What You Call Love
C28
I instantly got up from my seat and jetted to the playground, with all eyes on me. The paps looked at me while they stopped snapping pictures of Ema.
I immediately picked Ema up into my arms and held her head against my chest, so they weren't able to take anymore pictures.
"What the hell? Are you seriously going to take pictures of a innocent toddler for your fucking stupid magazines that no one reads?" I saw angry, so anything that what I said wasn't completely thought through.
"Miss, isn't that Harry styles daughter?"
"Are you the mother?"
"What's your name?"
"Are you and Harry Styles dating?"
"Why are you just now entering Harry's life?"
"How old is she?" The paps surrounded me as I tired to walk away. But I couldn't, I was trapped in a circle of people who were snapping pictures, messing up Ema's evening just for some fucking money!
"Taylor!?" Harry called to me. My head snapped in the direction that Harry's voice was coming from. And when I saw him, he was sitting in the car gesturing me to come.
I ran to the car as fast as I could, while I ignored all the questions the paps were asking. It was just too much to deal with, especially for Ema! Is this really what is going to happen when we take Ema out to have fun with other kids her age?
I quickly entered the car and locked the doors so the paps weren't able to do anymore stuff! But as soon as the paps started to surround the car, Harry rolled his window down with his face full of anger.
"What the fuck! My daughter can't go out to play without you ass wipes trying to sneak a fucking picture of her! Really? A fucking three year old? Don't you fucking dicks have anything better to do then be immature enough to surround my fucking daughter, as she cried while y'all took pictures of her!?" Harry just wouldn't stop with the words that exited his mouth, I wanted to tell him to stop but I was scared that he might have even snapped on me.
"Why don't each and every one of you go suck some dicks and go to hell!" Harry started to roll the window but, but stopped a few centimeters before I was fully closed. Harry lifted his body from the seat and smiled out the window.
"Oh, and have a blessed day." And we sped off, leaving witness and paps with videos of what just happened.
The ride home was silent, I was too busy trying to get what just happen through my head, it was just too much to deal with.
I mean, Ema deserves a child food full of kids, playing, games... Not full of paparazzi, cameras, and all that other unnecessary things.
I checked Ema through my rear view mirror and she was knocked out in her car seat. I leaned my head on the window was I watched Harry drive.
"Ema doesn't deserve this....." I finally spoke up. I didn't know if Harry cooled down it is still hyped, we would just have to find out. As Harry turned into the parking lot and stopped the car, he shifted his body and looked at me as I did the same.
"what do you mean Taylor?" His voice had a hint of annoyance in it. Maybe it wasn't the right time to talk about this..
"I mean, Ema doesn't deserve to have paparazzi in her face! The one second I turn my head while she played at a kid playground, is when all these paparazzi take their chance to take pictures of her! She's freaking three Harry, she doesn't need to be involved in this.." I said opening the car door to get out. But Harry instantly took hold of my wrist and yanked me back into the car.
"Let's not forget who was the one who let the whole world see her! If you wasn't trying to be a party girl, this probably would never had happen." He yelled to me in a whisper. Here we go.....
"Harry! I'm fucking nineteen! I need to have a life! You've been living yours while I was at home, taking care of our child!" I spat back at Harry. By this point, Ema was already awake and was witnessing mine and Harry's petty argument!
"There's a huge difference Taylor! You think having a life is getting fucked up and not knowing where you are in the morning! That's not having a life! To be honest, that's being completely fucked up! If you just cut back on your drinking or whatever you do, and act like a mature adult, while having fun!" He screamed in my face.
"I wasn't even partying that day Harry! I was out getting a belly button pier-" shit. Harry's eyes grew big as a evil smirk appeared on his face. He was getting me mixed emotions and he knew for a fact I hated that.
"So, getting your belly bottom pierced is more important then taking care of your child?" His voice was low now. He wasn't yelling as he rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb and pointer finger. I looked down as I fiddled with my fingers and sighed.
"Harry it wasn't like that. That was before I swore to you that I wasn't going out anymore and stuff." By the time I finished what I was saying, my body jumped from hearing Harry's door slam shut making me think that the glass was broke.
I looked around and out my window, when I saw Harry walking into the house with Ema in his arms. I took that chance to just sit in the car and deep think about what's going on..
I opened my laptop and turned the power on as I sat on the bed. What Harry told me today just wouldn't leave my mind as hard as I tired too.
'Don't make a twitter or any of that stuff'
It wouldn't leave my mind. Why wouldn't he want me to make a twitter, was he hiding something from me? So, that's when I did it. I made a twitter.
I put my user name as @TaylorKeith and started to roam the website. I didn't know how to work it so I took me a minute to figure out what I had to do to look up Harry. You could say I was living under a rock. I typed Harry's name into the search log and all these hash tags popped up on my screen.
But they weren't just any hash tags, they were hash tags with my name on it. My eyebrows furrowed together as I clicked on them. Why was my name on this? How did people even know who I was? But I saw something that made my stomach cringe and my heart break instantly.... All these disgusting comments about me.
