

[enn-jay]

I beg you to write a fic about Taylor becoming close friends with Niall and Harry being jealous of that

Omg, does Zayn work for you? You should read I Don't Want To Live Forever by @emmainldn, seriously! I'm not against writing this idea - it's fun writing the boys and jealous Harry - but she's already done this sooooooooo good! 😍😍

[naylor]

You got a link for that haylor fanfiction or what

lmao here you go. this was actually a narry fanfiction disguised as haylor tho and i guess warning for joe mention because i wrote this in 2019

[womanexile]

At least Haylors get content from something real. Gaylor’s are making up fanfiction to even get a basic connection.

😂

[cloakoflife]

Him is one of my fav fanfictions of yours and You said You wrote altnt ending of it??? Pleaseee post it like whatever it is just post it I'll read it just like I'll read anything you write about Haylor

Honestly worried everyone is going to be dead disappointed with this, the first chapter was angsty and reasonably well written, this one is honestly just porn. 🤦‍♀️

[isitovers]

You are afraid it won't live up to the hype??? Babe you underestimate yourself. You should know by now that you're hell of a good writer and you do justice to every kind of ideas that you write. You have your own way of writing and I'm sure other readers would agree that it's just so so enjoyable to read your works and lose ourselves in the world you create. You don't know how lucky I feel that I found your work. Because writers like you...be it fanfiction about people that exists in this world or building worlds and characters all by yourself...you are so genuinely amazingly different. I have said it before that your stories doesn't make me scratch my head in anger about the toxicity and even if you write something that deals with this kinda topic I'm sure you'll build it up in a way that makes sense. Because trust me i have read enough fics that make me want to pull my hair at the unnecessary toxic shit. And who cares if it's a bit cringe!? I like a bit cringe and i like it more if it's haylor. And haylories are starved so we'll eat every crumb. So don't you worry about all of this. I just hate when talented writers doubt themselves but I guess it's fine, it's only human. Whatever you decide to do I'm here always supporting you ❤️

honestly this is so unbelievably kind of you to say you have no idea!! I tend to get trapped in the idea of all my creative projects needing to be perfect and I kind of got to a point where my writing didn’t excite me and I didn’t think it would excite anyone else either, so it means so much to hear that you’ve enjoyed my works and you actually want to read more. as silly as it sounds I’ve been trying to obsess over my own writing again and it feels good! I’ve missed the joy of sharing things! the kindness of people like you is really what has kept me going all this time. I really can’t thank you enough 💖

[gorgeousklaystels]

We never go out of style (‘Cause baby you’re perfect)

The boys got off the stage. Paying gratitude, smiling faces and all. They were happy. It was a night that deserved to be celebrated.

Not for Harry though. 

Not what he felt like at least. Because, he couldn’t even be wholeheartedly glad about their achievements tonight. And the reason for that was glaring at him, right in the front row of the seats. 

God, why did she have to be right at the bloody front? 

It was like he was being mocked. 

“Hey, Harry. You alright, mate?” Louis put a hand on his shoulder as support. Concern in his voice, as they were finally out of the stage cameras’ line of sight and in the audience. 

“Oh yeah. ‘M fine. It’s just… been a long night.” Harry muttered. Truth be told, it sort of had been. Especially, when he spotted a certain someone getting all cozy with a certain someone else. 

“I know, I know. But listen, we still have that afterparty to attend so, maybe, hang on there for a moment, yeah?” He reassured him.

“Yeah. I guess I could do that.” I can’t. 

—

To be completely honest, he had every intention to bail on the guys at the last moment because he didn’t think he could survive another few hours of the madness that was Taylor and Calvin and their constant PDA. 

He groaned. But somehow, he still ended up here. Because, Niall, just about convinced him. 

“Ugh, do we have to? Go, I mean.” Harry asked, practically whining.

“Harreh, stop behaving like a child and get your arse in there.” Louis bossed him. Getting out of the car. 

“Yeah, Haz. Besides, I’m sure you’ll be fine. It’s only a matter of a few hours. There’s music, there’s alcohol. There’s even a photobooth.” Niall added. That last bit was only half a joke. He knew how much Harry loved goofy pictures with quirky props.

Finally, he decided to give in. 

“Argh, alright, fine, fine. But just for a few hours, yeah?” There’s only so much I can handle. He got out of the car. Pressing down on his jeans and shirt.  

They eventually made their way inside and were immediately hit with the scent of alcohol, the buzz of loud music and the chatter of people.

“It’s an afterparty, alright.” Louis sarcastically said, overlooking the scene.

“Let’s get this over with.” Harry frustratingly muttered as he made his way further in. 

The atmosphere was in full swing and everyone seemed to be having a grand time. Glasses were clanked, conversations were made…

Much like Calvin’s hand did to Taylor’s waist every now and then. Pulling her to him. 

God, why did he agree to this again? Did he seriously enjoy being tortured at the hands of his ex? 

Who looked especially mesmerizing today. 

Who was also here with her now boyfriend. 

Harry groaned, walking to a nearby bar that was there in the hotel space they’d booked. 

They. As in, Ed and Taylor. And he couldn’t help but feel bitter about how close Ed was to Taylor. He just… he felt betrayed. As dramatic as that sounded. 

But every time he saw those two being all buddy-buddy, he realized he couldn’t be a part of that. Not in the same way at least. 

Him and Taylor were friends now, sure. But it just… wouldn’t compare to having her like that. 

“You look downright horrible, mate.” Speak of the devil. Ed Sheeran speaks up, walking up to him. 

“Thanks.” Harry mumbled sarcastically, in a drunken haze, scratching the side of his forehead.

“I take it you’re not particularly thrilled to be here.” Ed said, putting his elbows on the bar counters, looking at the boy before him. 

“How do you mean, Eddie? I’m absolutely delighted to be here. I’ve got drinks, my best mates who’ve gone off God knows where because they’re just that considerate, and a front row seat to watching my ex making it very clear on how happy she is with someone else and doesn’t want shit to do with me—”

“Hey, listen, listen, Harry, I— I know it’s… it’s not especially easy having to see—”

“Especially easy?! Yeah, you can say that again,” After which, he took a shot from his glass.

