Saving Us || l.h

S I X T E E N

Taylor's POV

Blake was so worried about his sister, but I feel like he was overreacting just a bit. He made it his duty to call her every day to check up on her, which I find ridiculous. She said she was fine, as did her band members, and she won't stop texting me to break Blake's phone or to take it away. Blake went for his phone but I snatched it out of his reach before he could get it.

"Blake. Dylan is fine, she said she was fine. Her band said she was fine, a doctor even said she was fine! Why must you call her? She's getting annoyed!" "To check up on her! She doesn't have anyone to check up on her and she's making me worried! Zach told me what happened after they got in a fight! I don't want to lose my sister, Taylor." He sunk into the seat beside me. "Luke's taking great care of her, he told me that he made her promise to call if she ever was thinking about anything along the lines of self-harm, starving, or killing herself. I trust that she will do that." I assure him, trying to calm him down.

"I've already lost too many people, I can't handle it if I lose her." He admits, dropping his head onto my shoulder. "I think you need to see her in person. I feel like that will make you feel better about everything, seeing in person that she is fine. You have a week off, go visit her as a surprise. But please, let her breathe, don't cling." I plead, looking him in the eye. He nods, to which I kiss him softly. "Good. Now go pack. I already bought your ticket." I tell him, standing up. "Trying to get rid of me already?" He jokes. "Darn, you caught me." I laugh, going to the fridge. "I'll be in France next week for fashion week, I get back Thursday." I call, grabbing a yogurt.

"Weren't you just there?" "That was Italy." "What's the difference?" "I'm going with Cara to this one and I went with Kylie to the last one." "And I repeat, what's the difference?" "You're hopeless." I inform him, sitting down on the bed. "Come on, you love me." He grins, chucking a shirt at me. I frown at him, putting it in his suitcase. "She heads to Spain tomorrow, so I got you a flight there but you'll be a day early so just wait at the hotel." "Got it. Anything else?" "Have fun." "Don't I always?" "Sure."

"Dylan has three nights of performing but they are there for four nights, so don't stress her out too much. You're very good at that." "So rude." He frowns, zipping his suitcase closed. "I'm telling you the truth. She told me." "Alright. Well, I should go. I love you, have fun in France." He tells me, pecking me on the lips. "Love you too." I smile, watching him leave. I head back to our kitchen, throwing the empty yogurt container away.

My phone began ringing, Dylan's contact popping up. "Hey, Dylan." "Hey Taylor. In three weeks I have a week off and I was wondering if you wanted to help me write a new song?" "Is that the first week of June?" "Yes, the week before your tour starts." "Maybe, I'm still doing some last minute details on it, but even if we can't work together in person I could probably FaceTime you. I'd love to write a song with you though." "Awesome. I'll keep you updated on a day and you keep me updated on open days of times you'll have and if you'll be able to meet or if it will have to be over FaceTime." "Alright. Sounds good. I'll see you soon." "Bye."

Michael's POV

Anna giggled as I flew her around the stage, a wide smile on my lips. "Don't kill my daughter!" Ashton shouts, grabbing his daughter out of my grip. I frowned at him, pouting. Anna copied my actions, Ashton rolling his eyes at both of you. "I swear, I'm fathering all of you." He mutters. "Whatever you say, daddy." I run off, knowing Ashton hated when I brought that up around Anna. I turned a corner, running into a smaller body. "I'm sorry." I apologize, looking down to see my girlfriend.

"Ashley!" I grin, hugging her. "Hey!" She smiles, looking up at me. "I was actually looking for you, Luke said you were onstage with Anna." "Ashton took her away." I frown, glancing behind me. "What are you doing here?" "I'm spending my summer term here in London so I called Luke so I could surprise you." "You're the best." I grin, kissing her forehead. "How's your brother?" I ask, gripping her hand as we walked back to the dressing room. "Better. I cannot thank you enough for what you did, Mikey." "Ash, really, don't worry about it, I would do anything for you and your brother. But where is he staying since you're here?" "He's actually at a new school, one where he can live there so he's there." She explains.