Taylor's POV:

I was eating my breakfast when my assistant said,

"Taylor, come look" I walked over to her and she showed me a picture on her iPad. At first I didn't think much of it, just a couple laughing on the top of a car, kind of cute actually. Then I looked closely, it was Harry and that girl, whatever her name was. My angry rised and I screamed,

"HOW COULD SHE DO THAT? THAT BITCH. I EVEN WARNED HER. I WARNED HER TO STAY AWAY. BUT OF COURSE SHE DIDN'T"

Then my assistant said,

"Im so sorry Ms. Swift, we can find another famous guy who could boost up your image."

"No. I'm getting him back. Whatever it takes." I stormed out of the house Harry gave me. I jumped in my limo.

"Take me to Harry's house. Now. And call the Paparazzi."

Harry's POV:

The sound of banging on the door woke me up from my deep sleep. I immediately thought of last night. I smiled. Another bang on the door, and I was walking down the stairs. I walked to the door and opened it. There Taylor Swift stood with a sweet smile on her face and the paparazzi behind her.

"Hi Sweetie! I brought you a blueberry muffin, your favorite!" She said handing me a muffin in a fake voice.

"Oh thanks but I don't like--" She interrupted me by slamming her lips into mine. She kissed me for what seemed like a very long time. I could her camera's flashing. She finally stopped by pulling away.

"Oops I forgot the door was still open. She took my hand closing the door slightly while leading me to the bedroom making sure the paparazzi could see. She opened the door and walking in closing it after her. She pushed me to the bed and she unbuttoned her coat revealing nothing under it.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" I said turning away. She walk towards me and I got up.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"What? Were a couple, aren't we?"

"Put that back on please" I said.

"Fine" She said sternly.

"Ok can you please tell me what was that?"

"What? Oh I just wanted to make sure the whole world knows how close of a couple we are...and how we are never ever going to break up. Plus I saw you with that stupid girl--"

"Her name is Emily" I said we a cold look on my face.

"Whatever. I just wanted to set things straight. You are my boyfriend and its gonna stay like that."

"You're sick." I turned away

Emily. Oh no. The paparazzi will post those pictures everywhere. I need to go talk to her, I need to explain.

Notes

Hey guys!

So sorry it took me forever to update!! :( I have so much school work! But I have a snow day today so I had time!

Tell me if you liked it! I am making Taylor Swift seem so scary! This is total fiction and I have nothing against her! :)

XOXO
Anna