TREACHEROUS (Taylor Swift + Harry styles + Joe Alwyn)

TAYLOR SWIFT AND HARRY STYLES CAUGHT BACKSTAGE

RAW FOOTAGE OF HARRT STYLES PUSHING HIS EX INTO A CLOSET

WHAT REALLY WENT DOWN AT THE GRAMMYS

HARRY POV:

Less than a day had gone by since the Grammys and Harry had already gotten 8 calls from his management making sure he had his stories straight.
Harry: I just really needed to talk to her and wanted to catch her quickly before she left.
Technically that was true.
Ellen: And what did you need to do with Taylor so urgently?
She grinned mischievously and the crowd laughed. He'd been on the Ellen Show many times before but he'd never been so nervous. He'd never had to jeopardise Taylor's trust before, especially whilst she was so fragile.
He prepared himself for the big lie.
Harry: Well if you must know me and Taylor are going to be collaborating.

TAYLOR POV:

Taylor: WHAT!
Taylor threw her remote at her TV. She'd never agreed to writing a song with Harry. He'd never even bothered to mention it to her but had no problem telling everyone on live TV. She wasn't even supposed to be on speaking terms with him!
Joe: What is it babe?
Joe peeped his head out of the door from the other room.
He was completely back to normal. He'd been so drunk when he'd hit her he'd totally forgotten the whole thing, but Taylor never could.
Taylor stumbled for the right words. If she told him the truth then she'd had to tell him what actually happened in the supply closet. She couldn't risk him remembering the reason why he'd hit her, Harry would be a trigger for sure.
She grabbed a different remote and turned the TV off.
Taylor: Just another Grey's Anatomy death.
Joe chuckled on his way out.
Joe: You've got to stop watching that show.
She heard the sound of him unlocking the door.
Taylor: Bye! When are you getting back?
Joe: Around 8. Love you!
Taylor: You to-
She tried to say it back to him but she was cut short by the slamming of the door. Then again she wasn't sure if she even did love him anymore. Now that she knew what kind of person existed inside him she couldn't forget it. She loved the Joe she thought she'd known, but she didn't think her vision of him could ever get back the way it used to.
Taylor glanced at the clock. It was only 12:00. Which meant she had 8 hours to find out what was going to happen with Harry. She procrastinated for a while as she worried about the song until she finally whipped out her iPhone covered in cat stickers and sent Harry an angry text.
Taylor- come over NOW
Just as she was about to send another one explaining herself further Ed called.
Taylor: Beginning to think my life revolves around British men.
She joked as she picked up the phone.
Ed: Nah only me.
Taylor: Congrats on the Grammy yesterday by the way. I meant to tell you straight after the show but I got a bit- uh- distracted.
She scolded herself silently for what happened with Harry and prayed to god Ed wouldn't press her on it.
Ed: Taylor I actually called because I was a little worried about you-
Taylor cut him off defensively
Taylor: why? I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?
She'd been telling so many people she was fine lately it almost felt true.
He seemed taken aback by her quick reply and stuttered for words.
Ed: Just cause you've been seeing Harry a lot and now I hear your going to collaborating with him and I just don't know if it's a good idea.
Taylor: What's wrong with me spending time with Harry?
She didn't know why she was being so rude to Ed. She completely agreed with him.
Ed: Taylor. We both know how much he hurt you.
Taylor flashed back to the red tour when she'd spent several nights crying into Ed's arms after Harry had cheated.
Taylor: He's changed.
She muttered hopefully. Not knowing if it was her or Ed she was trying to convince.
Ed: Has he now?
She could tell he was beginning to catch on to what was happening between her and Harry.
Ed: Look I've just got to ask. Please be honest with me. Are you sleeping with him.
She breathed shakily through the phone as she debated whether or not to lie to him.
Taylor: I- Ed- You can't tell anyone-
He sighed disappointedly
Ed: Dammit Taylor! What about Joe?
Taylor: It was a mistake! I know! I know I'm a horrible person. I just- he was just so-
She fumbled for words as she filled with guilt.
Ed: Shh it's fine I get it. Sorry I have no right to judge you.
Taylor: What do I do?
She whispered pleadingly.
Ed: I don't know but if you want to stay with Joe you definitely can't see Harry anymore. You can't write the song with him.
What felt like years of silence passed until Ed spoke again.
Ed: You do want to stay with Joe right?
Speak of the devil. Joe barged through the front door.
Ed: What was that?
Taylor: I've got to go.
Ed: Wait Taylor-
