~Harry's POV~
The guys and I were up early this morning at the studio recording for our new album, and we were currently on break. I hadn't eaten breakfast this morning so I went over to the break room in search of something to eat.
I couldn't stop thinking about Jazz since that night. We talked and laughed so much I didn't want to get out of the truck when we pulled up to the hotel.We exchanged numbers and I promised to call her so that we could get together again. I did, and we've been seeing each other for a few months now, but we weren't dating yet.
Turns out Niall met a girl named Clara a few months back, and Jazz and Clara were best friends. So the guys and I have been hanging out with them lately, and I haven't seen Taylor anywhere since.
I met all of her friends and she met all the lads, and she's even come to one of my recordings a while back. I met Drake, Zachary, and Jade a few weeks ago, and they all seemed pretty cool, I just hoped Taylor wouldn't return into the picture.
At this point I believe that I'm on the right track with Jazz, and if things kept going this well, she'll be mine. That's all I've ever wanted from the very beginning. She became my world within a few months, you don't see that everyday.
I thought about Jazz every minute of everyday, and I hope she felt the same way. My mind was off somewhere, and I liked where it was headed.
I walked into a room with a table in the middle full of snacks and things to eat, and gosh I was DEFINITELY hungry. I started stuffing my mouth with anything I could get my hands on.
I heard someone enter the room, but I was too busy eating to even turn around and see whoever it was. I could tell that it was a girl though because I could hear the clicks from down the hall. It was when the clicks stopped that I actually turned around.
"Well if it isn't the famous HARRY STYLES?" She yelled over the music that was playing awfully loud in the next room, someone had to be recording.
Well, that was unexpected I thought as I spit out my mouth full of food, anger boiling over me.
"Um, yeah." I replied bending down to meet her hard stare. She was here to torment me some more, but I was on a mission to make her life as bad as she left mine.
"You just can't seem to stop running into people huh?" She asked looking me in the eye.
"I tend to attract idiot blondes," I said pleased with my comeback. "with horrid bangs. Tell me, did a blind mouse cut your hair?" I asked once again pleased.
"As if, I'm only here because I had a recording session with Jerry." She said over the music.
"So you can ask him out too, and write a song about you guy's relationship?" I asked, knowing I'd hit her weak spot.
"Oh, you did not just go there." She said poking my chest.
"Why do you keep stalking me Taylor? Haven't you embarrassed me enough?" I asked an annoyed look taking over.
"Because, you are an idiot asshole who doesn't give a crap about anyone else." She said her face hardening into cold hatred.
"I'm glad you know how to describe yourself." I said my smirk still in place.
"Whatever Harry, you're just mad because-," she started but I beat her to it.
"You broke me! You're the reason I've changed, and it's not because you left. You mocked me on NATIONAL television!" I yelled, still angry.
"How would you feel if someone did that to you? I asked drawing in a breath, I wasn't finished yet.
"And I'm the one who doesn't care about anyone else? Come on! Really?" The last bit of my sentence was a little shaky, but I managed.
