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Just Harry and I.

Chapter Twenty-Five.

*SCARLETT'S POV*

"Shit, you seen this Scar?" Niall wafted his hand, motioning for me to walk over. I took each step at a time, slowly but carefully. His tone sounded scared, shocked. I inhaled deeply. It was Taylor being interviewed on TV. Shit.

"and then, before I could say anything more she attacked me. Slapped, kicked, punched me. I've either covered my bruises up with make up or clothes at the moment. Then, she just left me there. On the floor. No one helped me. Not even the people working there. I was in so much pain." she lied. That bitch was going to pay.

"That must have been scary for you." the interviewer stated, looking sympathetic. That would soon change if she found out the truth. I gritted my teeth.

"It was." Taylor nodded, making sure her voice cracked so the world would feel sorry for her.

"What made her do it? Surely she didn't just hit you for no reason?" the interviewer questioned.

"Well, I confronted her my love for Harry. It must have threatened their relationship, I suppose-" she forced a tear out of her eyes. For fuck sake. She was a heartless cow. "I suppose she couldn't cope with it. I didn't mean it to become that way." the interviewer nodded.

"So, they're dating?"

"Yes. Scarlett Bianca Jones and Harry Edward Styles are a couple." she confirmed. My head was spinning. My face was throbbing. I gulped. My breath became heavier. I was fighting back tears. This wasn't fair. I hadn't done anything personally to hurt her, in fact I complimented her. Why was she doing this? Well I knew why. She wanted Harry.

"BULLSHIT!" Liam yelled, pretty much bursting my ear drums. He knew what happened, he'd be there for me.

"She's going to hell." I murmured.

"W-what's going on?" Harry stammered. Looking angry, hurt and confused. "I'm lost."

"Taylor saw Scar and I sitting in Starbucks. Obviously, being her she couldn't just walk past and leave us to it. She had to cause grief. So, she threatened us. Making us weak at the knees." Liam explained.

"How did she threaten you?" Harry stared at me, concerned.

"She told me if I didn't leave him to never return, there would be 'trouble'." I sighed.

"Well, none of us will let that happen." Harry hugged me, the others nodding.

"so, Scarlett slapped her. Once. She didn't 'attack' her. That's all she did. It was a good slap, I was impressed. She deserved it. After that, we left and the last thing we saw was Taylor on the floor. But the staff there rushed over to see if she was alright." Liam finished.

"Are you okay with this?" Harry rested his forehead against mine.

"I'm not okay with Taylor being a dishonest arsehole," I started, everyone sniggering. "but, I'm willing to go public if it means I can have a relationship with you without having to hide it. She did us a favour." I winked, placing my hands in his and rubbing them together. Harry grinned.

"You want to then?"

"Well I don't think it's a choice anymore," I giggled. "Yes. I do."

"So we need to prove her wrong?" Niall stepped in.

"If it was that easy." I bit my lip.

"Well it could be." Liam shrugged.

"How?" I pleaded.

"CCTV." he answered.

"No sound?"

"Some do." Zayn added.

"Then let's go!" Lou cheered.

"Yeah." I agreed.

We all hurdled out the door and into the lobby of the hotel. I gave the receptionist who was subtly rude to me a death glare, then continued towards the exit. We hailed a 7-seater cab and climbed in. Liam directed the drive and we were off. It was quite exciting, like a detective show. It was thrilling yeah, but I was anxious. We needed to get that tape, and if we didn't...well we were screwed.

We arrived. I scampered into Starbucks before everyone else.

"Show me the camera tapes." I demanded, slamming my hands on the counter.

"I'm sorry, miss. That is confidential footag-" a lady about the age of 40 replied before being cut off by Harry strutting in.

"Show us." he hissed. We were desperate, we weren't bothered we were coming across as rude.

"Oh Harry Styles, of course Sir." she smiled, blushing. Obviously the confidentiality would automatically disappear the minute he walked in. Damn his fame. But to be fair, without it, we wouldn't have been able to see the tapes.

The lady lead us into a small little room round the back of the cafe. There was a massive bookshelf full of the CCTV tapes, labelled with the dates they came from.

"What's the date you were looking for?" she asked politely, staring at my boyfriend. Ugh. It was going to be hard to get used to this.

"The second of Feb, it was early in the morning around 3." Liam answered, even though she was hoping to get a conversation going with Harry. Ha. Unlucky mate.

"Alright," she nodded. She hovered over to the end of the bookshelf, the most recent tapes appeared. "hmm." she paused. "there doesn't seem to be a 2nd." she hummed, wrapping her hair around her fingers. She was trying to seduce my boyfriend. My boyfriend. Right in front of me.

