TREACHEROUS (Taylor Swift + Harry styles + Joe Alwyn)

Just take me home

HARRY POV:

Harry opened his eyes to see a blond girl watching the TV. He'd been dying to get out of his apartment ever since he'd gotten back from the hospital last week but everyone insisted he had to rest. At first he thought he was just imagining Taylor again but as she turned around he realised it was Camille. She must've gotten back from Paris early.

Camille: How are you feeling?
Harry: Fine.
She dropped her purse onto his bed and sat beside him.
Camille: So are you going to tell me what happened?
She asked, running a finger down a scar on his cheek.
Harry: I was going over to Taylor's.
He paused as her eyebrow raised.
Harry: To write our song. And I heard screaming coming from inside.
Camille raised a hand to cover her mouth.
Harry: I didn't know what to do so I broke in and- and when I got there she was-
He took a moment to swallow and gather himself.
Harry: She was on the floor, with her pants down, and her boyfriend was on top of her. Hitting her. And there was broken glass everywhere.
Camille: Oh my gosh babe.
Harry: I tried to get him off her and we got into a fight. Eventually she managed to stab him with one of the broken pieces of glass and I picked her up and ran.
He was about to go on when he noticed Camille was on the verge of tears. Harry lifted her chin up to face him.
Harry: Hey. What's wrong?
Camille: You really like this girl. Don't you?
Harry opened his mouth but nothing came out.
He didn't have it in him to lie anymore.
Camille: Did you ever love me the way you love her?
Her voice was shaking and tears were now falling onto the bedsheets.
Harry: I-
Camille: It's okay.
She whispered, wiping the tears away.
Camille: I get it.
She planted a soft kiss on his cheek and then got up from the bed.
Camille: It's always been her.
She smiled sadly and walked away. Out of his apartment door and probably out of his life.
Harry squirmed with guilt. She hadn't  deserved that.

TAYLOR POV:

Andrea: Taylor are you sure about this.
Her mother checked, fluffing up her hair as she was about to go on stage.
Taylor: How many times am I going to tell you. They are the people who keep me moving.
She said, gesturing towards the sound of the crowd screaming.

She stepped onto the lowered platform and it lifted her onto the stage.
Taylor: Well Hello New York!
It felt great to hear the crowd screaming like that again. This was where she belonged.
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Two songs in and she was really started to have doubts. Her bones ached and her lungs were burning. It had only been a month since the accident but she'd insisted on performing. Taylor had never cancelled a show in her entire career. A couple broken ribs wasn't going to change that.
Taylor: So now, If it's okay with you, I was thinking we could take a trip down memory lane for a bit?
She smiled mischievously at the crowd as the intro to love story started playing.
She turned back towards the stage as it started to change colour to suit the song, wincing and taking those couple seconds as time to shake off the pain.
Taylor: Just shake it off Taylor.
She joked to herself under her breath.
She was half way through I Knew You Were Trouble when it became unbearable. Her breaths were getting shallower with each note she sung. Her ribs burned and throbbed.
She stopped singing and bent down, pressing her hands into her thighs to try and gather herself.
"For fucks same Taylor, suck it up."
She turned back towards the crowd and carried on singing but shot a glance at one of her dancers, Christian. He nodded understandingly and came running towards her. But he couldn't seem to get there fast enough. Her vision began to blur and the stage started to spin. She stopped singing and reached out towards Christian for support but she only managed to brush his hand and collapsed to the floor.
Gasps echoed around the stadium as her body hit the stage.

The music stopped playing and all her dancers rushed to her.
She flailed her weak arms around looking for her microphone. Finally, a security guard pulled her to her feet and someone handed her the mic.
Taylor: S-Sorry guys.
She managed to mutter before being rushed off stage.