Wonderland (Taylor Swift + Harry Styles +Jake Gyllenhaal + Connor Kennedy)

You never loved me, or her, or anyone

Harry took a deep breath before knocking on her apartment door. He didn't really know where he and Taylor stood but coffee couldn't hurt. Right?
"Shit. I'll get it." Harry's ears pricked up as he heard the sound of a man's voice inside. It was definitely an american accent but he couldn't pin point who's. Connor again? She hadn't seemed too into him before though.
His face was practically pressed against the door when it swung open. Harry jumped back,startled.
Subconsciously, his unoccupied hand curled into a fist as he recognised who it was.
"Oh hey." The guy said tiredly, as if he'd just woken up. Had he slept here.
"The fuck are you doing here?" Harry spat through gritted teeth.
Jake laughed at him and he couldn't help but notice the arrogance in his tone.
"Could say the same for you. Dude who are you?"
Harry eyed him down. His shirt was all wrinkled as if it had been slept in and he wore nothing else but boxers. They were blue Calvin Klein's. Harry had them. Something about him and Jake sharing something in common made him sick.
And then he saw her emerge from behind him. That's what really made him sick. Her blonde hair was all scruffy from sleeping and most likely from having hand's run through it. Jake's hands. Her makeup was still on from last night and she stood in a oversized striped shirt too big to be hers. Though it did show off those legs  it was Jake's shirt. And he couldn't handle that.

