Secret Identity (Haylor)

Chapter 37: Bad Dreams Is What It Means.

Chapter 37: Bad Dreams Is What It Means.

Taylor's POV

I feel my chest tightening, my palms sweating as I stare at his face.

"Taylor," He takes a step closer.

"Just don't, please." I hear my voice shake with another tear falling from my eye.

His eyes look into mine, though I cannot tell what emotion he is trying to show.

"Don't let this ruin our trip, babe." The words run softly, his figure approaching my body at the corner.

"I love you." He whispers as he trapped me at that very corner with his ink filled chest.

"I love you." He repeats, leaning in to gently kiss my lips.

Another tear falls and lands near his lips, stopping the kiss to make him lick the tear off.

He pauses after removing the tear, his lips forming a frown.

"I suck at this," he says swiftly unlike his usual manner.

"I'm only eighteen, but I managed to break your heart." He takes a step back while he stares at the wooden floor.

"And you don't deserve this, you don't deserve me." He takes another step back.

I fell in love with a cheesy boy, I joke to myself so I would stop crying, but that didn't work.

A knock from the door makes the both of us turn our attention to the voice.

"Miss Swift, you are now ready to leave. Your transportation is waiting." A bodyguard's voice informs me.

"I'll be there in a minute." I make my voice loud and clear, trying not to break it.

I felt the guard leave to give me privacy with his footsteps' sound going away.

"You're leaving?" Harry directs his eyes to me with his hurt tone.

I quickly ignore him, wiping the tears away from my eyes as I rush to my hidden packed suitcase that's been waiting to leave.

"Where are you going?" He turns to my direction again.

I ignore him as if I was only with the air.

I get all my belongings and walk to the door, opening it quickly.

I stop taking deep breaths. Am I really leaving?

"Taylor?"

"Taylor? Taylor, come on babe you need to eat. Waaaaaaaaaake up!"

My eyes open quick and I felt the mark of tears on my face.

"Tayyyyyyy!" I was greeted by a giddy and noisy Harry.

"Haz," I say a bit weakly, not knowing what's going on.

His bright smile turns to a flat lip in a snap, probably wondering what's wrong.

"Bad dream?" His tone is serious, getting a tray full of food.

"Bad... memory." I reply in my dull tone.

Why do I feel so weak?

I try to move in my bed. Ouch.

In fact, it hurts yet I don't feel anything else.

I try to rub my belly.

It's not as hard as it was, it only feels like disgusting skin.