Strictly Professional.

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Lunch was quick, salads and sandwiches were eaten, and before they knew it Penny and Harry had escaped back up to his room. It was like the dam had lifted and the waters were rushing out, their hands were all over each other and their lips hadn’t parted since they’d closed the door. It was a whirlwind of touching and taste that the pair had been lost in completely, until they heard the meekest of coughs.
Harry’s lips hesitantly pulled away from Penny’s, his eyes staying closed before he had fully turned his head to see who was in his room. The blonde hair and red lips were a dead giveaway, Penny felt her eyes widen as she made eye contact with the iconic singer.
“Taylor?” Harry’s voice sounded surprised while Taylor’s eyes were glaring toward his new found love interest.
“I see you’ve moved on, guess I should have known.” She said as she pushed past the two, opening the door and walking out without looking back. Harry’s face looked worried as he looked back to Penny.
“I’m sorry…” He said solemnly before turning to run out the door after her. Penny stood there for a moment, blinking, breathing. What had just happened? Was he playing her after all? Was this what Niall had hinted at before? Niall. She didn’t know why, but she felt like he’d have the answers. She walked to the door, opening it and scurrying across the hall, avoiding getting in eyesight of either of them. She quickly knocked on Niall’s door, chewing on her bottom lip as she felt her anxiety going through the roof. Once the door opened and Niall’s smiling face presented itself, Penny shoved him inside the room and closed the door behind her.
“What do you know Horan?” She said as she pointed her finger in his face, most accusingly.
“Pardon?” He said with an arched brow, clueless to what the girl was referring to.
“Taylor fucking Swift is here?” She said angrily, turning to look out the window at the gathering crowds. Perfect timing.
“She is? Why?” He knew, he pretended he didn’t, but he knew. Penny turned to look at him.
“Niall, please. You warned me yesterday and I should have listened… is he still seeing her?” She asked with regret in her voice.
His lips pulled to the side, frowning slightly. “No, well she can’t really take no for an answer and she’s been showing up randomly. Harry’s not interested in her anymore though.” His eyes were conveying the most honest of looks, hoping that Penny would believe him.
“Why’d he run after her and leave me there then?” She asked, finally feeling that twinge of hurt prickling inside of her. She felt that stupid lump welling up in her throat and the stinging of fighting back tears in her eyes.
“No, Penelope, that’s not it. He’s just a nice guy.” Niall’s arms were around her small frame now, pulling her into a comforting hug. “You and I both know that Harry is too nice, he can’t stand to see anyone hurt and this is typical Taylor. I know that Harry has fancied you since we first met you. Please don’t cry…” He pleaded, trying to calm her worries, but also feeling like he was snitching on his best mate. Also ruining any chance he may have had with her, if that were something he wanted of course.
Penny pulled back, her eyes locking with those blue hues that reminded her of the Caribbean, the twinkling of green just in the center that always seemed to convince her. She wrapped her arms around him now, shoving her face into his shoulder to fight back the tears. She didn’t want to be that girl, the girl that cried over a boy. She had promised she wouldn’t do that again, yet here she was.
She let out a heavy sigh, pulling back and looking back up to Niall. She felt his hand move to her cheek, wiping a single tear from her skin.
“C’mon love. No tears, all is well. I’ll pretend to have an emergency tonight that only you can fix if you wanna avoid doing the dreamboats hair.” He offered, a smirk playing on his lips. Penny let out a laugh, nodding as she wiped the remaining tears from her eyes.
“Sounds like a plan, thanks Niall… sorry I came in like a wrecking ball, didn’t mean to jump down your throat.” She apologized, giving him a gentle smile.
“No worries, I am going to go look at some outfits for tonight, come with me?” He offered to take her mind off of the situation at hand. She smiled, nodding and welcoming the distraction.
Once they’d exited the room, he offered her his arm and she happily linked her arm through as they walked down the hall. She didn’t see Taylor and Harry in the hallway, but Harry definitely saw her. Harry and Taylor had moved to a more secluded area of the hallway while Harry tried to calm the blonde down. She was overreacting as always and causing a scene that he just didn’t want to deal with and seeing his best friend walking past with the girl he’d been dreaming of was like a punch in the gut. He watched as they got on the elevator, turning to look back at Taylor once the doors had closed.
“I’m not sure why you keep showing up Tay, you know that I love you, but what we had is over. I’m not trying to be ugly or hurt you, you know this can’t work.”
Taylor’s tears hadn’t been absent; in fact she looked like she’d been sobbing for days. She turned to look out the heavily tinted window.
“I thought you loved me Harry…” Her voice trembled as she spoke, it was amazing to Harry how he’d captivated her so much that she couldn’t let go. He’d been over it for months now, in fact it wasn’t even that long of a relationship, but to Taylor it must have been like a lifetime.
“I do Taylor, but not the way you love me.” He said softly, his eyes looking at the ground for fear of seeing her cry again and saying the words he knew she wanted to hear. He didn’t want to be the guy who couldn’t stand his ground, he wanted to be the one that was honest. His band mates had warned him, ‘imagine the songs she’ll write about you mate’ Zayn had told him from the very beginning, but Harry was very much one for making mistakes regardless of warnings. He took a step back, clearing his throat.
“I gotta go to wardrobe Taylor, we’ll talk soon okay?” He said, but she didn’t respond, she just stared dramatically out the window. Harry turned, dragging his palm down his face before going into his room. He wanted to scream, to punch the wall, to make some really questionable decisions. Luckily he had a show to perform, that would definitely help him get out his frustrations.

Notes

So this weekend was a bit crazy, but I'm going to post another chapter tonight I believe.
What do you think? Do you smell a love triangle brewing?? Hehehe.