Adopted By Haylor (Taylor Swift & Harry Styles) Bk1 #FanficEntry

A baby named Kira is eight days old, with a Mum who doesn’t want her, a dad who couldn’t be found, and a family that couldn’t care. Taylor Swift is a solo pop artist. Harry Styles is a member of world wide pop band One Direction. Taylor and Harry fell out of love, Kira needs a Mum, Kira needs a Dad. So their producers force Taylor and Harry back together. And hand them Kira. What happens when Taylor doesn’t love Harry, Harry doesn’t love Taylor? But they both want to help and love Kira! Adopted By Haylor, a nightmare? Or a blessing?


1. Its You Two *Edited*

Richards POV: (Harry Styles Manager, and 1D's manager)
I stood with my back pressed to the door, eyeing of Eloise.  She couldn’t be serious. But of course there was nothing more serious about Taylor Swift’s manager.
“Its alright Richard.” She said addressing me. She gestured to the chair at her desk. 
 “Imagine what this will do for their career,” she continued.
I reluctantly took a sit, and crossed my legs over. The news hadn’t really settled in properly. I peered at her through my glasses, half in disbelief but mostly in shock.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea.” I spoke with thought on my mind, I was reluctant to go ahead with such a stunt.
 “Oh don’t be a bad sport.” she told me. “Don’t be like that Richard, positive thinking.”
I sighed; maybe I was being a bad sport. I couldn’t deny it; I had taken the news badly, I was only seeing it one way the bad way, but maybe in fact I wasn't allowing myself to see the good side of the plan.
Eloisa had explained to me a very interesting publicity stunt. One that would go in either a good direction or a bad direction. I didn’t want it to go in a bad direction and I knew she didn't want it to go in a bad direction either, but the stunt was pretty important to getting Harry back in the media for all the right reasons and not the wrong ones. I managed Harry Styles career and Eloise managed Taylor Swift career. This was different then the group management, I not only managed their individual lives but the group as well. 
Say six months back, Harry and Taylor fell out of love this was in 2012. They broke up after they were spotted in New York for New Year's Eve. During there three month date it created lots of news articles and everything was concentrated on Harry and his new love, and media were betting Taylor would break his heart like she had done with the many guys before.  The stunt Eloisa explained was simply to give them a baby to take care of the media would be all over it, thats what we both wanted. I realized it was a win-win situation for both of us except them if they didn’t take care off the baby... and themselves during the time.
“So what do you think?” Eloisa asked interrupting my thoughts.
 “It’s a win-win for sure,” I told her. My mind started to change a little towards the idea, it would be perfect if it panned out and even if it didn’t, it didn’t matter.
The baby would go back to her parents after two weeks if it went well or if it didn’t. We would make up a back story on the babies history, bind them together and get the publicity in the mean time. 
“Of course it’s a win-win,” she told me smiling “I would never have plan a stunt that would wreck us Richard.”
I laughed at her, she was serious about that too, I knew it, but we had never done anything like this before.
“Shake on it.” she said, I leaned over her desk taking her hand in mine “Deal.” I promised her.
Taylor’s POV:

I flicked my blonde hair away and glanced at myself in the mirror. I was happy and twenty-two I was content with my life so far. I picked up my shopping when my phone rang. It was my manager asking me to come into the office.
“Yes,” I said into my mobile I hid the sign “I’m right by the office.” I wished I wasn't.
I sighed again something always important I thought on my day off.
I promised my manager I’d be prompt and arrive at her office in a little under twenty minutes.
~ 20 Mins Later
I knocked on the door that said Taylor’s Swift Manager. Her office was located where all the other managers of famous people worked it was well known building, where things got planned, and decided. 
“Come in.” Spoke a familiar voice from inside.
I came in and I sat down and waited for the important announcement.
I crossed my legs and finally she spoke up, she stopped typing on her computer and looked at me for a short while.
“Taylor..” she said, “after your break with your ex..” she began. I slightly started to get uncomfortable I knew who she meant as my ex, my ex was Harry Styles of One Direction.
 “It was bitter.” I told her “Don’t mention it.”
 “That’s the thing,” she said, studying me “something urgent has come up.”
I started to feel awkward.
 “Taylor, a baby needs your love and support, and you know what sort of a role model for the young girls of today.” she  began “She has a family that doesn’t want her.”
I started to feel a bit weird, I didn’t know what my manager had in mind for me.
I crossed my legs the other way to display how uncomfortable I felt.
“You and Harry have been chosen to care for her.” She told me.
My heart leaped to my throat, surely not. I began to settle down thinking she meant a different Harry... a Harry I never met, a Harry that never broke my heart and left me bitter.
“Harry who?” I asked her, her eyes stared straight into mine, not missing a blink.
“Harry Styles of course.” She answered, her words pierced my heart like I had been struck there once again.
“Tell me I’m dreaming.” I cried out loud, I was close to standing up and storming out.
“Not dreaming love a reality.” She said, wrecking my wishes of this being a dream.
 “Tell me, why are you doing this?” I cried at her.
“It’ll be good for you Taylor, it’ll be good for her, do it for the baby, do it for the young girls that see you as their role model.” she explains.
My blonde hair conceals my angered features, as my head falls to my palm. My blue eyes staring at the ground wishing a hole would swallow me up.
“Taylor...” My manager spoke with urgency in her voice. I raised my eyes to meet her angry glance at me.
“Its final, no choices, no backing out, you and Harry work together this is important, we want good publicity, and I warned you what would happen if you broke the heart of another guy.” she said.
I cringed; was she doing this as a punishment? Well listen here I thought he broke my heart this time, thats not my fault. I couldn’t believe my manager controlled that much of me. I didn’t like it. I had no choice though and she knew it. Sometime she made good choices, and then sometimes she made choices like this. Well never normally like this, not ever involving an ex and a baby.
I stood up “Down stairs.” she told me, without looking up, “Harry will speak with you, oh by the way baby’s name is ShyKira.”
I shut my eyes, one blow after another, I have to face him already. I carried my sorry self down stairs. None of this seemed sweet.
I sat down on an uncomfortable seat waiting for the uncomfortable moment to come, when Harry would have to speak with me, and I would have to speak with him.
Harry’s POV:

