Deep In Love

Taylor is an everyday girl living her life until fate brings the charming Harry Styles into her life. Taylor doesnt want anything to do with him but Harry is head over heels for her. How long will it take for Taylor to like him back?


13. The Cold

Harry's POV

Amber dragged me away from Taylor. I was annoyed at this. I was looking around desperately not wanting to leave Taylor's side and trying hard to get out of Amber's grip but she was holding my wrist really tight with some of her nails digging through my skin. She led me up to the dance floor and started dancing. She rolled her eyes when she saw I wasn't dancing with her and pulled me close to her. I moved away clearly showing I wasn't interested but she shoved me even closer to her body and started trying to dirty dance with me. I sighed. This is disgusting. I gently pushed her away from me but before I could start walking away, she grabbed my wrist again not ready to give up. "Harry, dance with me!" She wailed. Her breath smelled like alcohol. "Um, sorry but no thanks. I want to go to Taylor." I say still looking around for where she was. The music and the people made it hard for me to concentrate and look for her. "No! Don't go with that stupid loser girl. Come with me." She said winking at me and licking her lips. 

"Don't call her that! She is not stupid and she is not a loser! She's beautiful!" I say suddenly getting angry not noticing how loud I was. My face became a bit red. Amber raises her eyebrows. "Really? Eh, whatever. Come, let's go get a room." She said and winked again. I rolled my eyes this time. "No thanks. Sorry, Amber. I'm just not interested." I say then walk away before she could stop me again. 

I pushed through the crowd looking for Taylor. I tried calling her name out but the music was too loud. Girls kept on giggling and smiling when they saw me and trying to touch me. I moved away from all of them. My mind was set on finding Taylor. I was confused when people started gasping. A red head girl with freckles, her hair tied up and she was on a wheel chair came up to Amber. I had no idea what was going on and who she was so I didn't pay much attention to her and looked around for Taylor. I spotted her. Her long brown wavy hair and her beautiful facial features that I just can't miss. I was too busy staring and daydreaming of Taylor that I didn't notice her jump in front the red headed girl. I snapped back to reality as I watched Taylor getting carried by a big hairy man. I immediately shoved everyone out of the way desperate to get to Taylor not caring what people would say about me. 

Sweat started running down my neck as I ran out of the house as quickly as I can trying to dodge people. My heart started to race like a drum. What will he do to Taylor? Some people has gathered around the pool. Laughing. Anger boiled inside me. What are they doing standing there not helping her?!?!?!? I ran and ran.When I finally made my way out to the backyard, Taylor was in the swimming pool screaming and trying not to drown. I sprinted and screamed her name "TAYLOR!" I threw my shirt over my head, harshly pushed people and dived in. 

I wrapped my arms around her body tightly and swam to the edge of the pool. I gently set her body down on the soft grass keeping my hand under her head handling it with complete care. I wasn't sure how to do CPR but I did what I usually saw on TV. 30 chest compressions. 2 breaths. I did this for 5 minutes begging to God that she'll live. I can't lose Taylor. I just can't. I breathed a sigh of relief when Taylor started breathing deeply and coughing some water out of her lungs. I patted her back gently."Are you ok?" I asked whispering in her ear giving the people gathered up around us a glare. She nodded. Sara and Leah ran up to me and Taylor with a 2 towels and Sara wrapped her warmly in it and Leah handed mine. I took off my jacket and gave it to her when I noticed she was shivering. She gave me a small smile and murmured "Thank you." 

Taylor's POV

I shivered and sniffed. I fought my tears not to cry and buried my neck in the towel to stop my self shivering. Harry picked me up (bridal style) without asking and carried me out of Amber's house without a word. I looked for Caitlyn but she was no where to be seen. 

The car ride was long and awkward. I could tell that Harry wasn't in the best mood. He was unusually really quiet. He dropped Sara and Leah off at the house and we headed to mine. When we reached my drive way, he opened the car door for me and offered to carry me in. "I have legs, Harry. Don't worry, I can walk." I say colder than I expected. "You want anything before you go home? I can lend you a shirt since it's drenching wet. Something to drink? Coffee? Tea?" I asked quietly. He simply nodded and I invited him inside.

I went to the kitchen and prepared some tea for Harry and me then went to get a spare shirt from my dad's closet then went to change into a dry shirt and shorts then made my way back down. Harry removed his shirt and I couldn't help but stare at his body. His perfectly tanned abs. I lifted my eyes from his body and stared at his eyes. Light green. The colour of grass. The way their green when he's happy but becomes darker when he's angry or frustrated. I didn't notice was staring for too long that Harry had to catch my attention. I then gave him his tea and put his shirt in the washer. 

We sat down on the couch and drank our tea awkwardly. After 5 minutes, Harry put down his tea and cleared his throat. "Why Taylor? Why did you go to that party? Were those people even your friends? Those people treated you like shit. Those people just laughed when you were drowning!!! Why did you go to that stupid party?! You could've drowned or even died if I wasn't there to save you!!!!! How could you be so-" Harry stopped. Tears streamed down my face. I sniffed and covered my face in a pillow. I didn't want anyone to see me like this. Harry must think I'm this kind of loser with no friends and made fun of at school. Well, it is true. I only have 2 friends. The rest of the school hates me. I deserved to die right then and there in that pool. I should've never invited Harry so he WASNT there to save me. Then I would just die there. Like faith planned it to. 

"Hey, hey. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that, Taylor I'm sorry. I'm hurt when I see you cry." Harry says putting his arms around me his expression changing. "No, Harry. You're right. I shouldn't have gone to that party. I just- I thought that- I thought that Amber actually wanted to be friends with me after all these years but then she- she just wanted to get closer to you... I'm sorry,Harry. You're right. I was stupid. I'll never be popular and I'll never have more than 2 people care about me. Other than my parents. I deserved to die in that pool after all. I'm a waste of space. I don't deserve to live. " I mutter like an idiot. Tears exploding out of my eyes. I sound so much like a loser right now. A crybaby. I sniffed and sneezed still shivering from the cold of the pool. I rocked my body back and forth rubbing my hands together trying to keep warm. Harry wrapped his arms around me, instantly making me warm. "No, you're not useless. You have people who care for you. Sara, Leah, your family. Me. I care for you. If I didn't I would've just let you drown. You are beautiful, Taylor. No matter what other people say about you, don't listen to them. You're worth living and you did not deserve to die. I don't care if you're not popular. I will still care for you. No matter what. Don't ever say that you're a waste of space." Harry wiped my tears with his thumb.

I cuddled next to him resting my head on his chest. I felt safe in his arms and didn't want to let go. I yawned. I was exhausted. It didn't take me long to fall into a deep long sleep safe in Harry's arms. 

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