Tour (5SOS Fanfic)

Chapter 13 (Part 1)~

Chapter 13 ~

(Part 1)

Taylor's pov

I couldn't believe it. After almost 2 months. 2 months. 7 weeks and 5 days, to be exact, he was back.

I was just sitting in the lobby of the hotel. We had just gotten here yesterday, so I just decided to come downstairs and read. Yes, I'm a book addict too. We were currently in England. Which I was so ecstatic about. This was the first time I had ever been to England, and I just wanted to go sightseeing for a couple of days. And, of course, to perform. Everything about England , from what I had partially seen, was just downright beautiful.

I was reading Where She Went by Gayle Forman, when he called. At that moment I had wished he would've either lost my number, or I didn't have my phone with me. If it was up in my room, one of my friends or one of the boys would have answered it and would've given him a piece of their mind. Thankfully, they've been really helpful in trying to find ways to get him off of my mind.

But here I am. By myself. In a lobby full of people who could possibly see me crying, and take a picture and sale it to the paps, just to get a couple of bucks off of it. But that wasn't the mistake here. The mistake that was made, was me answering my phone.

"Hello?" I said. My voice was barely even audible, almost sounded like I was vulnerable to whatever he had to say. And I was.

"Taylor?" He asked, shock evidently in his voice. He was probably surprised that I even answered. It had been so long since I had last heard his voice. I needed to hear it once more.

"Y-Yes?" I questioned. I was scared. Scared of what he was going to say. Was he just calling me just so he could break another promise that we had made months even before the tour had started. Before I knew that our very first cd was going to be released. Before I found out that we were signed to a record label. All the promises we made, were made before my future -my life- was being put right in front of me.

"How have you been?" He questioned. Was he really asking me that?

How have I been? You mean after you broke up with me? Do you want the positive side or the negative? Maybe I should just give you the negative, so it will boost your self-esteem. How about that?

I wanted to say that. That's all I wanted to say to him. But I couldn't get my mind or mouth to form the words and say them to him. I physically couldn't answer him. But I had to say something. Just so I could hear his voice.

"I-I've been doing o-okay." I was sounding weak. Like I needed him, or I couldn't take the break anymore. But I was doing just fine without him. And it was all because of my friends. Speaking of my friends, why couldn't one of them had just randomly came walking into the hotel or out of the elevator and saved me from this? From all of this?

"Well, that's good. I've been doing great. Aiden won't talk to me because of... well you know."

"She doesn't have to, if she doesn't want to. She has every right not to. And I'm actually glad that she's not talking to you, because you were an ass." I have no clue where this sudden burst of confidence was coming from, but I liked and disliked it. I liked it, because I was letting out my anger that I had built up inside of me, and I didn't like it because I was letting out my anger.

"Woah, woah! What's with the name calling?" He said, still keeping the same calm tone of voice with me, unlike I was doing with him. "I was actually trying to tell you something important, but now that you've started calling me an ass, and possibly are thinking of calling me something else, I guess there's just no use."

What was he talking about? I'm so lost, and I have no clue why.

"What do you mean? What were you going to tell me?" I asked, trying to get an answer. I was so confused.

"Well, you may be completely honest or just lie so that you won't hurt me. I know that you've done that before. Just to keep me happy. That's what you do. You try to keep everyone else happy, that's what I had noticed before I left you-"

"You didn't leave me. I'm the one who left you so that I could go do my dream. But you're the one who dumped me by text. By text,Thomas! Why!" I was yelling in a lobby, but I didn't care. "What made you dump me that way?"

"I'm sorry! I just thought that since you'd be traveling, you'd probably meet tons of boys. And might have wanted to hook up with one of them-"

"Excuse me? You clearly do not know me that well! Thinking that I would freaking hook up with some random guy! I don't  think so. What's wrong with you?" I asked.

"Do you not get it? I was afraid of losing you to someone. So I saved myself the trouble of getting my heart broken by dumping you." He said, then slightly laughed.

"There's nothing funny about this."

I felt like I was about to be on the verge of tears. That would be just great. Being in England was supposed to be fun. Touring with my friends, was supposed to be fun. But here he was. Making things become depressing.

"I'm not laughing about this."

"Then, what the hell are you laughing about?" I wanted to hang up so badly, but hearing his voice and especially his laugh, was enough to make me melt. Even though he's laughing about when he dumped me, it was upsetting. But it was like when you were a little kid and if you ate all of your vegetables, then you'd get something sweet like candy. This... This was my something sweet.

"Then what are you laughing about?" He was making me even more confused than before.

"I was laughing... because I dumped you to save myself the heartbreak. But instead, I gave you the heartbreak. And I'm sorry. I was only thinking about myself and how I had felt when I made the decision. And I'm happy that you're happy, and doing okay. I'm just surprised that you managed to recover so quickly. I wouldn't have-"

"What do you mean? I haven't recovered from it yet. I'm still getting over what happened."

"Haven't you seen the magazines?" He questioned.

"No, our manager said for us to stay away from magazines and anything that involved us. Even the band we're on tour with."

"Oh. Well, in the magazine that I had looked at not too long ago, it said that you and Lube- excuse me, Luke, were hanging out. It said that you two went on a date and all this crap. I don't know."

"Well they're wrong. We've never went on a date before. We're not even together. They're just saying that for the money."

"Well, you seemed really happy with him in the pictures they took. I haven't seen you laugh like that or even look that happy in a long time. He must be special if he can do that."

Thomas was sounding like he actually cared that someone else, other than himself, was making me happy. I guess I should be glad about that.

"Have you moved on?" I asked, my voice going small like it had done when our conversation had first started.

"Honest?" He questioned.

"Honest."

He sighed, "I haven't. But I will, eventually. Not right now, but I will."

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So like, I really have nothing to say. Just that you've gotten to meet Taylor's ex-boyfriend, and gotten to know him a little better.

I hope that y'all enjoyed this chapter. I haven't updated in forever. It seems like forever. The last update was just so short, so I hope that  this chapter will make up for it?

Part 2... um... well you'll get a surprise update for that later (when I write it)

But seriously guys! Comment and vote! Tell me if you like that Thomas still has feelings for Taylor or what your opinion is on Michael's new hair color!