(A/T/N): Ew, who's that with Harry? She's just... Ugly, like that Morgan girl he dated.
(A/T/N): Harry's got a new fat and ugly girlfriend! Good job Harry!, f***king up again.
(A/T/N): Harry can do way much better
(A/T/N): lmaooooo! Is all I have to say.
(A/T/N): *applause* yay for Harry! He has just allowed another gold digger to entered his life!
(A/T/N): I fell bad for Harry! He needs a real girl in his life, like me. Not no fat sl*t girl! Ew! I think I just threw up a little.
(A/T/N): Harry can do way much better! Like me, or any other girl in the world! Not that ugly, fat b***h!
Tears pricked my eyes as I scanned though the comments about me. My heart felt like it was being stab every time I read a comment.
Comment after comment after comment caused more of a pain in my heart. How could people be so cruel that they'll write things like this? What did I ever do to them?
I quickly exit out of twitter and close the lap top when I heard Harry running up the stairs.. I instantly sat back on the bed and hid the computer under my pillow to make it seem like I was watching television or something of that nature. I quickly hide my eyes with my hands as I hear Harry walk into the room and sit on the bed next to me.
"Taylor..." He said soothingly to me.
"Hmmm?" I didn't want to verbally talk. My voice was probably very shaky and cracky from my nervousness and hurt.
"I'm sorry. I was just angry at the whole situation and I had no right to take it out on you. If you could find any way to forgive me, I would love it." I nodded my head slightly. I mean, I was over the whole situation, just not the one that just accrued. I felt a big dip in the bed as Harry stood over me, examining..
"Taylor? Are you okay?" And he noticed... I shifted the covers and moved it closer to my face making sure Harry wasn't able to see me. When I felt Harry tug on the cover I instantly snapped.
"Leave me alone Harry! Just let me be alone! I want to be alone okay? I'm not feeling well so leave me be!" After those words the exited my mouth, I instantly felt as I should have never said them or regretted saying them.
Harry we as just concerned about me and I snapped on him for no reason! Good one Taylor..
(Harry's POV)
I felt a little hurt as Taylor yelled at me, I mean what did I do? I just apologized and I would have thought that left us on one accord... But I guess I'm wrong.
I slowly get up from the bed and walk to the bedroom door mumbling sorry under my breath. But why was I saying sorry? I wasn't the one who just snapped on someone for no freaking reason..
I immediately picked Ema up into my arms and held her head against my chest, so they weren't able to take anymore pictures.
"What the hell? Are you seriously going to take pictures of a innocent toddler for your fucking stupid magazines that no one reads?" I saw angry, so anything that what I said wasn't completely thought through.
"Miss, isn't that Harry styles daughter?"
"Are you the mother?"
"What's your name?"
"Are you and Harry Styles dating?"
"Why are you just now entering Harry's life?"
"How old is she?" The paps surrounded me as I tired to walk away. But I couldn't, I was trapped in a circle of people who were snapping pictures, messing up Ema's evening just for some fucking money!
"Taylor!?" Harry called to me. My head snapped in the direction that Harry's voice was coming from. And when I saw him, he was sitting in the car gesturing me to come.
I ran to the car as fast as I could, while I ignored all the questions the paps were asking. It was just too much to deal with, especially for Ema! Is this really what is going to happen when we take Ema out to have fun with other kids her age?
I quickly entered the car and locked the doors so the paps weren't able to do anymore stuff! But as soon as the paps started to surround the car, Harry rolled his window down with his face full of anger.
"What the fuck! My daughter can't go out to play without you ass wipes trying to sneak a fucking picture of her! Really? A fucking three year old? Don't you fucking dicks have anything better to do then be immature enough to surround my fucking daughter, as she cried while y'all took pictures of her!?" Harry just wouldn't stop with the words that exited his mouth, I wanted to tell him to stop but I was scared that he might have even snapped on me.
"Why don't each and every one of you go suck some dicks and go to hell!" Harry started to roll the window but, but stopped a few centimeters before I was fully closed. Harry lifted his body from the seat and smiled out the window.
"Oh, and have a blessed day." And we sped off, leaving witness and paps with videos of what just happened.
The ride home was silent, I was too busy trying to get what just happen through my head, it was just too much to deal with.
I mean, Ema deserves a child food full of kids, playing, games... Not full of paparazzi, cameras, and all that other unnecessary things.
I checked Ema through my rear view mirror and she was knocked out in her car seat. I leaned my head on the window was I watched Harry drive.
"Ema doesn't deserve this....." I finally spoke up. I didn't know if Harry cooled down it is still hyped, we would just have to find out. As Harry turned into the parking lot and stopped the car, he shifted his body and looked at me as I did the same.
"what do you mean Taylor?" His voice had a hint of annoyance in it. Maybe it wasn't the right time to talk about this..