She hung up the phone and slid it into her backpocket as Joe came upstairs.
She plastered on a fake smile and pretended to be excited he was back.
Taylor: You came home early!
His back was turned to her as he hung his coat up and Taylor wrapped her arms around him from behind.
Taylor: Lucky me.
She lied. Hoping that Joe could distract her from Harry.
Joe moved Taylor's arms off him as he made himself a drink, Still not saying anything. Only then did she smell the alcohol already on his breath from before.
Joe: I turned on the radio in my car. And guess what I heard?
He sneered, slurring his words.
Taylor: What did you hear?
She moved closer to him and tried to take his drink away from him but he held on tight to it, causing some of the whiskey to spill out.
Joe: Look what you did!
Taylor: it's fine I'll clean it up. What did you hear?
She asked again anxiously as she reached for some napkins and began to wipe the floor.
Joe: Apparently YOU and HARRY spend a lot of time in a closet last night and his tie was found on the floor after you left.
Taylor froze. How the hell was she going to lie her way out of this one.
Taylor: Its just some trashy magazines making up stuff. None of it's true.
More of Joe's drink fell onto the floor as he stumbled closer to her and Taylor's hands began to shake as she remembered what had happened the last time Joe was drunk.
Joe: What did I tell you about lying?
Taylor froze. Did Joe remember when he'd hit her? She'd thought he'd been so drunk he'd forgotten but now he was talking about telling her not to lie. The only time he'd ever talked about that was when-
Taylor: Wait you remember!
Joe: Get up!
He grabbed Taylor's sweater and used it to pull her up towards him.
Joe: Remember what?
He started to twist Taylor's wrist.
Joe: Doing this?
She flicked his hand off her's and started to back away from him.
Taylor: This whole time you've remembered!
His lips curled up into a disturbing smile.
Taylor: You remembered and  you still let me believe you loved me! You kissed me you- you- you slept with me!
She felt disgusting. She should've left and never came back after he'd done it the first time.
Joe: I'm an actor Taylor.
The way he said it made her blood run cold. Had he ever been in love with her?
Joe: Now what happened?
Taylor: I told you-
He slapped her hard across the face before she could finish the lie and pulled her close to him so that their faces were less than an inch apart.
Taylor: I'm so sorry.
She finally gave in. There was no point lying any further, he already knew. Her only hope now was if he forgave her.
She watched his face turn red as he flung her into the drinks cabinet. She landed hard onto the glass covered floor.
Joe: You fucking slut!
He kicked her hard in stomach, causing her to scream in pain.
Joe: Shut up! If anyone hears you you're dead.
He gave her another kick just for fun. Then another, then another.
Taylor: Joe! Please stop! I'm begging you!
She whimpered as she lay curled up in a ball on the wet floor, blood running down her face. Joe knelt down and lifted her onto her knees so that they were at the same level.
Joe: You know you deserve it.
He slapped her hard but kept holding her face close. Pain pulsed through her whole body and she felt like she was going to faint. Her stomach and legs were too bruised for her to feel the broken glass piercing through her skin but her arms and face stung.
Taylor: I know. I know I do. But please I'll never see him again. I love YOU.
He sneered at her and dropped her back onto the glass. Aggressively he began slipping her jeans off her.
Taylor: Stop. What are you doing?
He continued unbuttoning his pants.
Joe: You love me don't you?
He used one hand to grab her arms and pinned them on the ground over her head. The other grabbed firmly onto her waist.
Taylor: Joe. Please stop!
She begged him but he just used his arm to cover her mouth.
Joe: It's all you're good for now.
She lay there lifelessly as she gave up and let him finish.
He was about to leave her when her phone buzzed.
He pinned her shoulders down as he reached into her back pocket and got out her phone.
Harry- Sure thing;) Coming.
Joe: As soon as I leave you tell him to come over! What happened to "never seeing him again"?
He threw her phone down and it smashed inches away from her face.
Taylor: It was to write our song!
Joe grabbed her left arm and twisted it unnaturally behind her back.
Joe: Liar!
Taylor: I swear it was for the song!
She shrieked in agony has he twisted it further and sank his nails into her skin.
Joe: I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!
He grabbed her fragile body and threw it against the wall again but she still wouldn't stop screaming. She didn't care if people found out anymore. She just needed anyone to help her.