"Harry- I" She stepped closer to the door but Jake's large body blocked her's. Harry noticed her shy away from the actor in fear of angering him. Even just the thought of what he might've done to her made his blood boil.
Harry gripped the coffee holder in his left hand and launched the other at Jake's perfect face. He went stumbling to the ground and Taylor followed after him. Checking to see if he was okay. It was painful to see her show any sign of affection for him. Why did she care? It's not like he cared about her?
"Harry! What the hell?' Taylor shouted at him from the floor.
"Don't you dare touch her! You hear me?" He said, shaking off the blood from his fist. "Don't you FUCKING touch her!"
"Harry!" Taylor exclaimed, getting up from the floor to stop him. He couldn't help but shiver as she grabbed his arms. He missed the touch of her skin. Her big blue eyes looked up at his and he just wanted to melt into her arms. She was so fucking beautiful. Why did she put up with guys like this?
"I think you should go." She said slowly.
It wasn't the first time she'd told him that. He flashed back to that first time at her apartment flinging cookie dough at eachother. He winced slightly at the memory. But this time was more painful. Over those past couple of months Harry had felt that he'd grown close to Taylor: He wanted to help her, To protect her, but she was with Jake again and that felt like he'd lost her completely.
"But I-" He started to argue but she gripped his hand before her could finish.
"Please." She whispered desperately and he could almost here fear in her voice.
Olivia meowed from behind Taylor and then proceeded to rub up against her legs. Harry glanced down at Olivia, the cat he'd bought for Taylor, and then back up at her. She did the same and opened her mouth to say something but before any words came out she closed it again. Harry thought he saw tears swell up in her eyes but decided not to notice.
"I brought you coffee." He spat, shoving the two cups into her chest before giving Jake one last dirty look and slamming the door behind him.
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Taylor lay on her bed, covering her face with her hands.Why the fuck did that have to happen?
"Go away." She moaned as Olivia meowed behind her. She didn't want to be reminded of anything to do with Harry. Thinking back now he'd been so sweet when she'd needed it most and after she'd been such a bitch to him. And now she'd gone ahead and ruined it all over again.
Sniffling a little, Taylor reaches for the now cold coffee still sitting on her nightstand.
"Your not actually going to drink that right?"
Her hands froze as she heard Jake emerge from the bathroom.
"I just spent about 20 minutes trying to feel clean again, washing my own blood off me, after this dude comes in and fucking attacks me."
"Yeah, you know I'm sorry about that." Taylor sighed, reaching her hand out to try and get him to sit beside her.  He did so and took the coffee from her hands.
"This shit is really bad for you anyway." 
"What-Starbucks?" Taylor refused to believe anything was wrong with coffee.
"Yeah. The chemicals they put in it anyway. What flavour is this?" He said judgingly, furrowing his eyebrows at her.
"Roasted white chocolate latte. My favourite." She said defensively, shifting away from him slightly.
"So you two know each others favourites then?" Why did he have to sound so suggestive.
"I don't understand why you're getting so mad about it it's literally just a coffee."
"Mad? Who said I was getting mad?"
He showed his teeth in an unnerving smile.
"No one just- forget about it."
Taylor brushed it off and attempted a grab at her coffee but he pulled it away.
"Hey!" She exclaimed, her voice breaking slightly as she said it.
"It makes you fat."
"I'll take the extra weight."
Taylor lunged for it once more but he used her other hand to stop her. She was startled by the strength he had in just one hand.
"I don't think you can really afford it?"
"Excuse me-" she scoffed but he cut her off before she could finish.
"Is that why you started wearing heels again? To make your legs seem longer to hide the weight?"
Taylor couldn't believe what he was saying. He'd only been back for one night and was already putting her down. She though about everything she'd changed for him.
"No." She argued, standing up from the bed.
"It's because I don't have a shitty boyfriend anymore who made me wear flats so he'd feel less insecure."
"Woah-ho there." Jake eased as he stood up to match her.
"Relax a little."
He took her hand in his and began to plant small kisses on her neck.
"Jake I don't want to do this right now." She said shrugging him off.
"What now?" He grunted.
"You literally just called me fat I don't want to sleep with you."
Jake steppes away from her laughing and fan his fingers through his hair.
"And here we go again!"
"What does that mean?" Taylor snapped. These kind of fights felt all too familiar.
"You making up shit in ur head and painting me as the bad guy." He rose both eyebrows as he said it which made her even more made for some reason she couldn't explain.
"I don't need to paint you as anything. It's not my fault you come across as an asshole!" She retorted, starting to raise her voice.
"Oh yeah! It's interesting then that I only come across that way to you." He took a step closer to her as he said it.
"Well I don't know? Do you go around cheating on everyone else?"
" For FUCKS SAKE with THIS again!" He shouted throwing his arms into the air.
"Are you EVER going to let that go?"
"Oh I did! Remember? The 1st and 2nd time? My bad though I'll should just let it slide again!"
"Fuck this." He mumbled before starting to pick up his stuff from the floor.
"Oh of course. You're leaving."
Jake halted before he reached the door.
"Jesus Taylor."
He turned back to face her.
"I really don't see why you care so much? It wasn't like I was in love with you or something!"
Taylor wanted to say something but she couldn't. She felt as though she'd been thrown into her worst nightmare.
"You were this hot girl who was good for publicity so I went for it. I didn't except you to get all obsessed with me! So what I cheated? It didn't mean anything. None of it ever meant anything."
"I-" She began but no words would form.
"So I never meant anything to you?"
"For fucks sake Taylor. Of course you meant something to me at one point but things change. It was really good until you got all weird about sleeping with me. Yeah, you were a virgin before. I get it. Doesn't mean I owe you anything."
He stopped and stared at her, breathing heavily.
"Get out."
"Oh come on-" He grabbed her arm and she flinched.
"Please! Just- get out."
Jake stood still for a moment debating what to do before letting go of her arm agressively and picking up his clothes from the floor again.
"Fucking crazy"
That was it. She couldn't take it anymore.
"I'M NOT CRAZY! I WAS NEVER CRAZY!"
He stumbled back, alarmed.
"YOU cheated!YOU hit me!YOU were the liar!All I ever did was try to love you."
Taylor desperately tried to keep the tears back but even just being with him made it hard. He made everything so hard.
Jake stood there staring at her for what felt like years. She looked deep into his eyes and allowed herself to get lost in them. Something told her it was the last time she'd ever do it.
There were some tints of blue and grey hidden beneath the green that she hadn't notice before. She could've continued that stare forever but ,without saying anything, he broke it and looked down at the ground.
He then turned towards the door and opened it slowly. Before closing it behind him, he looked back and met her gaze once more. This time it was Taylor who broke it. She turned her head away so that she would have to see the door close behind her.