Ed wanted to interject and tell his best friend to slow down but he gathered he was better off not doing that. Harry usually barely got mad, so when he wasn’t in the right state of mind and jealous… he’d give him his space. 

“But, anyway, she looks happy, and I want to be the last person to get in the way of that. I’ll… always want the best for her.” 

“Yeah, um, right. You’re right. I’m… glad.” The redhead managed to say.

Harry looked at him with a puzzled expression. He knew his best friend too well to not know when he was trying to say something but couldn’t. 

“What… what is it?” Harry looked at him, confused but with intent.

“It’s just… in all my years of friendship with Taylor, Harry, the happiest I’ve seen her is when she’s with you. Not Calvin, not Connor, you.” Ed said, not letting himself hold back.

Harry scoffs. “Yeah, right. It’s too late, anyway, there’s no point. She doesn’t care for me anymore.” 

“Maybe it is but… she does care for you, mate.” Ed stated, leaning in closer.

“Really, Ed? Does she? She acts like we don’t know each other. Like… like I don’t mean anything to her. Like I never did.” He looks down at his shot-glass aimlessly.

“That’s not what she’s—” Ed was cut off.

“‘M going to go to the loo. I guess I’ll see you around.” Harry said abruptly, getting up from his seat. 

He honestly did not need any more lectures from Ed. Nor did he need himself filling fantasies in his brain of him and Taylor having any sort of chance again. 

He must’ve been deep into his thoughts because all of a sudden, Louis was standing in front of him, gripping his shoulders.

“You alright, Hazza? Hey, come on, let’s get you to loosen a bit on the dance floor. You need it. Plus, the music is bloody amazing.” 

“Oh, now I see you. Jee, thanks a lot, Lou, for leaving me to fend for myself and when I do, your timing is impeccable.” His best friend says, letting himself be dragged to the dance floor. 

“Aww, did poor Harry bear miss his best mates? Oi, don’t worry, we’re right here for you, okay? Whatever you need.” The blue eyed boy said, wrapping his arm around Harry’s shoulders, eventually messing his hair up and letting him go.

“Thanks, Lou. Means a lot.” He smiled, lightly. Then suddenly, his eyes wandered and he saw her. Across the dance floor looking oh so beautiful in her white outfit was a cheery Taylor. 

She looked happy. And so beautiful. 

“You’re gonna catch flies, H, if you keep staring like that with an open mouth.” Louis came by his best friend to tease knowingly.

“Shut up.” Harry said, a smile coming onto his face. 

“And look who’s coming over this way…” Louis stated, looking over at Taylor. 

“Fuck.” Harry muttered. 

“Alright, alright, get your shit together, Harry, and stay calm.” Louis advised in a low voice.

Quickly, Harry tried to fix his hair or something.

God, why did she always make him so nervous?

“Hey, you guys! Enjoying yourselves so far?” Taylor exclaimed, coming over to the two boys, smiling at them. 

“Yes! Absolutely. You’ve got quite the party set up here, haha.” Louis said, urgently. Clearly, Harry was in no mood to make conversation. 

“Thank you! I tried. Do you guys need anything? Because I’ve—”

“Mind telling me where the bathroom is?” Harry piped in, dryly. 

“Uh, yeah, sure. It’s right across there, actually. In fact, why don’t I just take you, I was planning on getting out for a bit anyway.” She said, cutting through the crowd to take Harry. 

“You can’t be serious.” Harry mumbled to himself.

“Jesus, Harry, stop behaving like a damn child. Here me out, I’m more annoyed with her about what she did to you than you are, but she’s being nice, mate. So, play along for the time being and then we can leave, cool?” Louis lectured, again, in a bit of a rush. 

“God, fine. Leave it up to me to play ‘along’.” He replied, irritated and eventually walking ahead. 

“You comin’, Harry?” Taylor said, from a distance. 

“Right behind you, Taylor.” He told her, cracking a short smile. 

“Is… everything okay? Are you feeling alright, or—” She asked, concerned. 

“I’m fine, Tay. You don’t have to worry about me.” Harry cut her off, wanting to minimize conversation because he just… couldn’t. 

“C’mon, don’t be like that. Of course I worry, Harry. I care about you. You’re my friend.” Taylor reassured him, walking beside him. 

Friend. 

God, he wanted to punch something. 

Harry had no idea what had gotten into him. He was not one to get extremely mad or jealous with or for anyone. He was a proper chill guy. And he was definitely not one to punch things or get physical. 

So imagine his surprise when he finds his fists clenched on the realization that the girl he loves is stupidly oblivious about his very present feelings for her. 

“Mm. I’m truly touched.” He managed to say. 

His reply caught Taylor a little off guard. What did that mean? Was he being sarcastic? Did she catch a hint of irritation and strain in his voice? She knew Harry and she knew when he was holding back or being elusive. 

“Are we… Are we good?” Taylor speaks up, not sure how to navigate this conversation.

“Peachy.” Harry states, not looking at her and making a cut to the bathroom. 

“I’m serious, Harry. If you’re—” She says, following after him.

“We’re fine, Taylor, alright? Thanks for the help, but you should go now. Your friends and your boyfriend are probably waiting for you.” He says, icily, stepping in front of her to go in. 

“What does that even mean? Why are you acting like this?” Taylor pushes, confused.

“Why am I acting like this? You’re not seriously asking me that right now?” Harry cuts in, abruptly turning towards her. 

“Yeah, Harry, I am. What is the matter with you?” She challenges, coming dangerously close to him. 

“Nothing. Just tired, I guess.” He shrugged, trying to go back inside but she held him back by the wrist.

“Stop pushing me away. If you have something to say to me, say it.” Taylor said, a little softly this time. 