"Taylor." her name escaped through my still gritted teeth. I hated her. With a fucking passion.

"What do we do now?" Niall asked, upset. I loved all of them, they were so caring.

"We could try the tape from the 1st? Sometimes the footage isn't changed until security arrives the next day." the woman suggested, actually looking as if she wanted to help me this time. Aw how thoughtful.

"Please." I begged. She picked up the tape and pushed it in gently. I crossed my fingers. "C'mon." I whispered to myself. There was an outburst of sound. YES. I exhaled heavily in relief, along with the other bodies in the room.

"Fast forward." Liam said, sternly. The woman pushed the 'fast forward' button in on the TV. I gulped. Harry fidgeted with phone. Liam messed with his hair. Niall nibbled on his jumper sleeve. Zayn snuffled his nose and Lou was wincing slightly. It was a tense moment.

"STOP!" I yelled, pressing the button myself. "this is it," I sighed before clicking the 'play' button. "this is it." I repeated, my voice turning into a whisper. I grabbed hold of Harry's shoulder. He placed his arm round me. This made the woman roll her eyes. We all gathered around the footage apprehensively. The video played.


"Oh, hi Scarlett. There you are, how come you left the party I was looking for you everywhere."

"Well, how surprising you didn't find me down the back of Harry's throat."


"How's your boyfriend?"

"How did you kno-"

"know what? That you are going out? That you are his mysterious girl? Oh, please. I know everything. If you're smart, you'll understand to leave him. Never come back again otherwise they'll be trouble."

"Are you threatening me?"

"I guess you could call it that."

"What you gonna do?"

"Let's hope you don't find out."

I'd carry on but I'd already told you the story once, you know how bad she treated us. You know how much she messed with our heads. I was trying not to cry. So was Liam. Everyone was just watching unbelievably. After the drama was over, I ejected the tape. We were silent for a bit.

"I went out with that?" Harry scoffed."I'm so sorry Scar. I wish I could have been there, looking after you. Sober. I wish I never met Taylor, and I can honestly say I thought it was you I was kissing. I was pissed." he sighed, looking frustrated with himself.

"Don't worry about it, Haz." I kissed him on the lips.

"Bleugh." Danielle made gagging noises, but by the look of her face she didn't mean to do this out loud.

"What's up with you, you've not said anything to me since before Harry's party hardly?" I questioned her.

*DANIELLE'S POV*

How was I supposed to answer that? I couldn't tell her I thought I loved her. I was finding it hard to believe it myself. No. I didn't. I wasn't a lesbian. This was just a faze. It would blow past, I was sure of it. Not that I was homophobic, but I wasn't saying anything until I was 100% sure I was...you know.

"Nothing," I laughed. "Not a lot to talk about really." I answered eventually.

"Course." she responded sarcastically.

"What do we do with this tape then?" Lou clapped. "It's got everything we need."

"Take it to the reporters." Harry chuckled.

"Ha. She's going down." Scar bumped fists with Niall, who then turned to grin at me. I didn't love him but he was gorgeous and not half as bad as I made him out to be. I pecked him on his nose.

*TAYLOR'S POV*

I watched the tape. The entire thing. It didn't have any of the footage I needed to destroy. Fuck fuck fuck, if they get that tape I'm screwed. I was shitting myself. My career was in the hands of Scarlett Bianca Jones. That little slut. Gold digger.

*HARRY'S POV*

Lou had hid the tape securely, so it wasn't easy nicked. I wrapped my arm around Scarlett's waist. There were paps waiting for us to exit Starbucks. I swallowed.

"You ready baby?" I asked, squeezing her tighter.

"Yes," she nodded a little unsure. "just don't let me go."

"I won't, I promise. I'll never let you go." I whispered down her ear. I opened the door to the flashing lights and started to speak.

"I'm guessing you're all wondering what the situation is with Taylor. Well, I'd just like to say I'm going to inform the reporters with the real story. So, keep your eyes open on the news I should expect." I stated confidently.

"Is this your girlfriend?"

"Is this the Scarlett. Is she really an abuser?"

"What's the real side?"

"Your fan base are going crazy, Mr Styles. How do you feel about this?"

"How long have you and Scarlett been together?"

"Are you regretting the fame?"

"Is this career too much for you?"

These were just a few of the questions the paps were spitting in our faces. I didn't answer any of them, I just kept walking. I needed to get Scar out of there, she was gripping onto me for her life and I was really worried about her. I didn't want to see her like this, I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

"Here we go," I said, picking her up and placing her into a taxi. "Are you okay?" I asked, sadness spreading across my face when I noticed the panic in her eyes. The others had agreed to return in a different car so Scar and I were able to talk alone. "If this is too much, we don't have to do it." I exclaimed, trying my best to reassure her.

