Taylor's POV
"Slut!"
"You're a whore!"
"Bitch"
"You're only using Harry so you can write a new song and get millions of dollars"
"You stole my Harry from me. I'm gonna make you pay bitch"
Those words ran around my head all day long. Again and again. Why were they saying these things? Am I a 'slut'? I've only dated 6 guys in more than six years. Was that too much? Even if it is, at least I don't dress 'slutty' like some other people.
I only want to find this thing they call 'true love'. Or is there no such thing? I believe there is. And I will keep searching for it. No matter what they say.
But just because I decided to ignore their comments, doesn't mean I don't get hurt by them. I guess that's why tears are flowing out of my eyes right now.
I hadn't realized I'd been crying. I was just thinking, and now I'm crying. I was sitting on the edge of the bed. I reached behind me for my phone. I checked the time and it was only 5 AM.
My mom went back to my dad's house. She said she'd stay there for a while, incase I needed my privacy. I am all alone in my house. And I am crying. Today is a Saturday. Fifteenth December. Two days after my birthday. Two days after the ferris wheel kiss.
I probably look pathetic right now. I let out a scream. Just as the scream ends, sobs escape my mouth.
Suddenly, my phone rings. I let it ring a couple times while I try to wipe my tears with the back of my hand. It stops ringing. I continue wiping at my eyes as my phone rings again. It ends, and starts again. This time I pick it up.
"Um, hello?"
"Taylor? Are you crying?" Harry asks through the phone.
"Um, yeah?" I say hesitantly.
"What's wrong, baby?"
"It's nothing." He's pretty busy right now, so he can't come over anyways.
"Taylor, you're crying. It can't be nothing." He pushes.
"Is said it's nothing. It means I don't want you to worry. Please don't worry." I say a little annoyed.
"It's hard not to worry. You're my girlfriend. i can't not worry about you." His voice is getting higher.
"I don't want you to worry! Don't you see how hard this is?! Trying to convince you not to worry about me when I'm obviously crying and there's everthing to worry about! For once, I don't want you to worry about me. I don't want to talk. I don't want to talk.... Harry..." I scream and sob at the same time. There was a long silence for a while.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I don't want to talk." I hung up.
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I woke up to my phone alarm ringing. Oh, what a shitty loud alarm.
I pull on my drawer which is just beside my bed and use my hand to feel for the phone. My fingertips touched the screen and I shut the alarm. I lay back down on my bed, the phone on my palms. I unlocked it and saw seven missed calls. Three from Abigail, two from Harry, one from my mom and one from Austin, my brother. I touch my cheeks and feel dry tears. I had been crying while sleeping.
I dialed Abigail's number. She picked up on the third ring.
"You called three times?" I say as soon as she picked up.
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Begin Again (A Haylor fanfic)
FanfictionTaylor had broken up with Jake and the damage Jake caused Taylor was HUGE and who was a shoulder Taylor could cry on for eight months? Harry. It turns out Harry had always had feelings for Taylor. But does Taylor like Harry too? Maybe. She doesn't k...
