Page’s POV

“So now that were friends, why don’t we have a little fun, yeah?” Taylor smiled, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder.

“What kind of fun?” I questioned.

Taylor seemed genuine enough when she told me that she wanted to be ‘friends’ but some people are good at putting up acts and I knew straight away that she was one of those people.

“My friend Selena Gomez was able to get a hold of some booze.” She paused. “Wait, you are over eighteen right?”

I scoffed.

“Duh.”

“Great. Let’s go.” She gripped my wrist in her palm, dragging me towards the exit.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. (a) I never agreed to go with you, Taylor and (b) you have no right to pull me the way you did! I’m not some pet you can boss around!” I stood my ground, pulling away from her tight grasp.

“Listen here, you bitch.” She spat, her loud voice bouncing off the walls as she walked closer to me.

Instinctively, I took a step back each time she took a step forward until my back came in contact with the wall.

“W-what are you doing?” I mumbled.

“I’m not going to hurt you but God do I want to…” She threw hear head back and laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.

She fumbled for the doorknob behind me before turning it and pushing me inside.

“The fuck…?”

“Goodbye Philips.” She smiled tauntingly before jamming the door closed.

I stood up and pounded on the door.

“Taylor!!” I screamed. “Taylor!!”

I sunk to the ground in defeat, now on the verge of tears.

I was locked in a janitor’s closet.

A freaking janitor’s closet.

Who knows how long I’ll be in here before someone finds me.

Harry’s POV

“Hey have you seen Page?” I asked Taylor after we had cleared up the reason as to why she was here.

Apparently management wanted the world to know that we don’t hate each other so they made her come here so the press would get the word out, why they didn’t tell me that she was coming is still unknown.

“I think she left for the club with Niall or something.”

Something about the situation didn’t feel right but I let it slide.

“Ride with me?” Taylor asked.

I groaned but nodded, sliding into the passenger seat of her red sports car.

“I’ve missed you.” She looked over at me, the corners of her mouth curved into a slight smile and I couldn’t help but think back to the times when we were a couple.

I never had any intentions of hurting her the way I did, but I just didn’t feel anything for her like I do for Page. Sure she was a good shag but that’s all.

“Yeah.” I merely spoke, lost in thought.

-

“Hey Niall mate, where’s page? Taylor said that she was with you!”

“I haven’t seen her.”

Oh shit.

No no no.

This can’t be happening.

Don’t panic.

Maybe I’m overthinking this entire thing?

I walked over to Taylor who was already piss drunk.

“Where’s page Taylor? Niall hasn’t seen her.”

Taylor wobbled on her feet, her eyes glued to mine as she took another swing of her drink.

She giggled before she spoke.

“Of course you haven’t seen her, silly. I locked her in the janitor’s closet back at the arena.”

And that’s when something inside of me just snapped.

Notes

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