Harry sighed. Part of him wanted to confront her. Bad. To ask her what the reason was. Why did she push him away? But then his practical side decided that would be extremely stupid. And emotionally draining.

“No. No, I have nothing to say.” With that, he left the conversation.

Taylor, frustrated, made her way back into the party. 

God, he’s so irritating! 

She stopped for a second and tried to calm herself. 

He still knew how to get on her nerves (even if he wasn’t, intentionally). Which buttons to push. 

This was ridiculous, she was at an afterparty after a successful awards night, with her friends and… and her boyfriend. Her date. She deserved to have fun and not be annoyed by an ex who couldn’t work out what he wanted. 

But it was Harry. 

Not thinking any further, she went back in, trying to keep her composure.

—

Harry went back into the party shortly after. Trying to sneak past any of Taylor’s friends, so as to not get weird side eyes, which he was sure he would be subjected to. 

“And then he ripped me off! For a bourbon, for God’s sake.” He heard a high-pitched voice say in an Irish accent. 

He made his way over to the bar and sure enough, there he was. Niall bloody Horan. 

“Harry! There you are!” Niall exclaimed. 

“If it isn’t my jolly ol’ pal, Niall Horan!” Harry retorted, dryly. 

“Well, you don’t seem to be in very high spirits.” Niall replied, confused. 

“Thanks, I’ve been getting that a lot tonight.” He went on to say, running a hand through his hair.

Niall stood up to have a bit of a more intimate conversation with his fellow band member.

“And I’m guessing this has to do with a certain blondie in the gathering today?” Niall sarcastically asked.

“Mm. I’m just tired, alright? You think there’s any chance I could take a cab and head back?” Harry deflected.

“Now? But we’re just about to take pictures in the photo-booth!” He pointed to the photobooth, surprised by Harry’s statement.

“I don’t think it’s a—”

“Oh cut the crap, Harry. You really need to stop being such a killjoy. Louis, Ed, guys, come here!” Niall gestured for all the boys to come their way. 

Brilliant. 

All of them turned their heads. They looked toward Niall and Harry and quickly made their way toward them. 

Harry could tell from a distance that Ed was gesturing for Taylor to join them. 

Good God. 

Once they had come over, Calvin included, much to Harry’s dismay, Harry gave Niall a look, with which Niall responded with a sympathetic one. 

“Alright! How about we all have some drinks from the bar together and then we can catch some pictures!” Niall announced. 

“What are you doing? Exactly?” He asked, annoyed. 

“Relax, lad, I’m telling you, this is exactly what you need.” Niall said, patting his shoulder. 

Harry gave him an irritated stare before going over to Louis. 

“Heyya, Harry!” Louis said, grabbing a glass of vodka from the bar. 

“Hi.” His best friend replied, sitting beside him. 

“So, how’d it go with… Taylor?” He inquired, looking over at the girl who seemed to be doing fine. 

“It was… okay. I mean, she could sense that I wasn’t… I wasn’t completely fine with her but it’s kind of surprising that she’s acting like this. I mean, did she just conveniently forget what she pulled with me — with our relationship? Just because we’d agreed to be friends through the whole fiasco, doesn’t mean she should expect me to be happy about it.” Harry ranted, in a low voice. 

“Well, did you ask her?”

“Uh, no. I didn’t. I didn’t really get into it, even though she was insisting I tell her, but honestly she should know. Like she has no idea that she cut me off so she and her DJ boy over there  don’t have to deal with this.” He continued, looking down, then pointing at his back towards them.

“Come on, Harry. I think you really should talk. It’s about time. I mean, the entire reason you’re in this mess is because you refused to communicate. Don’t make the same mistake again and lose the friendship.” Louis made him understand. 

“Yeah, mate, but shouldn’t she be making the amends? She’s the one that stopped talking and now she’s the one acting oblivious? How’s that fair?” He reasoned. 

“I’ll have a Diet Coke and Vodka, if that’s okay? Thank you.” Remarked a voice from the back. 

Harry turned around and sure enough there she was. 

“Taylor.” He said, in a state of confusion.

“Harry.” She stated, smiling. 

“How um, how long have you been standing there, exactly?” Harry asked, hesitantly. 

“Not long. Just wanted to get a drink.” 

“Right.” 

Neither of them said anything for a moment. A beat passed and then Taylor spoke up.

“Hey, listen, Harry, I wanted to… well I thought that we should, you know, talk things thr—” 

“HARRY!” A celebrity exclaimed, walking over. 

“Oh, hey!” He greeted her.

Taylor looked up and saw.

Kendall Jenner. 

Who was making her way closer here. 

“Hi! How’s the party?” She inquired.

“‘S good. Having a good time, I guess.” 

Taylor got frustrated. Of course, right when I was about to make conversation with him.

“Hey, Taylor!” Kendall greeted, with a smile.

Harry turned his neck to look at her when he heard no response and when he did, she looked lost in thought. 

Dazed almost.

“Tay?” He softly asked, tapping her with his finger. 

“Hm, yeah? Oh, oh yeah! Uh, hi! Hi, Ken! Sorry, I just… lost myself for a second there.” Taylor went on, registering the greeting sweetly. 

“You good?” Harry asked, concerned. He wasn’t exactly jumping at the opportunity to talk to Taylor right now because of… well, you know. But he couldn’t stop himself from being worried about her. 

“Ha, yeah, of course! Like I said, just got a little … lost in thought. But I’m fine. Good. Great, even. Um. Yeah, listen, you two chat, I’ll just… be there, having a drink.” She pointed at her back, awkwardly chuckling.

With Calvin. Harry bitterly finished for her.  

“Alright, bye!” Kendall replied, amusingly. 

Growing more annoyed by the minute, she went over to the other side again, not wanting to third wheel this clearly very animated conversation Harry seemed to be having with Kendall Jenner in the first minute, than he’d had with her the entire time they were there. 

She had nothing against Kendall, she truly liked her. Well, as much as she could. She’d made her part of the so-called “Taylor Swift squad” and all that. 

