Doom At Your Service: A Haylor AU

Chapter 15: I Was Scared

"What about us?

What about all the broken happy ever afters?

Oh, what about us?

What about all the plans that ended in disaster?

Oh, what about love? What about trust?

What about us?"

Taylor's POV

"You've gone mad. Why did you remove the bracelet?!"

Wow. I thought we were having a moment, you literally hugged me 0.13 milliseconds ago.

"Have you gone mad?" I imitated his accent. "Why didn't you come to me sooner? How could you put a pillow under my head and leave? That's infuriating."

"What infuriated you?" He arched his brow. "Not showing up or putting a pillow under your head?"

"Putting a pillow under my head." I specified. "Goodness." I shook my head, pissed that he must've known the hilarious attempts to injure myself and fail miserably that day.

Then there he goes.

Holding back a laugh, from the second hand embarrassment.

"Did you just smile? How can you smile right now?" While I asked him that, the embarrassment went back to me and I also found it funny. Like what was the reason.

"You're smiling too." He pointed at my lips.

I instantly plastered a poker face on and cleared my throat. "You're such an attention-seeker. If you were going to stay away, you should've done it right. Why leave me a hint?" I referred to the pillow.

"I was trying not to do it." He sighed.

"For how long?"

"As long as I could."

"You must've forgotten. I don't have that much time in my hands."

I saw Harry look away, swallowing a lump in his throat in deep thought for a few seconds before facing back at me. "I'll tell you.

I'll tell you everything."

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"It's all my fault." Harry spoke delicately, looking at his hands and not my eyes as we sat down on those hospital waiting chairs. "You losing your parents, all the time you spent at that beach, all the misfortunes, and your illness. Everything."

What?

"You know what? You need to know how to communicate first. Why does everything you tell me sound like a riddle. Give me better hints at least. Make it more understandable for me."

"I'm saying you're miserable...because I exist."

So that's what it's all about.

And he thinks avoiding me would fix that? Weird logic, but no. All of that happened before we even met.

"So are you saying you're the winter, the darkness, the end of everything?" I asked him.

"Yes." He nodded.

"Harry, I like winter. I like the darkness of the night and when things end." I told him, making his guilty look on his hands, meet my eyes. "If you think about it, spring, morning, and new beginnings also come because of you. It means you're responsible for my misery and my happiness." I explained what I thought about what he said in a nutshell. "I guess...it's kind of like you're teasing me. I get mad when you bring me misery, but I become grateful when you bring me happiness. I don't like it when it rains, but rain is needed sometimes."