They Don't Know About Us

14 year old Elle was a normal freshman in high school. She always dreamed of the day she would meet Mr. right. Who would've known A curly haired, green eyed, British boy could steal her heart in an old stairwell. But can they take everyone's disapproval.

Btw i love the song my book is named after its so relatable. Hope you enjoy! Oh and express your opinion this only my 3rd fanfic so i might not make sense most of the time.

~This story is completely finished~


25. We are never ever ever getting back together

Harry's P.O.V~

It's been 2 weeks since Elle left, and we had the X-factor special, and surprisingly we haven't texted or called, even to see if we're alright. As much as i wanted to talk to her again i knew both of us need time, but it doesn't help that Simon is making me fake a relationship with Taylor Swift. Don't get me wrong she's not a bad person, i would just rather be with Elle.

So, now i'm sitting in milkshake listening to Taylor go on, and on, and on about her new album. "Babe, what do you think?" She nudged my arm trying to get my attention. "Oh, well that's... what did you say?" Groaning she rolled her eyes and grabbed her purse. "I swear you never listen, your the worst boyfriend ever. How could Elle put up with you!" She yelled then stormed out of the place. Sighing i grabbed her coat she left and slowly walked in the direction she went.

Not even a second later i found her sitting on a bench, texting someone. "Here, you left it." I handed her the coat. She snatched it from me then placed it on her shoulders. "Hey, don't be angry with me. It's not my fault i got sucked into this mess." The words slipped out of my mouth. Hearing that she sprang up. "This mess? You should be grateful, you get to date a goddess like me. We are perfect for each other, plus you'll get good press from this, but if you back out i'm not sure you'll make it out without a #1 hit song about how your such a douche. Think about how much hate you'll get, you need me!"

I clenched my fists fighting the urge to hit her. "You call me the douche when your over here telling me how much better than you are than me. Check your self Taylor Bitch! Honestly, i'm done with this, you are not even close to perfect for me. The girl who won my heart is half way across the world, dealing with losing a baby, and maybe as heartbroken as me. Speaking of her i should be next to her not here listening to your bullshit. So, yes i'm am grateful for finding out who the real you is, and if you excuse me i have a tour to get ready for. Also, write a song about me and watch as my fans tear you apart for trying to mess with me. You can go back to America now, cause we-e-e-e are never ever ever getting back together.

With that off my chest i twirled around and walked towards my flat not even looking back to see her face. 


15 minutes later i opened my door to my flat. Instantly my phone started to ring. 'Took them long enough.' I thought as i answered the call from Simon. "Harry, what you said to Taylor is unacceptable and i expect you two to work things out." I let him rant some more, then told him what needs to be said. "Simon, i don't care how hard you try i'm never speaking to Taylor again, i want to focus on the tour and move on without all this fakeness." There was a long pause. "Alright i'll talk to her manager. By the way we leave for tour next month, our first show is in Dallas.

Dallas? Elle lives right by there, maybe i can get her back after all. With these thoughts i hung up the phone and started to master a plan to at least see Elle one more time. 

Elle's P.O.V.~

Its been 2 weeks since i had my suicidal attempt. I'm doing much better, therapy and my family have really been helping me. Sometimes i think of Harry, but i try not to because i know he's moved on from our outburst of love. My doctors say even if i didn't lose the baby, there would be a lot of complications with child birth. In a way it was a miracle, but i still think of it as my baby is gone. 

Oh no... my depression is coming on again. Grabbing the pillow beside me i screamed and cried into it, hearing me my mom busted through my door. "Honey, it's alright. What's wrong?" She asked calmly while patting my back. "Sorry, it's just the baby... it's too hard to think about." My mom shook her head understanding then cuddled me in her arms. 

"Mom, do you know what heartbreak feels like?" She nodded and stroked my hair. "Yes, the first time my heart was broken was when this guy, Eric, asked me out in sixth grade. I said yes, of course i really liked him, but i caught him kissing Melody Jones. She was my mortal enemy, so i put gum in her hair. I laugh now but then it was heartbreaking." We both busted into laughter and i hugged my mom. "You had a great childhood." 

We sat and talked for another 30 minutes then she left to go make cookies. After she was gone i pulled out my phone and checked Instagram. Okay, i admit, i am following One Direction fan pages, just to keep caught up with the boys. I scrolled through my news feed then froze on one picture. 

It was a picture of Taylor leaving milkshake city looking mad, and Harry grumpily following her. The caption below was "Yay! Haylor might be going down hill. Thank goodness, i hate them together. I'd much rather see Harry with Elle, even though he claims to have never met her before, I've studied their hoodie pictures and they were definitely in love." Below that were hundreds of comments saying that they agreed and said i was much prettier than Taylor Swift. 

Tears filled my eyes as i read each comment. Taking the risk i commented on it as well. "It was love too, until it was ruined by society, but life goes on." After posting that, instantly i got feedback from people saying. "Omg, its Elle!!" "It is true!" "Your my favorite pick for Harry, if i can't have him." I smiled then clicked off my phone ready for a nap. 

~Author Note sorry for the short chapter and not updating for a while, i've had writers block and a busy schedule but i hope you enjoy this chapter and whatcha think about the Haylor fight, and instagram thing? I thought it'd be a nice touch, well stay tuned because i'm not done with this story yet. So, comment/favorite/ like okay imma get ready for bed now. Faire-well Beauties~


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