"Are you dating?"

"Harry! Taylor! Can we get a comment?" 

"Are you two a couple? Did you spend the night together?"

"Harry! Taylor! Is Haylor real?"

"BAHHH!" Taylor wailed when she tripped over her ballet flat. Harry gasped loudly before he caught her. She clenched onto his muscles, which made the paparazzis coo and comment on how adorable they were. "Hey, Mick. Let us in please?" Harry chuckled. Mick winced. He was the coolest bouncer at that particular club in NYC but....his face looked awkward. "I can't, man. Not until your dude arrives."

"Paul? Wut."

"I gotta wait, man." he sighed, "I'm sorry....I can get ya' away from these paps though."

"That would be great." Harry took Taylor hand and dragged her around the corner to the private pub, "There ya' go, man! Have fun!" Mick waved as he hurried back to the door.

"I think I just broke my foot." Taylor sighed while climbing onto a barstool. She placed her black-sequined clutch upon the table and glared at Harry, "What?"

"Are you okay?" he grinned. 

"Yes. I am fine. Thank you." she smiled as she took out her lipgloss and re-applied. Harry looked around then checked his watch, "The lads are probably already in there. I wonder where Paul is?"

Taylor shrugged as she snapped her clutch shut, "We should have gone to Nashville." she laughed.

"Right. I have nothing in Nashville. Isn't it all country music?"

"Hey....you have me in Nashville." she winked then felt a bright flash, "Ow!" she shrieked.

"Can you cool it down?!" Harry demanded from the paps outside the window then turned to her again, "Sorry about them. I wonder who they're following....you or me?"

"Probably me." Taylor beamed then checked her cell phone messages, "Oooo, my brother text me....he said 'Hey, I see you on the news with Barry'.....I don't think he knows your name!" she burst out laughing.

"Ah, how convinent." Harry grinned once more then ordered a beer, "You want something?"

"No. Someone needs to be able to steer traffic through the paps." 

"Well, you wanna dance at least?"

"I would murder you on the dance floor!"

"We'll see about that." Harry grabbed her and pulled her close as he lead her out into the mass of people. Taylor laughed loudly and spun around with his help. He pulled her close to his tee shirt and hugged her, "So....I came back." he smiled into her face.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded, "You came back."

His eyes were sparkling. He leaned in and kissed her lips and did not bother pulling away when he felt the flash nearly blind his eyes. He had his perfect girl, in an imperfect world. 

Linkin Park was playing.

People were dancing crazy.

The club reeked of beer and alcohol.

But it was a perfect kiss.

"Ugh, Paul! Finally!" Harry groaned while tugging Taylor along the damp sidewalks of New York City. "Sorry I'm late, Harry! Traffic!"

"Right, right." Harry sighed then pulled Taylor inside the party. "Finally here." he smiled at her. She smiled back, "So should we find the boys?"

"I think....we should go make out for a while."

"I think we should find the boys." she grinned then sauntered off. 

"Ha, coming, babe!" Harry jogged after her. The place was private and celebrity-filled so there would be no paps inside. Taylor and Harry enjoyed a couple drinks by the stage while listening to some cheesy karaoke by wannabes. 

"So....you staying at mine tonight?" Taylor asked.

Nodding, Harry put his drink down, "I have my bag in Paul's car."

"Great! I have a movie we can watch."

"Which is what? A cat horror flick?"

"Hey, Meredith loved you!"

"No, she did not." Harry chuckled.

"Actually, the movie is Bride Wars. I love it!"

"I haven't seen it."

"Then do some googling because I want you to be aware of what we are watching."

"Hello, Miss Swift!" a voice rang out. Taylor whirled around, seeing Tom from The Wanted.

"Hey!" she waved.

"May I have this dance?"

Harry clenched his jaw, "She's with me. How about you step back?"

"Harreh, it's fine." Taylor warmly smiled at him then stood up. She smiled into Tom's eyes then walked past him to the bar. 

Grinning, Harry started to follow her, until Tom stopped him, "Back off her, man."

"Why?" Harry winced, "You plan on fighting me? I'll go right now."

"I don't want no brawl, Styles. Just saying....I was into her first."

"Doesn't matter." Harry whispered then stepped by. He noticed Paul was staring at him from the table he was sitting at with Liam. Harry ignored their stares and hurried over to Taylor who was chatting with Nikki Minaj. 

"I'm a huge barb!" Taylor giggled and clapped her hands like a little kid. Harry smiled and wrapped his arm around her, "Hey, Nikki."

"Harreh! Baby, how is you?!"

"Perf!" he kissed Taylor's temple, making Nikki coo with adornation.

"Hey, did you settle the spat with Tom?" Taylor asked while sipping her Shirley Temple. 

"Yes....and there wasn't a spat."

"Are you sure about that? Nikki, Tom claims to have liked me before Harry."

"Does he think it's a race?" Nikki remarked.

"Ha, I bet! So pathetic right?"

"Mhmm. Agreed, baby. Gotta go find Gaga!"

"See ya!" Taylor waved then pecked Harry upon the lips. 

"You wanna get outta here?" Harry asked while holding onto her hips--something similiar to what Conor Kennedy would do....wow.

Shrugging, Taylor leaned back against the bar, "I'm having fun. My girls are here."

"And so are my boys but I'm annoyed."