(Mean while in Richards office)
“Let me get this straight.” I say to my manager, I straighten up a bit in my seat “You want me to get back with Taylor?” My eyes brows raise a slight bit.
He looks at me over the top of his glasses, he nods “That’s right.”
“Well I don’t want to.” I state simply, leaning back in to the chair a bit more.
“And you think she does?” he questions, his eyebrows raise as well.
“I don’t know what she wants.” I say to him “But I know what I want.”
My manager shakes his head “No matter what you want Harry, this is what I want, and what her manager wants.” his eyes rest on mine “And this is what’s going to happen.”
I look at him, and sigh trying to take it all in. “Explain to me the situation again,” I say I try to avoid at rolling my eyes.
“Its simple.” he says which it isn’t at all I think “A baby named Kira needs a home, she’s eight days old and you and Taylor are going to be her parents.”
“But why us?” I ask out of disbelief “why not Louis and Eleanor or Justin and Selena?, why not a couple that are already together?”
“Why you Harry and why Taylor!” he says, in a forceful tone “Because the baby needs love.” His face goes all dreamy his eyes far away.
“And I can’t provide that.” I state, folding my arms across my chest. After a few moments of silence I run my hands through my brown curls, and my brown eyes rest on his, awaiting his response.
“Well you’re going to learn, it’s you, and Taylor and Kira.” he tells me stubbornly, I knew better than to argue, people will make choices and I will pay the price for them.
“Kira...” I repeat I raise my eyes brows slightly, Kira I think to myself is that the babies name?
“Yes she’s a baby girl named Kira, here on the paperwork it’s says ShyKira though, ShyKira Bergandie is her full name” He explains to me, as he looks through paperwork.
“What will her name be then?” I ask him taking a more relaxed approach to the matter, I have to act mature, I have to act like I can handle this.
“You and Taylor can decide, since Kira will be like your own.” He answers.
“I had poor taste in a mother didn’t I?” I ask sarcastically. I roll my eyes around. I would never dare to love that women.
My manager lifts his eyebrows at me, he stares straight at me.
“And obviously she had poor taste in a father.”
I look at him in disbelief. Did he actually just say that? Is that what he actually thinks? That I can't do this!
“How long have we got until she arrives?” I ask, ignoring the insult. I’m going to prove him wrong. Well, hopefully I tell myself just hopefully.
“About six hours, so enjoy it, oh and Taylor is downstairs waiting to speak with you.” He explains. He looks at me for another few moments before returning to his work, shuffling through paper work. A clear sign that this meeting is over.
I drag myself out of his office and downstairs and there sat Taylor. Her light blue eyes rest on mine, and her long blonde hair was tied back. She watched me approach. She seemed cautious, the last time we saw each other, we spoke words we may want to take back now, we yelled insults and accusations but now we had to act mature and talk through the things our managers decided and try to work together for the babies sake.
“Hi Harry.” she says so softly, her voice so sweet and pure.
“Hey Taylor.” I say. My eyes resting on hers for a moment, I can’t believe I’m talking to the girl that broke my heart. And I reckon she can’t believe she’s talking to the guy that broke hers. We both did this to each other, breaking up seemed easier at the time. Walk away, leave things half done, leave the crackle of heated words between us and never come back again.
“You heard about Kira?” she enquires and I nod at her.
“ShyKira.” I correct her.
“Yea ShyKira, we can change the name.” she says, and looks at me waiting for me to respond.
“I’d like to change her name, but I’d also love not to be having her or getting back together.” After I say it, I think I’ve offended her. I look at her for signs of annoyance or anger. I find none.
“I have to admit, I agree.” She says. Her eyes flicker to mine, holding the look for a few short moments.
“We’ve got six hours,” I tell her looking at her straight in the face.
“We’ve got some planning to do then, and some working out,” she says. She stands up, I nod at her, as we start to walk out, when I see my manager, her manager, and Liam, Louis, Niall and Zayn.
My manager gestures to me with a single finger “Guess we’re going to be spoken to.” I say to Taylor with a brief sigh, as we make our way over to them.
“There will be rules.” she explains to me causally “We’re going to hear them.”
I can’t believe how easy she is taking it. I’m not taking it easy. I decide to try to follow her way of doing things; laid back and relaxed might just work. Well, hopefully. I prefer it to being at each other.

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