"W-what do you mean?" she finally replied. "like break up?" I nodded through my pain. Why would I suggest that? I needed her, I could never let her go again. "I can handle it for you." Thank god.

"Are you sure?" No Harry. Don't try and push her away.

"With all my heart," she smiled. "hopefully I'll get used to it."

"I hope so," I snuggled up to her. "I love you so much, princess." she loved it when I called her that, it was true. She was my princess. And I was her prince.

"Shall we go now?" I offered, finishing the last few sips of my beer. Scar nodded.

"The sooner this is over and done with, the better." Liam sighed.

"Road trip 2." Zayn chuckled. Scarlett joined him.

"I'm gonna stay here." Dani muttered.

"Yeah me too." Niall winked.

"Alright, lovebirds." I joked. "Just the five of us then."

We arrived at a news station.

"Here." I said sharply, passing the manager the tape. This was the place Taylor had her interview. I couldn't wait.

"What's this?" the manager asked, examining it closely.

"Play it, on the news. Tomorrow." with that, we all left.

We got back and we were very sociable. We all escape to twitter. I hadn't been on since all the 'beef'. What the fuck was Taylor's problem. I scanned down a few.

@tayay4568: @taylorswift13 ew I hate that Scarlett girl. What an abuser. You and @Harry_Styles should get back together.

@1Dforever: I luv @Harry_Styles so much it dusnt matter 2 me who he d8s. I'll stand by him. Shld get back 2geva wiv Taylor tho.

@HarryStyles'sexslave: @Harry_Styles I hope this isn't true.

I needed to explain to everyone what was going on.

@Harry_Styles: Okay everyone. A lot has happened since I turned 22 only a couple of days ago. It's been a pretty dramatic 48 hours and I feel all of you people deserve to know, seeing as I wouldn't be where I am today without you. I'd just like to say, tomorrow everything will become clear. Taylor has made up a lot of shit, that I will not get into right now. I will in fact confirm I am together with Scarlett Bianca Jones and she is definitely not an abuser. I'd say what actually happened but I want it all to be pieced together tomorrow. Sorry for any inconvenience or trauma. Wanted to clean things up since it's been a bit #craycray love you all.

Scarlett flickered her eyes up to mine, evidently she had just read the tweet.

"What if the media don't show it?" her eyebrows curved into an anxious look.

"
They will. It's a big thing to them. Lot of drama." I answered, she nodded.

"What if they twist it, isn't that what they're known for?"

"That's just the paparazzi, Scar." I said, stroking her hair out of her eyes. "You are so beautiful." she blushed. I loved it when her tiny cheeks went all rosy. It was cute. She kissed my nose.

"You're my baby Harry." Now I was blushing.

"You tomatoes!" Li laughed. We both snapped our heads towards him, before cracking into a fit of laughter too. Paul entered looking furious.

"What are you lot up to? What is happening between you and Taylor, Harry? This is Scar then I'm guessing? Explain yourself." Paul spat, harshly. Shit. I forgot about managers etc...

"Scar's my girlfriend." I replied.

"She's just appeared out of no where!" he shouted. Scarlett embraced Paul's presence. She looked terrified. Mortified.

"She has a name." I snapped.

"Scarlett then. But, whatever's going on you better sort your shit out before Simon finds out.Otherwise you're dead. This is just the beginning of it, Harry. Get your act together." he scolded.

"Leave it, Paul. It's harder than you think." Liam defended.

"Don't try and teach me how to do my job. All I know is it's a petty argument that you've all pointlessly got yourself into!"

"You don't know the half of it. Maybe if you listened to our side of the story once in a while you wouldn't be such a pretentious dick!" Liam screamed, his voice cracking. He then sat back and rubbed his temples.

"You don't realise how hard I work for you. You all take it for granted. Selfishness." Paul stopped his voice from raising and practically whispered it. His still sounded intimidating though. It gave me goosebumps. He was scary when he wanted to be.

Then he walked out and we were left in an awkward silence.

Deep in thought.

All of us.

Oh.

Notes

Sorry I took so long to upload this, I typed out half of it then accidentally closed the tab-_-
Then, my dinner came so I stopped mid-way.
Finally, it's up!
I may be able to get another chapter up tonight too,
IF my bloody laptop doesn't mess up again
PLEASE let me know what you think
It gives me more of a mind set to write to know people actually enjoy it:)))
THANKS A BUNCH X

Comments

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@Frizzi
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