But there were moments… moments like these when she plain annoyed her with her antics and especially right now when she was reminded that oh, yeah, they dated the same guy. 

—

“How’ve you been? Didn’t see you earlier, did you come straight after the awards or?” Kendall asked. 

“Uh, yeah, more or less. Took a bit of a detour on the way, so, sort of came later.” He explained. 

—

Taylor glanced back to the other side of the bar. 

God, they were still talking. And he was smiling too. 

He hadn’t even cracked a semblance of a smile her way all night. That sweet, boyish, crooked smile. 

No. All the frowns were saved for her tonight. Put in her share. 

But get him talking to little Miss Kendall Jenner, his other ex girlfriend, he’s just a little ball of sunshine and carefree fucking joy. 

“Babe, are you okay?” Calvin asked, bringing her back from her thoughts.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s just… I think the drink is really taking its effect.” She chuckled, trying to come up with an excuse. 

Because, if she was honest, she wasn’t even sure what had gotten her so worked up in the span of minutes. 

Or maybe she did. She just wasn’t willing to admit it. 

“You’ve had two drinks, sweetheart.” He replied, smiling at her. 

“What can I say? I’m a lightweight.” 

—

“—No, we totally bought it! It was like a pretty big buck but… who cares, haha.” Kendall continued talking.

“No way! That’s so wicked!” Harry replied. 

“Right? You know…we could totally re-explore some of our previous photos on the boat again. Wasn’t it just so much fun last time?” She said, bringing her drink to her lips.

Harry stopped and stood there for a second. Instead he gave out a nervous chuckle and quickly began to say something so as to not make her feel bad. 

“Um, well, I am not—”

“Heyy, guys! You two seem to be in the party groove, hahaha. Having a… a good— time?” Taylor managed to say, a little bit tipsy, cutting Harry off.

“Are you… drunk?” He raised his eyebrow, concerned. 

“No… but I think I’m definitely going to get there if I have a few more drinks so, Mr Bartender could I please have a—” 

“—No.” Harry firmly said. 

“No?” Taylor looked back at him, an annoying expression on her face. 

“No, Tay, you’re already tipsy, and I don’t think— I don’t think you need anymore.” He finished. 

Kendall frowned slightly, weirded out by the conversation.

“And just why do you feel the need to think about what I need and come up and tell me that like you’re handing out some sort of demand? Besides, weren’t you giving me the cold shoulder tonight, anyway? I thought you didn’t care what I did.” She vented, looking at him. 

The music was loud and she had spoken in a medium tone so, it wasn’t totally a blowout. 

“Taylor, I—”

“—No, just forget it, Harry, okay? I’d hate to make this about me because clearly, you’re the one who’s mad at me here, but…” Taylor said, walking a little ways away from the party, Harry hot, on her trail. 

“But?” He asked, coming closer. 

“But—”

“—hey! Babe, where’d you go?” Calvin remarked, coming — from what Harry could tell — out of nowhere. 

“Oh! Hey, Adam. I was just… getting some air.” Taylor replied, leaning into him.

“Okay. Well, do you want to head back to the party or do you want to…” he pointed at Harry. 

“Ahh, no. By all means, don’t let me hold you back.” Harry held up his hands and watched them leave, affectionate, explicitly demonstrative demeanour and all. 

A/N: because it was requested, I thought i’d post it 🤭 this is in no way meant to be disrespectful to either harry or taylor. just a work of fiction. constructive feedback would be amazing ! ty <3

ps: part 2 or nah?

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Peter

Haylor FANFICTION based off the song Peter by Taylor Swift. <3

First fanfic in a long time, and first one about a celebrity and not a show, so please be gentle with me. It’s a one shot probably and nothing will come of it besides this. 🫣🫠 also my character development is in the works. Harry needs some… help 😅

Forgive me Peter, my lost fearless Leader, in closets like cedar preserved from when we were just kids Is it something I did? The goddess of timing once found us beguiling. She said she was trying; Peter was she lying? My ribs get the feeling she did.

Timing was everything in LA, and the Grammy Awards were no joke. Harry was sweating as he turned away from the crowd. His anxiety was sky high, and he knew that he could not handle the red carpet much longer. He threw one more smile towards the crowd as he departed, heading inside. He knew the cameras would follow, but as soon as he hit the doors, he ducked inside the closest bathroom in hopes that he might get some reprieve. He sighed when he found no one else inside. He leaned against the wall, pushing his sleeves up a little. The sheen of sweat on his upper lip bothered him, his head was aching, and although he was up for a grammy, he wasn't sure he even wanted to be there anymore. He loved his job. He loved this life. But sometimes he just got tired. After a few moments' peace, he used the restroom, washed his hands, and walked out the door.

Right outside the door, he hit something soft. Or rather, someone soft. He let out a small “oof” before steadying himself quickly and then the person in front of him. His green eyes met the most beautiful blue eyes he'd ever seen – ones he'd seen in his dreams for the last12 years. He bit his lip.

“I'm so sorry Taylor. Are you okay?” He asked, his breath caught a little in his throat. He willed his hands to not shake as he held on to her, she still seemed a little unsteady.

“I'm okay, I think. You didn't run into me so much as scare me.” She nervously giggled. She looked around the mostly empty hallway, then stepped back. “I hope to catch up in a bit, but I better go find my date.” She said with a wistful look on her face. She turned and walked away, and Harry could do nothing more than watch her leave. A million thoughts ran through his mind, things he should have said, things he wished he would have done in that moment before she walked away – again. He didn't even want to picture her date. Or think of his own, for that matter. He muttered to himself as he went to go find his date in the crowd.

And I didn't wanna come down; I thought it was just goodbye for now. You said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me ... words from the mouths of babes - promises oceans deep, but never to keep.

