Broken-a Haylor fanfiction

Chapter 1

Harry's POV

It has been two years since I and everyone else last saw Taylor Swift. The police were starting to care less about if they found her, but I couldn't stand this anymore. I decided to go find her. I had to.

As I walked to the airport to go to America, where she was last seen, I got bumped into by someone running. We fell to the ground.

The person said, "I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking at where I was going." It was a girl with an American accent.

"It's ok. I-" I cut myself off upon seeing her face and realizing that it was Taylor. "Taylor?"

She looked at me. "Harry?"

I instinctively hugged her and she hugged back. I was happy that she was safe. But the mood was killed when I felt a wet, sticky substance against her back on my hand.

I pulled away; I was now very aware of how pale she looked. I looked at my hand to see what the substance was. It was red with blood. Her blood. I was concerned instantly. I have to get her to the hospital. That's literally the only thing I'm capable of doing anyway. Otherwise, I'm pretty much useless.'

I picked her up and ran to the hospital, getting covered with blood. My hands. My clothes. Along the way, she passed out, freaking me out. I finally arrived at the hospital and ran in. The nurse there looked up.

"What's the problem?" she asked emotionless. As if she couldn't see Taylor bleeding to death. Seriously?

"She's bleeding. I think she's lost a lot of blood." I said, as calmly as I could manage.

The nurse called a doctor in and explained the situation. I handed Taylor to him.

He said, "You'll have to wait here for now," and took her away.

I walked over to the waiting area, wiped my hands on my blood stained jeans and called Louis.

He picked up. "Hello? Harry?"

"I found Taylor Swift."

"Really?"

"Yes. But she was... bleeding, so I brought her to the hospital."

"I'll tell the others and meet you there."

"Ok. I'll see you then."

"Bye." He hung up.

I started to pace nervously, earning glares from the other people waiting. Soon Louis, Liam, Niall, and Zayn came in and over to me.

Louis said, "Calm down, mate. She'll be fine."

I nodded, not quite believing it.

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A doctor came over. "Anyone here for Taylor?"

"We are," Louis answered.

The doctor came over.

"She's fine. The injury wasn't as severe as it seemed. She lost a lot of blood so she needs to rest."

I asked, "Can we see her?"

"Yes. But since she's asleep, only one is allowed in until she wakes up."

They all looked at me as if to say you can go first. I smiled sadly.

The doctor said, "Ok, Mr. Styles. Right this way."

He brought me to her hospital room and let me in.

She was sleeping peacefully, looking as beautiful as always. I sat down on a corner of the bed next to her. I stroked her hair.

"I'm sorry. For everything," I whispered softly.

Slowly she woke up, revealing her beautiful blue eyes that I loved. Her pink lips curved into a small smile. I smiled back. Soon, the boys rushed in. Niall hugged Taylor first. Then Louis, Zayn, and finally Liam. Her smile was bigger. But her body was tense, very tense. I wondered why.

Louis said, "I'm glad you're ok."

She smiled. "Thanks."

Soon, the doctor came in.

I asked, "How long will she be here?"

"We'd like to keep her here overnight to make sure everything stays stable."

I nodded.

The doctor walked over to me, whispering, "I found scars and bruises all over her body. Do you know anything about this?"

I shook my head, concerned, and then replied softly, "I just found her today. She's been missing for 2 years."

He nodded. I looked over at Taylor and stroked her hair. She tensed a little under my hand, making my hand stop moving but lingering on her head.

I asked quietly, "Can I please ask you something?"

She nodded. "Of course. Anything."

I looked at the boys. "Can you guys wait outside for a moment? I need to ask Taylor something in private."

The boys nodded and left. The doctor moved to the other side of the room.

I asked in a soft, gentle voice, "What happened these last 2 years?"

She flinched, and I regretted the question.

I said, "You don't have to answer that."

"No, I will. Just not right now. I'm not ready to talk about it yet."

I nodded. Suddenly, she burst into tears.

Taylor's POV

Just thinking about the 2 years that I was trapped made me burst into tears. He pulled me into a hug. This was the first time I had cried in years, since I had stopped crying only a month into my kidnapping. I had to. I was finally letting it all out. It felt good. He rubbed my back, comfortingly.

He said softly, "It's gonna be ok. You're completely safe now."

I slowly calmed down and pulled away, drying my wet cheeks. I noticed a wet spot on his shirt where my face was.

"Oh look, I got your shirt wet. Sorry."

"It's ok. I don't mind. Just remember. I'll always be there for you."

Can you really promise that?

I nodded, not sure if I should believe him or not. I mean, I really wanted to, but ... Devin's still out there and Harry might get tired of me. After all, I'm broken, irreparable. I'll never be the same again.

Harry smiled at me, revealing his dimples. I had missed those. In fact, I missed everything about him. His curly hair that was longer now. His kind, green eyes. His personality. The way his strong arms would hold me. The butterflies he brought. The smile that could light up the day. But, most of all, the fact that he never realized just how perfect he was.

He said. "Um... Taylor...?"

I realized that I was staring at him and flushed. "Sorry."

"It's... ok."

"So where will I be staying when I leave the hospital? Where am I anyway?"

"London. And you can stay with me and Louis, if you want."

"Ok. Thanks."

He nodded. "You're welcome."

I smiled. He smiled back.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I hope you enjoyed this part. Thank you to everyone who has read this. Feel free to vote or comment.