Chapter 18: What The Hell Am I Thinking?! (Taylor’s P.O.V.)

Who did he think he was? Telling me that I was ungrateful. I’m not the one who has money coming out my ass or members of the opposite sex throwing themselves at me all the time. I can’t believe he had the nerve to say something like that to me when he doesn’t even know me.

I tried to push those thoughts aside as I turned my attention back my English professor at the front of the class. He was speaking to us about the horrible formatting that half of our papers had and how he would docking points for every error he found. This was typical. Half of the people here couldn’t care less about this class. I actually enjoyed this class, while on a normal day. Right now, I couldn’t get my mind to focus on anything to enjoy it.

I just couldn’t get Harry off my mind. Why was he so concerned anyway? I was just some random girl who he gave a ride home. It’s not like we went out on a date or anything, even though that probably would be nice.

I shook my head. What the hell was I thinking?!

There was no way that could happen. I couldn’t even think about being with anyone while I was in this stupid fucking debacle with Carson. I hated that man so much. I mean I don’t think there was any word that could describe how much I hated and loathed that man. He was just fucking up my life every chance he got and I don’t even think he knows he is.

I mean, apparently one of the most desired celebrity bachelor was trying to look after me and was concerned with my welfare. How many girls would kill for the Harry Styles to show up at her work to see if she was doing okay? I didn’t mind it, I mean- Oh god Taylor! What the fuck are you thinking?!

I shook my head again as I turned my attention back up to the professor. This was my last class before I graduated in two weeks. I need to be focusing on this class. The class wasn’t that hard, but if I missed anything I would probably miss the most important part and end up fucking my grade up in all kind of ways.

I just couldn’t help but think about to what Harry had said to me. ‘Why won’t you let anyone in?’

I can’t let anyone in besides Ann. I can’t let anyone know about this huge fucking mess with Carson. I hate it. I want to go out and meet new people and go find a boy to go out on dates with. I want to be like everyone else that was sitting in this classroom. I wanted to have a social life. I wanted to have any kind of life at all. Anything would be better than what I was living right now.

I looked down at my paper to see that I had been absentmindedly scribbling all over the margins. My professor was going to kill me for that if he decided to take up notes. I sighed to myself. I just needed to find a way to get everything off my mind.

Janet was so right about me. I would be more pleasant if I would get out on the town for a night and flirt with a guys. I would be happier if I had a boy. My mind drifted back to Harry. The way he ran in my room when I had fallen the other day; the look way he had looked at me with such worry, I knew that he cared. He wasn’t faking any of this, he was genuinely concerned for my safety and well-being.

What if I went out with him?

It’s not like he was hard to find or keep tabs on. And it’s not like he isn’t good-looking or anything. Actually, he was pretty nice looking with that dark shaggy hair and those vibrant green eyes. I really wanted nothing more than to gaze into those two green eyes right now.

My eyes widened as I yelled at myself, “What the hell are you thinking Taylor?!”

I froze as my eyes bugged even more as I noticed that everyone in the classroom had their eyes on me. I had just scream that out loud. I buried my face in my arms as I tried to only focus on the notebook that was rubbing my nose.

Harry Styles was going to be the death of me.

Notes

Here you go guys! So sorry for the delay in updating. My internet has been acting up and not letting me on anything but google, but it's fixed now! So here is your next chapter and I hope to have a little more time to write you some more. Anyways, enjoy! Later, Kiki