Taylor kept her head held high as she walked away from Harry, but she was so glad he couldn't see her face. She remembered after only a moment that the rest of the world was about to see her face too, on camera. She took a shaky breath and composed herself before stepping into the main hall. The place was abuzz with activity, and she knew that the clever hosts had placed her and Harry not too far apart. She had come with hopes of having a good time, so why was she already so rattled? She liked being in his presence. He always calmed her down... Well, not always, if she admitted the truth to herself. But generally. She had taken to being a big supporter of his, and he supported her. She wasn't about to change that just because she was in a relationship. She found her boyfriend at the front of the room, talking with another celebrity. She smiled and tried her best to act interested, but her eyes were looking around for a certain man. She focused on her boyfriend in front of her, and he smiled and put his arm around her. She snuggled up to him, wanting to seem as calm and collected with him as she usually did.

From across the room, she accidentally met Harry's eyes. He was looking right at her. She smiled a weak smile, and he returned the same, and she felt her heart pick up speed. She couldn't be the first to break eye contact, no matter how much she tried. She couldn't force herself. Harry noticed Taylor's boyfriend was trying to say something to her and forced himself to look away, and she finally looked up and spoke

“Sorry, what were you saying? I was zoning out”. She giggled a little and her boyfriend gave her an indulgent smile.

“I was just saying...” And almost immediately Taylor zoned out again, but she avoided looking at Harry. She knew that if she looked at him again, she was going to definitely alert her boyfriend to something.

Are you still a mind reader? A natural scene stealer? I've heard great things Peter, But life was always easier on you Than it was on me. And sometimes it gets me, when crossing your jet stream, we both did the best we could do underneath the same moon in different galaxies. And I didn't wanna hang around We said it was just goodbye for now

Harry did his best at avoiding looking at Taylor, but when it came time for her to accept her award, he gave her his full attention. It was perfect timing; everyone was already paying her attention. He was so proud of all of her accomplishments. She was the shining star she always had been. She was the brightest, most amazing comet. There were so many things that Harry could say about Taylor's writing ability, her music, her singing, her talent in general. She “was” the music industry, as they say. She went on stage, and the moment she got up there, she thanked her boyfriend and Harry's heart plummeted. It was fine. He knew she had a boyfriend. He wasn't insane. His date wrapped her arm around his waist. He smiled at her gently, but his eyes never fully left Taylor's face. He couldn't even properly accept that his date was actually his girlfriend at that very moment. Taylor was his focus. His all. His everything. As she had been, for far too long. Taylor's eyes went from her own boyfriend's right to Harry's, and it all shifted. If she hadn't been so aware of the cameras, Harry had the odd feeling she'd have left her eyes right on his.

The acceptance speech was nothing short of amazing, but her speeches always were. He clapped along with everyone else, but his heart was racing. As she was getting ready to leave the microphone, she said “We said it was just goodbye for now.” And walked off. She didn't even look in his direction, and everyone dismissed it because it was lyrics for one of her songs. But Harry's heart began pounding harder and he couldn't hear anything else. His girlfriend was saying something to him, but he couldn't hear her. He sank to his chair, his anxiety washing over him.

And I won't confess that I waited, but let the lamp burn as the men masqueraded, I hoped you'd return with your feet on the ground, tell me all that you'd learned cause love's never lost when perspective is earned and you said you'd come and get me, but you were twenty-five and the shelf-life of those fantasies has expired. Lost to the “lost boys” chapter of your life. Forgive me Peter, please know that I tried to hold on to the days when you were mine but the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light.

Taylor walked right to her boyfriend, who was looking at her, a confused expression on his face.

“Was the last line in the speech we practiced, babe?” He asked quietly. Taylor shook her head. “No, sometimes I just feel inspired. I'm not really sure what came of it, but it made me feel better to say it.” She smiled at him, and he gave her a puzzled smile back. He shrugged and spoke

“I'm going to go get a drink, do you want something?” She thought about it for a moment and spoke “Maybe some white wine?” Her boyfriend nodded and kissed her cheek and walked away. There was an interlude at that moment and Taylor carried herself over to Harry, who was alone now. She saw he was sitting in a chair, and not standing, and that his date had gone. She knew that his “date” was his girlfriend, but she couldn't put that label to it, for her own heart couldn't handle it. She smiled at the beautiful man in front of her.

“Are you okay, Harry?” She asked, leaning in to hear him reply. “I'm feeling a bit anxious, honestly.” He said, meeting her eyes. Those eyes had always had some kind of spell on Taylor, and she couldn't help but get a bit lost in them. Her twin flame, sitting in front of her, just out of her reach. She knew she should walk away. She knew that Harry knew that last line had been for him. They were never going to be truly over; they were always going to walk that line. She smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder. “It'll all be okay.” She said, and he gave her a smile that she had once coined as his “cheshire grin”. Her heart shuddered. She swallowed hard and spoke

“I better go. It's really good to see you, Harry.” She turned to leave and heard him say quietly

“And I get the feeling that you'll never need me again.” She would have turned around, had her boyfriend not been walking toward her. The next presenter came on the stage, and she walked away, glancing momentarily back at Harry, her eyes willing him to see that she'd always need him.

•fin•

I feel a *little* weird about two celebs so I may focus in the future about Harry x Y/N or Taylor x Y/N type things. We will see.

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link or pic babe come on now

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Lover |H.S|

Part 1: The Golden Opportunity

Description: Her mother has cancer, she dropped out of college to get a job just to barely scrape up enough money to pay for her mother's treatments. But, when Blaire Pascoe gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to become a member in Harry's band. An opportunity that will change her life forever. Both good and bad.

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Warnings

•mild swearing

•alcohol consumption 

•smoking

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Important Characters

•Blaire Pascoe (Taylor Swift/Her Rep Era) ⬇️⬇️

•Harry Styles (Himself HS1 Era)

•Talia Lane (idk whoever this is)

•Dylan Lane (whoever this is)

•Andrea Pascoe (Taylor Swift's Mother/Andrea Swift [the one on the left])

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Hate to start off with an a.n but...Yes I know that the MC is Taylor Swift . . . But this is basically pre famous Taylor only it takes place in 2017. (Idk if that makes sense or not?) This will be a series idk how long it'll be but expect it to be long(I enjoy writing long stories so that's why I say that) Anyways, thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this story! :)

All the love, Skye

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August 25th 2017

[Blaire's P.O.V.]