"I mean, Ema doesn't deserve to have paparazzi in her face! The one second I turn my head while she played at a kid playground, is when all these paparazzi take their chance to take pictures of her! She's freaking three Harry, she doesn't need to be involved in this.." I said opening the car door to get out. But Harry instantly took hold of my wrist and yanked me back into the car.
"Let's not forget who was the one who let the whole world see her! If you wasn't trying to be a party girl, this probably would never had happen." He yelled to me in a whisper. Here we go.....
"Harry! I'm fucking nineteen! I need to have a life! You've been living yours while I was at home, taking care of our child!" I spat back at Harry. By this point, Ema was already awake and was witnessing mine and Harry's petty argument!
"There's a huge difference Taylor! You think having a life is getting fucked up and not knowing where you are in the morning! That's not having a life! To be honest, that's being completely fucked up! If you just cut back on your drinking or whatever you do, and act like a mature adult, while having fun!" He screamed in my face.
"I wasn't even partying that day Harry! I was out getting a belly button pier-" shit. Harry's eyes grew big as a evil smirk appeared on his face. He was getting me mixed emotions and he knew for a fact I hated that.
"So, getting your belly bottom pierced is more important then taking care of your child?" His voice was low now. He wasn't yelling as he rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb and pointer finger. I looked down as I fiddled with my fingers and sighed.
"Harry it wasn't like that. That was before I swore to you that I wasn't going out anymore and stuff." By the time I finished what I was saying, my body jumped from hearing Harry's door slam shut making me think that the glass was broke.
I looked around and out my window, when I saw Harry walking into the house with Ema in his arms. I took that chance to just sit in the car and deep think about what's going on..
I opened my laptop and turned the power on as I sat on the bed. What Harry told me today just wouldn't leave my mind as hard as I tired too.
'Don't make a twitter or any of that stuff'
It wouldn't leave my mind. Why wouldn't he want me to make a twitter, was he hiding something from me? So, that's when I did it. I made a twitter.
I put my user name as @TaylorKeith and started to roam the website. I didn't know how to work it so I took me a minute to figure out what I had to do to look up Harry. You could say I was living under a rock. I typed Harry's name into the search log and all these hash tags popped up on my screen.
But they weren't just any hash tags, they were hash tags with my name on it. My eyebrows furrowed together as I clicked on them. Why was my name on this? How did people even know who I was? But I saw something that made my stomach cringe and my heart break instantly.... All these disgusting comments about me.
(A/T/N): Ew, who's that with Harry? She's just... Ugly, like that Morgan girl he dated.
(A/T/N): Harry's got a new fat and ugly girlfriend! Good job Harry!, f***king up again.
(A/T/N): Harry can do way much better
(A/T/N): lmaooooo! Is all I have to say.
(A/T/N): *applause* yay for Harry! He has just allowed another gold digger to entered his life!
(A/T/N): I fell bad for Harry! He needs a real girl in his life, like me. Not no fat sl*t girl! Ew! I think I just threw up a little.
(A/T/N): Harry can do way much better! Like me, or any other girl in the world! Not that ugly, fat b***h!
Tears pricked my eyes as I scanned though the comments about me. My heart felt like it was being stab every time I read a comment.
Comment after comment after comment caused more of a pain in my heart. How could people be so cruel that they'll write things like this? What did I ever do to them?
I quickly exit out of twitter and close the lap top when I heard Harry running up the stairs.. I instantly sat back on the bed and hid the computer under my pillow to make it seem like I was watching television or something of that nature. I quickly hide my eyes with my hands as I hear Harry walk into the room and sit on the bed next to me.
"Taylor..." He said soothingly to me.
"Hmmm?" I didn't want to verbally talk. My voice was probably very shaky and cracky from my nervousness and hurt.
"I'm sorry. I was just angry at the whole situation and I had no right to take it out on you. If you could find any way to forgive me, I would love it." I nodded my head slightly. I mean, I was over the whole situation, just not the one that just accrued. I felt a big dip in the bed as Harry stood over me, examining..
"Taylor? Are you okay?" And he noticed... I shifted the covers and moved it closer to my face making sure Harry wasn't able to see me. When I felt Harry tug on the cover I instantly snapped.
"Leave me alone Harry! Just let me be alone! I want to be alone okay? I'm not feeling well so leave me be!" After those words the exited my mouth, I instantly felt as I should have never said them or regretted saying them.
Harry we as just concerned about me and I snapped on him for no reason! Good one Taylor..
(Harry's POV)
I felt a little hurt as Taylor yelled at me, I mean what did I do? I just apologized and I would have thought that left us on one accord... But I guess I'm wrong.
I slowly get up from the bed and walk to the bedroom door mumbling sorry under my breath. But why was I saying sorry? I wasn't the one who just snapped on someone for no freaking reason..
Notes
Woah, drama! Well anyways I wanted to address the hate a little, I mean we all know about it and personally I think it's wrong to do to anyone! Like my story (this story) gets hate and it really hurts me cuz I love freakingggg writing, especially about my boysssssss! Anyways, it was a bit of a sad chapter for me to write! Anyways,Whats gonna happen next? Comment below!
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