HARRY POV:
Harry knocked several times on Taylor's apartment door but still no one let him in. He was just about to give up and head back home when he heard a faint scream coming from inside. Taylor.
Without thinking of the consequences he barged the door open. Her security team was going to be on top of him later.
As soon as he entered his ears were filled with a deafening scream.
Harry ran up the stairs into her living room and froze. There was Taylor, whimpering and sprawled out on the floor surrounded by broken glass and bleeding from all over. On top of her was Joe, slamming his fists onto her beautiful body. How dare he touch her!
Harry: GET OFF HER!
He grabbed Joe from behind and flung him off her and into the wall.
Joe rolled over on his side and let out a grunt as he got up.
Joe: You're the one who's been fucking this slut.
He slammed his fist hard into Harry's jaw.
Harry: Don't call her that!
He threw another punch at Harry but he dodged it, sending Joe stumbling into the window. It shattered, sending glass flying. Taylor winced on the floor as some landed on her. It killed Harry to see her like that. All he wanted to do was run to her and comfort her but he had to deal with Joe first.
Joe was drunk so he was slower than Harry but he was undeniably larger so when he flung himself onto Harry both of them went crashing onto the floor.

TAYLOR POV:

She could just faintly make out the two boys rolling over each over brawling through her bruised eyes.
Every bone in her body ached and she could barely move, even just to blink, but she couldn't just lie there and watch Harry suffer.
Part of her wished he hadn't come so that she didn't have to see him get that hurt, but she didn't want to think of what would've happened to her if he hadn't.
Taylor: stop!
She called out quietly. She'd tried to scream it but her throat was so swollen it came out as a whisper.
Suddenly, a broken piece of glass next to her caught her eye. It was just small enough for her to be able to hide it in her hand but it was sharp enough to cause damage.
She winced as she scrambled over to it, dragging herself forward with her hands.
Finally she managed to grab it. But she still needed Joe to get closer to her.
He was standing on top of Harry triumphantly and repeatedly hammered one foot down onto his chest.
Joe: That hurt?
Blood sprayed out of his mouth as he spoke.
Joe: Let's see how you find this.
Keeping one foot on Harry, he dragged Taylor up towards him and held her tightly around the waist.
Harry: Don't you dare hurt her.
Joe: No I won't not yet. Not when this can cause you just as much pain.
He put his hand round her head and pulled her closer to him.
Out of no where he kissed her. She could feel Harry squirming underneath them and she did her best to pull away but his grip on her was to tight.
Harry: DON'T TOUCH HER!
Harry: Taylor!
He called for her help but was quickly silenced by a kick from Joe.  He broke away from the kiss just for a second to tell Harry to shut up but it gave Taylor enough time to get the piece of glass into the right position.
This was it.
She gathered as much strength as she could and stabbed it into his stomach, causing him to howl in pain.
His hands flew off Taylor and onto the wound as he fell backwards.
By the time Joe had hit the ground Harry was back on his feet and picked Taylor up.
Harry: Let's get out of here.