I hummed to the beat of Hello by Adele, as I wiped down the crumb covered booth. 

I quietly began singing the words, "So, hello from the other side. I must've called a thousand times, to tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart, but it don't matter it clearly doesn't tear you apart." Suddenly I was cut off by the sound of the restaurant door swinging open, told me that I had a customer. 

"Someone will be with you in a minute!" I called, quickening the speed I cleaned the booth. Once I finished wiping the booth I rushed into the back where the rest of the workers mingled. "Hey, can someone take orders for me? I've gotta' finish wiping the booths." I spoke, I got no response and heavily sighed, "Hey, can someone please go take orders!" I shouted making everyone fall silent.

"Yeh, sure, no problem." Deb said, briskly walking past me. Deb and I had a few things in common. First thing: We were both fed up with the working environment here. Second thing: We only stayed in this crappy environment so we could get some sort of income. Although my reasoning was deeper than hers. I needed an income so I could pay for my mother's cancer treatments. She had been diagnosed during my second year of college and I had to drop out, which ultimately led me to getting a job as a waitress here at Jonny's Inn.

I also had a side hustle which was a guitarist and back vocalist in a not so well known band. The band was made up of five people including me, my best friend Talia and her brother Dylan. Her and I had been friends since the first grade, she was basically my sister and a daughter to my mother. 

"Blaire! We need you in the kitchen!" I heard someone yell. I mentally screamed, briskly walking over to the kitchen I saw what could be dubbed as 'organized chaos' unfolding right before me. Gill our newest worker struggled to get the oven turned on. 

"It won't work." He informed me.

"I can see that." I spoke furrowing my brows. I walked closer to the oven and motioned for him to step aside. I pushed down on the knob and twisted it, but it wouldn't budge. I groaned out of frustration, "Gill, go and get me the olive oil?" He disappeared out of the corner of my eye and returned moments later with the olive oil. I took it from him and sprayed it onto the knob. I twisted the knob and just like that it moved. "Ta-da!" I say, he gave me a small smile. 

"Th-thank you. I was scared you'd be upset since I know you're busy right now." He spoke, I gave him a warm smile. 

"I try to be nice to the newcomers. This place can get kinda' hectic." I walked off to return to my boring job of wiping down the booths. Once in the dining area I began wiping down another table. 

[Harry's P.O.V.]

I mindlessly sat in the booth waiting for Mitch and Sarah to show up. I sat back with my arms folded and watched a tall, stunning, beautiful blonde woman walk out of the kitchen. She held cleaning supplies in her hands, she began wiping down the booth in front of me. I was too entranced in watching her to realize Mitch and Sarah had taken a seat across from me. 

"Harry, hey instead of staring why doncha' go talk to her?" Mitch spoke, I snapped back to reality and smiled at the two of them.

"How was the ride here?" I ask, my eyes flicking towards the woman once more before I forced myself to focus on the two people who sat in front of me. 

"Good, although Sarah almost killed us on the way here." She elbowed his side and gave him a side eye. "See she even wants to kill me right now. Harry you gotta' save me." He joked. 

"Do you wanna' end up on the couch tonight, Mitch?" Sarah questioned him. He gave her a small smile, followed by a kiss to the cheek. 

My attention was brought to the warm voice of the same woman, "Hello, my name is Blaire and I'll be your waiter for tonight. So, what can I get you guys for drinks?" I was mesmerized by the way her lips moved around every word she spoke. The way her voice was sounded both warming and calming.

"Um, I'll get a water, please." I spoke, fidgeting with my rings under the table. After Mitch and Sarah ordered their drinks she walked away, I couldn't help but stare as her hips swayed side to side. 

"Harry, Sarah was trying to tell you something." Mitch spoke, I nodded my head and hesitantly looked away from the woman and to Sarah. Her face held a knowing look. 

"Give her your number, you never know what could happen." I pursed my lips in thought.

"I'll take you up on that one, Sarah." I smirked. 

[Blaire's P.O.V.]

My shift was almost over, I had about ten minutes left. I made my way out into the dining area and over to the booth that I'd been catering to. The booth that a gorgeous looking British man sat at. I didn't think it was possible to catch feelings for someone so quickly but I guess I was wrong. 

"Um, I'll get a water, please." I spoke, fidgeting with my rings under the table. After Mitch and Sarah ordered their drinks she walked away, I couldn't help but stare as her hips swayed side to side. 

I stood by the booth and seen their plates were empty "Alright, are you guys all set for tonight?" The man with the British accent shook his head yes. I smiled, "Great, I'll be right back with your bill." I spoke walking off where I grabbed their bill I then walked back to the booth and handed the bill to the man. Just for a split second our fingers brushed against one another causing a certain static to course through me. I walked away and went back into the kitchen. I found Deb standing alone sipping her decaf coffee. She was well into her sixties which made me confused as to why she wasn't drinking caffeinated coffee. She smiled and made her way towards me. 

"Psst, just figured I'd let you know that I seen that guy you were waiting give you the heart eyes all the way from over here." She whispered, before walking out into the dining area. I followed behind figuring by now the man and his friends would have paid. Sure enough I found the crisp paper bills inside of the billfold along with a folded up napkin. I furrowed my brows together and unraveled the napkin, much to my surprise there was a number written on it along with sloppy cursive scribbled below it: 'This is my number, text me when you get the chance.' 

I smiled even wider, "Deb!" I exclaimed. She hurriedly made her way over to me. Her hand flew up to her mouth as she read the note. 

"You seriously should text that man, this is like something out of a romance movie." I knitted my brows together, "Ya' know like how the man falls for the waitress and he writes his number on the napkin and they just fall in love." I chuckled.

"Oh, yeah like that'll happen. Please, the only thing men want me for is my body." I stated, my hand on my hip. 

