101 Reasons To Hate Butterflies

Harry's POV:



Up until this morning, it had been forever since I had waken up on my own.

For the most part, it was because if given the chance I would probably sleep a full entire day, given that's how much I've given up for tour-prepping.

It was our only complete day off before the concert. A complete 24 hours and I was ready to waste them all. I would've gotten some sleep yesterday, but I was up all night baby sitting.

It all started with a kind gesture that, well...

Flashback:

"Hey hey hey shhh, shhh, it's gonna be alright, okay? Don't worry about that other guy he doesn't deserve you. What's your name, babe?"

"Taylor."

"Taylor, huh? Are you alright?"

"I just got dumped. I'm not really 'okay'". She sounded awfully sassy.

"We'll you know what? You're beautiful and you seem very kind. There will be others. Don't give up quite yet."

"I want to tonight. Is it not okay for me to be not okay?! Just for one night,can I please be something besides a liar?"
"Who's, uh, I never said you were a liar. What makes you a liar?"

"I just don't wanna pretend anymore."

"Taylor, what are you pretending?"

"Being happy."
"Then don't. Look, you seem like you got a drink in you. There's your problem. One will never be enough if you don't wanna be happy. Here, c'mon. Drinks on me." I helped her up, and we were able to stumble back to the bar.


"Uh, I'll take a Corona, and the lady will have," Her gaze was easy to match. "What do you want?"
She looked past me at the bartender.
"Two Coronas."

"You fancy beer, huh?"

"I like better things when I'm happy."

"Ahh, so not tonight, huh?"

She nodded.

I was finally able to see a little growing smirk. We chatted for a while as I witnessed her increasingly become more and more unstable. Her words became slurs of unorganized ideas.

"We should go back to your house?!"

"Uhm, sure." At first I hesitated. I didn't really know what exactly she was hinting, if anything.
"Grab your purse."


We walked out the back door to the back parking lot. She was laughing and tripping the whole way over until her hands reached out in front of her, landing on the car in a strange way to break her fall into the side door. Once we got inside, she missed her seat belt multiple times before deciding it "would be safer if she was in the back."
With that, I helped her into the back and buckled her in.

She kept talking about all her ex's and honestly I couldn't see how anyone could fancy her, she was the problem. Don't get me wrong, she seemed very charming and down-to-earth, it was just - I don't know, really. Something about her turned me off.
But hey, those are just my thoughts.

I started driving and every few miles or so she would lean forward, bringing herself to the left side of me and start humming obnoxiously. I couldn't of been more glad to see the street before mine, meaning this ride was nearing an end.

As soon as I pulled in and came to a stop, she got all excited and asked questions in between her hiccups.
I opened the back door.

"Taylor, we're here."

"ooOOOooo....Harrrrrry, is aha, is uh is this this isn't my house?"

"Taylor, you're staying in my hotel room tonight, remember?" I caught her trip, and pushed her back, trying to make eye contact. She was wasted. It took her about ten seconds of silence to recall what had taken place not to long ago.

"Oh yeaaaaah. Are you just visiting?"
"Huh?"

"Why a hotel?"

"It's closer to the airport. It means I have less of a drive when I have to wake up early and-,"

"Where 'ya gonnnna go?"

"I'm going on tour."

"When do ya go?"

"In a couple days. Three maybe?"

"Why are to us staying here for so long? If you were smart, you'd come here like...like...the night af- before." She lost her balance and held out her arms, reaching for the entrance until she finally found it.

"Honesty, we were going to go to my apartment. The reservation I have for this room is not until Wednesday night, but I don't want you to make a mess of my place." I sighed. "So here we are."

I decided to be blatantly honest. Hoping maybe she'd pick up on my annoyed undertone and take a hint. But if that didn't work, she wouldn't remember.

She just laughed. More.
"Ohh, I'm drunk." She whispered.

"Yes you are, now come on, lets go inside shall we?"

"We shall!" She hummed.
It would've been sort of funny if I had drank one more drink.
Just one.
Then I would've understood what she was going through.

But I hadn't. I had to drive. And, as I recalled, I had barely had much to drink at all, with all the distractions at the club.

Nevertheless, my alcohol buzz had worn off, and I was more than aggravated. I didn't think things could go worse until we got in the elevator.

Because as soon as the doors came slowly together, so did my lips with Taylor's.

Too be quiet honest with you, I wasn't really surprised.
She was pretty wasted.
And you could see it written on her face; the lip biting, the eye following, and when her teeth weren't gripping her lip, her finger was dragging it down.

I didn't really mind. But it only took a second to make me snap into reality. I could sense that she was going to follow through with the kiss, but I couldn't let her do that. She doesn't know me, and I wasn't going to take advantage of her.

I opened my eyes and pried my lips from her lock
"Taylor, Taylor Taylor, stop, stop."

"Mmyeah?" She mumbled.
"Stop. I'm not doing that with you."
"Why?!" She whined.
"You're drunk, darling. Please just stay still, uhm, don't move. We'll be at my room shortly, okay, just, please."
"You're no fun, Larry. what's your name again? Larry?"
I smirked. "No, I'm just Harry."
"Whatever, that's basically what I meant..er said." She laughed.


We eventually got to my room. Almost instinctively, she fell onto the bed and moaned. When I walked past
the bathroom and glanced at the actual room, I only saw one bed.

"Fuck" I whispered under my breath.
It was then that I realized there was a love seat in the window and let out a little sigh of gratitude.

Alright, this was acceptable to me.

"Taylor."
She hiccuped, "Yes Harreh?" She said mockingly. It was followed by another giggle.

"Do you need anything before bed?" I could taste the annoyance on my tongue. But sadly, she couldn't.

"Ummm...more pillows!"
I picked up the phone on the nightstand and called for a few more pillows. Some for me as well.

Within minutes, we had receive our pillows and I was totally ready to fall asleep. My eyelids were heavy and my limbs fell numb. I threw my pillow against the love seat, holding the other one in my arms as if it could cuddle me back.

Taylor was in the bathroom. She had sobered down slightly, hopefully enough to turn off the lamp on the nightstand. By that time though, It didn't even phase me. I was already drifting fast asleep, creating my own darkness.

I'm assuming she turned off the light; It was off when I awoke the next morning. I got up from my chair and stretched. I was a little sore, but I probably would've been slapped if she woke up and saw me shirtless in the same bed.

When I glanced at Taylor, she was still asleep. I really had no intention of getting to know the sober version of the drunk girl I meant. Honesty, I just wanted to make sure she was okay last night.

But somehow, it turned into this.
I left her a note and snuck out.

The hotel key was on the nightstand, near the note that explained what happened. It also said that there would be a taxi ready to drive her anywhere at 2pm.

After I snuck out, that was the last I saw of her.

To be honest with you, her departure from my life was rather anticlimactic.
But hey, that's life.

But now, it was the start of a new day. Wednesday. The last day before the official start in San Fran.

I had just waken up, and I got to spend it...
....all alone.

I shot a view at the clock,
Okay, so it was more like halfway through the day. Either way, I was ready to have a nice and calming do-nothing day.

I didn't really wanna spend it alone, but I guess...I guess that's what it came down to.
I sighed.

It was days like this I wish wasn't single.

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