are you my daddy?

who's Livy?

HarryPOV
I see Taylor come back towards me and smile.

"So where are we going?" She says beaming at me, and making my heart flutter.

"Um, well we can go to mine or yours I guess. Not much else is open, and the paps will find us otherwise." I reply. I had recently bought a house near Taylor's in LA, although she was barely ever there.

" Yeah, um, yours is good." She says very quickly, as if going to her house wasn't an option at all....odd.

We head out and get in a car which drops us at my house. I unlock the door and let Taylor go first, turning on the lights as I step in. Taylor starts to wander through the house smiling at the giant paper plane I have painted in the wall and my very tidy kitchen.

" Do you want something to eat or drink?" I ask

"Um, some tea would be great." She replies. I remember exactly how she likes her tea, and smile as I boil the kettle.

Once our drinks are ready I carry them to the living room and Taylor follows.
We sit in silence, sipping our tea until she speaks.

" I'm performing at the VS fashion show in London next month if you're around?! I can get you tickets." She seems unsure of whether inviting me is appropriate.

Taylor singing, probably dressed in an amazing outfit, and a bunch of lingerie models.....

"I'd love to see you perform." I say beaming at her.

TaylorPOV
I just invited Harry to the VS show.... My outfit is basically just lingerie. Wow, that could be embarrassing.....but it's Harry.

As the night wears on we relax a little more. Gradually move closer together until Harry casually slings his arm around my shoulder. I flinch slightly but then relax.

Suddenly my phone rings and I sit up and answer it.
"Hello?" I say

" Hi hunny. Are you going to be back soon? Livy is being a little fussy and I think she might have a cold." I hear my mum say, not realising my phone volume was up so Harry could hear.

"Um",I say looking briefly at Harry," I'll be there soon. Promise."

I hang up the phone after saying goodbye and turn to Harry.

"I have to get going, sorry." I say, dissapointment evident in my voice.

"Oh yeah. Sure. I'll drop you home." He replies, looking a little confused as he stands up, "who's Livy?"