"How will you know if you don't give 'em a shot?" I looked down at the note and back up to Deb. I took her words into consideration and thought and thought some more.

"Fuck it. I'm gonna' do it, I mean what's the worst that could happen? We hook up? I mean, that's nothing new." I chuckled, pulling my phone from my pocket. I typed the number into my contacts and then began typing a message. 

To Unknown: Hey this is Blaire, the waitress from Jonny's Inn. Um, well as you can tell I got the note. And I'm doing what you asked so did you want something or what?

From Unknown: Hey, it's Harry but, I just- honestly I think you're very beautiful. 

To Harry: Oh, wow thank you. So I take it you like to be straight forward and to the point?

From Harry: Eh, I try to be. 

To Harry: Nice, but also what's your full name? 

From Harry: Uh, Harry Styles. 

To Harry: Okay well I need to let you go. My shift ends soon, thank you though.

From Harry: You're welcome, get home safe.

I shoved my phone into my pocket and saw Deb's face that now held a wide grin like mine was.

"So?" She nudged me in the side. I chuckled. 

"He seems nice, that's all." I say, my smile diminished. 

"Well, as long as he's nice. So, how's the band been doing? You have any gigs comin' up?"

"Eh, we've been doing the uche. We have a gig in like three days at the local bar so that's somethin'."

She nodded her head, "Alright well I won't hold you here any longer than you gotta' be. Have a nice night, Blaire."

"Thanks you too!" I exclaimed as I strolled towards the back where I kept all of my belongings. I grabbed my purse and unlocked my car. And with that my day at the restaurant had ended. 

***

I walked into my apartment and saw my mother sitting at the dining table next to the window holding a freshly lit cigarette to her lips. 

"Ma', I told you that smoking isn't good for you." I huffed, taking my jacket off. She waved me off as she blew out a puff of smoke. 

"How was your shift?" She asks, I shrugged my shoulders. 

"So, so. I made a bit in tips but it's no where near enough to pay for your treatments though." 

"Well, get some better customers." She joked, I gave her a small smile. 

"The band and I have a gig in a few days, so hopefully I get some money from that." She nodded her head slightly, before putting out the cigarette. 

"Well, I'm gonna' get some shut eye. I'll see you in the morning."

"Alright, I love you, night." I say making my way into the kitchen to eat some of the leftover meatloaf my mom had made I'm assuming tonight. 

August 27th 2017

[Blarie's P.O.V.]

I hadn't forgotten about Harry over the course of the two passing days. Which was odd enough considering we hadn't talked at all either. There was just something about him, like an air of mystery. But moving on, today was my bands gig, we were playing at the local bar and I couldn't wait. I loved nothing more than to be able to strum my heart out to the beat of the song while singing some backing vocals for Talia. We hadn't gone as far as writing our own songs though, we only do covers of songs. I'd been pushing for us to make our own but not all of us agreed on it. So, I eventually just stopped pushing for that idea. 

"Blaire!" Dylan called, I turned around and saw him standing with his drum sticks in his hand.

"Yeah?" 

"Have you seen Talia? I called her a bit ago but she didn't pick up." He spoke, pulling at his hair. It was something he'd always done when he was nervous. I shook my head no. I looked down at my watch and saw we still had a solid hour before we started. 

"Dylan, chill out we've still got like an hour before we go on." 

"I know but she's our lead singer, we kinda' need her." 

"Dude, I'm sure she's on her way. Just chillax'." 

"But what if she forgot?" 

"I highly doubt that." He let out a sigh and plopped down on the couch. 

"Hey, guys sorry I was running late, traffic was horrible." Talia's cheerful tone sounded as she made her way into the room. 

"See, I told you." I say, looking at Dylan. He looked visibly relaxed at the sight of his sister. 

"Oh, thank God you're here." He spoke, rising from the seat and wrapping his sister into a quick hug. 

"Yep, I'm here," she spoke, "So, are we all gonna' warm up together or individually?" She asked, eyeing Dylan's guitar. I gave her a shrug, Dylan did the same. 

"Okay, well let's go get Clara and Jake." She spoke, already halfway through the room by the time she'd said it. Dylan and I followed closely behind, chatting amongst ourselves as we did. We walked into another room and I immediately wanted to turn right back around the second I saw Clara and Jake making out on the couch. 

Honestly, being in the band with two people who were a couple kinda' got in the way of our bond as a band. For one, there has been too many times to count that Clara and Jake have been way too flirty while performing. And it just makes us look less like a band and more like a I don't even know. I'm not saying that Clara and Jake shouldn't be in the band but, they could at least tone it down a bit. Like I get that y'all are in love but save that crap for when you're not in public, please.

I groaned as I rubbed my temples, "Really?" 

"Oh, shut up Blaire you're just jealous that you don't have a boyfriend anymore." I fought off the urge to fly off the handle at Clara's words. Ever since I'd opened up to the band about my rocky past with guys and past relationships Clara just for whatever reason would not let it go. Like at all. She always made subtle comments about me not having a boyfriend. And honestly I didn't care that I was single I'd chosen to just not date anyone for a while. It just lessened my chances of getting my heart broken. Again.

"Oh, c'mon really? Is this seriously necessary right now?" Talia spoke, glaring at Clara. Static silence filled the room as the tension rose between us. I sucked in a breath and subconsciously held it. 

"Whatever, neither one of you can take a joke." Clara snapped as she stormed out of the room Jake in tow. I rolled my eyes at her actions. 

"To me it didn't sound like a f*cking joke!" Dylan screamed. I stared at him, wide-eyed due to his actions. He hardly ever screamed normally when he did it was because he was excited. He's the kind of person you'd want in an emergency situation. He's calm, chill, and laid-back. 

"Dyl, hey calm down." Talia spoke softly, her hand rested on his shoulder as she gave it a tight squeeze. 

"No! Because of her this band is falling apart!"He screamed again, I blew out a long breath. 

