Tay.

"Let it rain cheeseballs!" I said. I held the packet over my head and poured them into the bowl, most of them going on the floor or the counter. Oreo came along to clean them up though.

"And here we have Tay, the queen of messes," Liam laughed, taking a hand-full of cheeseballs from the bowl.

I giggled as I began munching away too. After a few more of the spicy crisps, Harry entered the kitchen, smiling at Liam and I. "We have an interview today and the interviewer wants you to be in it as well."

"Why me?" I said, with a mouth full of food.

"Maybe because you told everyone we kidnapped you." Zayn shrugged as he came from the bathroom, surprising me.

"Where did you come from?" I asked, turning to him, confused.

"Bradford." He smiled. 

"Ah," I said, nodding and laughing and going back to my cheeseballs. Harry sat across from me and started to eat them as well. "Go get dressed in something fancy."

"I don't own fancy clothes Harry. Just... boyish clothes." It's true. I became a massive tomboy whilst living with the boys.

"I mean, wear your clothes. I like your style," Harry said.

I smiled as I got up and headed to the spare room to get my suitcase. I wore one of Harry's tee's which was really big on me, also putting on my combat boots and a beanie with long black socks that go just above my knee's, letting my hair fall straight down my back.

I went into the bathroom and washed my face, hands, then brushed my teeth. I applied some make-up and I was done and ready to go.

I skipped back into the kitchen area to see the boys waiting for me. I smiled at them as we headed out the door.

"You have to stay away from Harry so Simon and the fans don't notice anything. You have to sit away from him during the interview as well," Niall stated. I nodded as we headed into the building, understanding my instructions.

I was allowed to talk to Harry a little bit while we were waiting to go in, but not a lot. The screaming fans were outside and they could see us waiting, sitting around on a couch in the waiting room.

The boys were sat on a couch. I sat on the floor at Zayn's feet, playing on my phone. I turned my head to the glass door where all the fans were upon hearing them scream my name. There was a fan right there, against the window, holding a sign that read, 'Tay=Harry's Lil Slut' In big black writing. I sighed, shaking my head.

I got up and walked over to the door, all the fans screaming louder the closer I got. I opened the window next to the door and stuck my head out. The girl with the sign looked at me. "Get Harry."

"No, I will not get Harry! Put down that sign! I'm not dating Harry and I'm not a slut!" I shouted over the screams.

"I see the way you look at him," another girl said, pushing the girl with the sign. "I think you're cute together. You should date again. I ship it so hard!"

"As much as I love that idea," I started, "I'd rather not keep being called a slut."

"Oh my God, you whore! You just admitted to liking Harry. What a slut!" the girl with the sign said.

Slowly becoming more and more angry, I climbed up on a chair and began trying to climb out the window. Before I could, my hips were grabbed. The girls were screaming meaning it was probably one of the boys. 

I was carried back over to Harry, Louis, Zayn and Niall--meaning Liam was holding me--and sat at Zayn's feet once again, crossing my arms and huffing.

"You alright, love?" Louis asked. I nodded.

****

The boys sat on the couch in the interview room. Once again, I sat on the ground, But this time in front of Niall.

"So, Tay, you're not related to Louis?" the interviewer asked.

"No, I'm not." I shook my head.

"And the boys kidnapped you?" he asked again.

"Well... kind of. The police were involved and papers were signed but at the start it was them grabbing me," I laughed jokingly, causing the interviewer to laugh too.

"Okay, and you and Harry are dating?" he asked, pointing his finger at the two of us.

I could hear Harry shifting in his seat, probably uncomfortable. I hesitated before answering. "No... we're not," I lied, shaking my head.

He asked a few more questions that I didn't pay much attention to before the interview was over.

At The Concert.

"This is dedicated to a very special person in my life," Harry said. He put his head down but kept his gaze on me. "All of you don't realize how important this person is. I wish you could, but you don't."

They began singing.

"Baby I, I wanna know,
What you think when you're alone,
Is it me? Yeah.

Are you thinking of me? Yeah, Oh.
We've been friends now for a while,
Wanna know that when you smile,
Is it me? Yeah.
Are you thinking of me? Yeah. Oh, Oh," Liam sang, his angelic voice putting a smile on my face as I watched Harry stare backstage at me the entire time.

"Girl, what would you do,
Would you wanna stay?
If I were to say..." Harry sang, watching me.

"I wanna be last, yeah,

Baby let me be your,
Let me be your last first kiss,
I wanna be first, yeah
Wanna be the first to take it all the way like this,
And if you only knew,
I wanna be last yeah,
Baby let me be your last... Your last first kiss," they all sang, stepping forward and backwards.

"Baby tell me what to change,
I'm afraid you'll run away,
If I tell you what I've wanted to tell you, yeah..." Niall sang.

"Maybe I just gotta wait,

Maybe this is a mistake,
I'm a fool yeah,
Baby I'm just a fool yeah, oh, oh," Louis sang, smiling at me.

"Girl, what would you do,
Would you wanna stay?
If I were to say..." Zayn sang.

"I wanna be last, yeah,
Baby let me be your,
Let me be your last first kiss,

I wanna be first, yeah
Wanna be the first to take it all the way like this,
And if you only knew,

I wanna be last yeah,
Baby let me be your last,
Your last first kiss," they all sang perfectly in sync, dancing around the stage.

"Girl what would you do?
Would you wanna stay?

If I were to say," Liam sang.

"Your last first kiss!" Harry sang into the mic, watching me completely and obviously.

"I wanna be last, yeah,
Baby let me be your,

Let me be your last first kiss,

I wanna be first, yeah
Wanna be the first to take it all the way like this,
And if you only knew,
I wanna be last yeah,
Baby let me be your last... Your last first kiss.
I wanna be last, yeah,
Baby let me be your last... Your last first kiss
Ooh, I wanna be last, yeah,
Baby let me be your last... Your last first kiss," they all sang, finishing.

I inhaled a deep breath as I walked out on stage. I held the mic tightly between my sweating fingers. I walked over to the boys and stood between Harry and Liam. We wrapped our arms around each other, but me and Harry held hands instead. I took my arm from behind Liam and held the mic to my mouth.

"I'm just going to get right to it. Age is a number, maturity is a choice. Me and Harry are going to get killed for this but... here it goes. Tarry is.... real." The crowd began screaming really loud.

"But I'm happy and Tay is happy. Please guys, if you send her hate, it hurts me as well. Promise me you'll be nice to her?" Harry said.

The crowd was screaming again. I felt so happy right now. So loved. 

The concert ended and the lights died down. We all walked off stage, and there was Simon.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" Simon yelled, causing me to flinch back behind Harry.

"You want what best for the studio, right?" Harry asked. Simon nodded. "Me being all sad and gloomy the whole time won't be good, will it?" Simon shook his head. "Then let me be Goddamn happy." Harry grabbed my hand.

He groaned. Simon knew at this point that this was a fight that he wasn't going to win. He eyed me up and down, and then Harry before sighing, groaning and throwing his hands in the air. "Fine!"

Me and Harry screamed. He picked me up and spun me around. He kissed me lightly on the lips. "You're mine," he whispered.

"Forever," I whispered back.