Taylor is just your average girl with an average life before she meets Harry, the world famous singer from one direction. Little does Taylor know that meeting Harry will change her life completely, for better, and for worse.
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Harry's perspective It's the day of the abortion. It's been two weeks since Taylor told me. I'm glad we're on the same page. I couldn't handle a child right now, I don't have time for such a big responsibility. Taylor's been pretty quiet, but I wouldn't blame her, it's not especially an easy thing to be going through.
I'm doing my best to be there for her, making her breakfast, making sure she's comfortable, entertained. But she seems to prefer being alone. Sometimes I hear her muffled cries from the bedroom, but I just let her cry it out. She'll just hold it inside if I walk in, I don't think that's too good for her.
It's 3 o clock and we're driving to the clinic. Taylor just sits looking out the window. It's so silent, but not in an awkward way. I think we both need it. I'm holding her left hand with my right, stroking her hand calmly.
The drive takes forever, and it's pouring down. As If the gods are feeling with us. It's so melancholic.
When we arrive we park and walk out of the car perfectly synced. Walking through the parking lot were met by pro life demonstrators, I pull Taylor closer as I know their chantings won't exactly help her going through this.
There are no paparazzis around luckily. It's a private clinic but you never know so we're wearing sunglasses, this story would have been eaten up by the public.
We walk in the building and sit down in the waiting room. It's a bright white room, filled with sad grey chairs. There's barely anyone there. The room is filled with a heavy sadness and the ticking of the clock on the wall. I feel the it getting on my nerves.
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Taylor is fickling with the edge of her shirt, silent tears falling down her cheek. I'm starting to doubt that this is really what she wants. "Taylor, this is what you want? Right?" I ask her, grabbing her hand. She nods, clearing her throat "yes, I swear. This is just all so new and scary" she is wiping the tears from her face. I kiss her on the cheek and the silence continues.
The doctor eventually calls our name and we follow her, walking hand in hand.
The procedure doesn't take long, we're only in there for about ten minuets. Taylor's eyes are locked on the roof for the whole time. I can't really do anything other than watch. I can tell she's scared.
I wrote down my thoughts in the lyric book I always bring with me. I do that sometimes, when I can't seem to do anything with my thoughts.
And then its done. Just like that. Everything is back to normal I think.
Taylor's perspective Nothing feels normal. I feel so numb. So stupid and empty.
We just leave in silence. Harry tries holding my hand, but I just pretend to not notice. I need to be alone.
We just walk to the car, get in and drive home. No words said and no questions asked. I'm sitting with my arms crossed. I was afraid I'd cry more, but I assume I'm out of tears.
This shouldn't affect me so much. It shouldn't matter. This is what's right for us. I know that. I'm just glad Harry doesn't know how I really feel, that would break me.
When we finally come home, I just go straight to bed. I want to sleep, sleep so I can't hear my own thoughts anymore. I want to just run away.
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