"Here we'll just give you a minute. I'll go talk to Clara-"

"No, let it be. It won't do any good, if anything it'll just stroke her damned ego." He spat as he began pacing back and forth combing his fingers through his blonde locks. 

"Dylan, calm down, please. This always happens before a show." Talia spoke in a soothing tone. It did no use though. 

"Just leave me alone for right now. I'm done dealing with this sh*t! Blaire doesn't deserve it!"

"Dylan, it's fine." I lied right through my teeth. I knew it wasn't right. We were a band and as one we should act like one. 

"Blaire, it's not fine, and you know it's not." The room fell silent before Dylan spoke again. "Just give me some time." Talia and I left the room to find no sight of Clara or Jake. 

"Are you sh*tting me right now?" Talia cursed, her chest rose slowly as she took a deep breath in.

"Whatever I'm not waiting on them, we need to start practicing." I say, taking a seat on the stool and grabbing my guitar from it's stand. 

***

[Harry's P.O.V.]

Sarah and I walked into the bar with a high Mitch in tow. The sound of loud chatter and infrequent guitar strums filled my ears as we mavuvered our way through the crowd of people. I took a seat at one of the bar stools setting beside some blonde woman. I studied her features, she had striking sea green eyes and a small nose to top it off. She gave me a warm smile, "What's your name?"

"Uh, Harry, your's?" 

"Edaline."

"Pretty, you come here often or no?"

"Mm, depends. Normally I don't meet guys quite as good looking as you." She batted her eye lashes. 

"Ah, well these are my friends Mitch and Sarah." I say leaning back some so she could get a view of them. Sarah waved hello as Mitch gave her a thumbs up. In my opinion he should've just stayed at the hotel, but he insisted he wasn't high when it was clearly obvious he was. 

She gave me a quick nod before turning her head to the stage that was illuminated by bright blue strobe lights. 

"I didn't know there was anyone playing tonight, did you?" I ask, Edaline gave me a quick no. I waved the bartender over and ordered four shots of tequila and four waters.

The voice of a woman drew my attention to the stage, there stood an average sized woman with short curly auburn hair. She stood in front mic as she spoke. 

"Hello, my name's Talia Lane and I'm in a band called, 'Twentydust'. Uh, we've been a band for about threeish years. Um, here's my brother Dylan Lane," a tall blonde man walked out on stage and sitting behind a set of drums, "This is our keyboardist Clara, and our bassist Jake." She introduced them, I turned my head to look at Sarah she was too entranced with the band to even notice. I turned my attention back to the stage, "And last but not least, our guitarist and back vocalist, Blaire Pascoe." My heart plummeted to my feet at the sight of her. It was the same woman from the restaurant. "The first song we'll be performing tonight is a cover of Shape of You. We hope you enjoy it just as much as we will." 

"Holy shit, Harry that's that girl from the restaurant!" Mitch spoke before downing his shot. 

"Yeh, I know." I say fighting off a grin. I covered up the grin by taking the shot of tequila followed by a swig of water. 

The beginning notes of the song began playing and I couldn't take my eyes off of Blaire. She looked so effortless, as she sat atop the barstool with her guitar slung over her shoulders. I was stunned at how beautiful the lead singers voice was. Without thinking I hopped off the barstool and shoved my way through the crowd towards the front of the stage. That's when she saw me, her eyebrows furrowed together. I could've sworn I saw her smile, but I was probably just imagining things. 

I watched in utter satisfaction and amazement at how she played the guitar and her voice was just on a different level. I don't understand why she wasn't the lead vocalist. The song ended and I watched as she leaned in towards her mic. 

"Hello everyone!" She received a chorus of hellos back, "The next song we'll be covering is Rolling In The Deep by the one and only Adele." I felt a small smile creep onto my face. I watched as she gave the band a que before she began strumming the beginning notes. She was absolutely gorgeous, in every sense. 

[Blaire's P.O.V.]

The adrenaline rush was real at this point...for one I was performing in front of quite a bit of people. And secondly, Harry just so happened to be here. To be honest I was in shock when I saw him at the front of the stage. The charming smile he gave, the way the strobe lights illuminated his face, exaggerating his features. It was kinda hot, but I'd made a promise to myself a few years back that I would just take a break from dating. And I really wasn't the type to break a promise with anyone or myself. 

***

The gig had ended and the band and I headed back stage. I pushed the door open and walked over to my guitar case and carefully set my guitar in it. 

"Well, we did awesome!" Dylan cheered, as he fisted the air. 

"Yeah we really did, and Blaire you nailed that one guitar solo." Talia spoke, shooting me a smile. I smiled back as I swung my guitar case strap over my shoulder. 

"Thanks, but I really need to get going. My mom hasn't been doing the best lately so-" 

"C'mere, you look like you need a hug." Dylan interrupted me, I smiled and walked up to him wrapping my arms around his toned waist. 

"Thanks," I say, he let go of me and I stepped back. Honestly I think I'd always had the tiniest bit of a crush on him. But I knew better than to let it affect mine and Talia's friendship so I just learned to ignore the small little butterflies I got whenever he said my name. Plus, I would hate to ruin the friendship him and I had. 

"Alright well, you have a good night Blaire. Call if you need anything!" He called as I was walking out the door. I smiled slightly, making my way down the hall and into the main lobby where a crowd still stood. I maneuvered my way through the mob and opened the exit doors. 

"Hey, uh can we talk for a minute?" I jumped slightly at the voice as I turned around and saw Harry. He stood leaned against the stone exterior, his leg crossed over the other. I stood frozen in shock, a small chuckle escaped his mouth. My eyes caught a glimpse of two other people behind him, the same two from the restaurant. One of which looked utterly stoned. 

"Um, okay?" I forced out, he pushed himself off the wall and stood a few feet in front of me. 

"Look, this is gonna' sound really random but I need another guitarist and you're literally bloody insane! My team and I have been looking high and low for a guitarist but I think I may have just found one?" 

I stood more in shock than I had been, "Y-you're in a band too!?"

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Hey, so I hope you like it!

Have a great day/night! 

Skye.