"No, you're pissed because of Tom. You and the boys are going to have to settle that rivalry. Hey, write a song!" she teased, giving Harry a playful grin. He kissed her forehead and sighed, "We are trying. It's just something that can't be explained ya' know?"

"I have been there." Taylor nodded then leaned against Harry's tee shirt, "I bet Paul wonders if he should step in."

"He wonders that 99% of the time."

Harry and Taylor danced some more while Liam and Zayn performed a Backstreet Boys ballad. Giggling, Taylor wrapped her arms around Harry, "They are so good!"

"And corny!" Harry called out, which made Zayn flip him off. Harry did the same until Taylor smacked his hand away, "Manners." she winked then pulled away. She was such a tease....but Harry greatly enjoyed that. He followed her back over to the bar where she was snacking on some peanuts, "You know, I think Liam and Dani are a perfect couple and oh my gosh....Eleanor and Lou make my heart melt! Ah, and how can I forget Zayn and Perrie? Poor Niall....he needs someone." she laughed. Harry was staring at her, "How come you never talk about your personal life?"

"Because it gets twisted into something it isn't."

"So....what if I talked about it? I'm proud to say you're my girlfriend now."

"And I'm proud as well. Just remember, I have the power to write songs."

"Ha, I know that....but come on....'Come Back, Be Here'....."

"Isn't about you! I swear!" she stomped. 

"Then who?" he teased.

"Joe." she grumbled.

"Who?"

"Joe Jonas." she sighed, "And you're the only one who can know that."

"What did Joe have that I don't?"

"Nothing." she blushed then turned back to the stage, "We should get up there and sing something corny like Sonny and Cher."

"Aaaa....no." Harry leaned back, "My throat hurts a bit."

"Aw! Baby, I'll make you some tea tonight at the hotel!"

"Really? Will you massage my shoulders?"

"Sure....if you get me a Niall tee shirt."

"What?! You are dating the fabulous Harry Styles of One Direction and you want a Niall shirt? Not saying Niall isn't fabulous, but I think you're cheating a bit."

She shrugged then nuzzeled noses with him, filling their surroundings with laughter. 

"So....you two are an item now huh?" Liam grinned while standing with Danielle. Harry held up his and Taylor's interlocked fingers, "Yep." he proudly said.

"He's wanted you since the Kids Choice Awards."

"I'm gonna kill you, Liam."

"Haha! No, Harry! It's adorable!" Taylor laughed, "I love that."

"Yeah?" Harry blushed then heard Paul calling for him. "I'll be right back." he told her as he walked over to Paul, "Yes?"

"The car is going to pull around to pick you and Taylor up. There are a ton of paps out there....be careful and stay close to her because they're going to charge at you."

"Where's security?"

"They had some bad shrimp."

"Bad shrimp?!" Harry wailed then sighed, "No problem." 

"What if they trample us?" Taylor hissed while waiting for the suburban inside the lobby of the club. Harry draped his leather jacket around her, "They won't."

"What if they do?"

He smiled, "I'll protect you."

Taylor took his hand before seeing a camera snap, "I don't care who sees." she whispered.

Once the suburban pulled up, Harry wrapped his arm around Taylor's waist, and pulled her along to the vehicle. They got surrounded by paps on the way out though with cameras flashing in their faces. "Back off!" Harry shouted.

"Are you two official?!"

"Taylor, comment?!"

"Harry! Harry, can we ask some questions?!"

"Move!" Harry growled to one, shoving him out of the way. He tightened his grip on Taylor, hurrying her through the rain. She turned around, seeing paps filming them. She looked at Harry then climbed into the suburban. He jumped in, slammed the door, and ordered the driver to go.

"Ooooh, it's raining." Taylor sighed while she neatly folded up Harry's jacket. She placed it in the seat beside of her and clasped her hands upon her lap. She saw he was angry. He was doing that thing when he stared out the window and chewed on his knuckles. "Wanna bake cookies when we get to Nashville?" she asked. 

Still angry from the paps, Harry sat down in the corner of the hotel room with a beer in his hand. Taylor was lying on the bed and staring up at the ceiling, "So what do you want to do now? I think there are some board games here."

"I hate paps." 

"Can't we just enjoy the night without worrying about paps?" 

"No, because I am sure they are standing outside the door."

"Um, I don't think so. There is security."

"I'm sorry, Taylor. I don't wanna be bitter but I'm just ticked off right now."

"It's fine....wanna write a song about them?"

Chuckling, Harry grinned at her, "Does that really help?"

"Yes. It does." she smiled then sat up, "I'll make you some tea. Put that stinking beer down."

"Yes, babe." Harry arched his brow and watched her walk to to the kitchenette. 

"Stop looking!" 

"Ah, I got an American girl....I like the view." Harry laughed, realizing he was a bit hungover. 

"Teaaaaa, teaaaaa, teaaaaa." Taylor sang while she stirred.

Harry leaned forward, "Taylor?"

"Yes?" she turned and looked at him.

"Will you come back to London with me? You could be a guest at our Jingle Ball. I was a guest at yours."

"Well, I don't know what my agenda is like....and then there's Meredith. What will I do with her?"

"She can come with us. My mum will watch after her."

"But your mum has a cat and I don't think Meredith is ready to have children yet."

Harry laughed loudly, "Taylor, come on! You're making up excuses, baby."

Baby. Taylor loved when he called her that. She smiled at him, "I'll think about it."