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 Taylor's still sleeping. It's far past 3, but she need all the sleep she needs, so I just let her be.
I spend the morning at the studio, recording some new songs for a solo project, so then Taylor will get some time for herself as well.
I know getting an abortion is really hard, but I hope she doesn't spend too much time thinking about this. It was just a fetus, and Taylor knows it's for the better. She swore she did.
When I return home in the evening, I look through the crack in the door, to check up on her. She's just sitting there, staring into nothingness. I feel bad for her but I don't understand what she wants me to do. There's really not much I can do.
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I open the door and walk towards her. I put my hand on her shoulder. "Are you hungry?" I ask her. She hasn't eaten since breakfast yesterday. She shakes her head slightly. "Taylor, please say something" I ask her desperately. She turns her head to me, not making eye contact. "I'd like to be alone for a while if that's okay." She says faintly. She's clearly been crying. "Alright." I tell her. Before walking out I notice she's been writing.
I quickly read it to myself before leaving the room quietly.
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I sit down by the piano, trying to get out some of my own feelings. Everything sounds so lonely. I pull out my lyric book from my back pocket. What I wrote in during the abortion is so depressive. I didn't even realise it when I wrote it.
I debate for a second if I'm going to play it out on the piano but I don't want Taylor to hear. I don't think it would exactly help her going through this.
I tell Taylor I "forgot" something in the studio, and head downtown to record the song.
Taylor's perspective
I didnt really catch what Harry was telling me, but I heard him leave. Coast is clear I guess.
I walk to the kitchen. I haven't bared being in Harry's company, it's torturing me being around him when I feel this way.
I consider making myself a cappuccino, but I find myself eating kids cereal. I'm so tired of acting so grown up. It's so tiring.
And Harry. I feel bad for being such a burden to him but I can't help it. I have nothing left over for him. I just want to cry, maybe even die.
I don't understand how people can just get an abortion. I feel so torn up, I'm exhausted both mentally and physically.
I think of what could have been. I was literally pregnant yesterday, and now I'm not. I can't seem to wrap my thoughts around it.
I consider calling Maya up, but I don't want to bother her, I should be able to handle this on my own.
I daydream about how things would have been with a baby. I think about names, maybe Chloe or Sam, or Sophia or Marcus. Maybe Harry would marry me.
This new thought hits me, I've never really thought about marrying him. It's definitely something I want to do, but what if he has the same thoughts about marriage as starting a family.
What if the abortion was his way in saying "I don't want to settle for you". I shake my head from this delusion. I'm thinking too much. I think im going mad.
I hear the key turning in the door and I return to my statue like state. I dread the second Harry will show up in the doorway, His desperate attempts at making conversation.
But it doesn't happen. I hear him walking up the stairs, I hear his steps right above me, he's in the office. Maybe he's gotten sick of me. I would if I was him.
I just stay seated by the window,wishing I was somewhere else. Anywhere else.
After a while I can hear Harry yelling. Into the phone I suppose. I can't pick up on exactly what, so I follow where he had walked just a little while before me. I stand by the door to the office, putting my ear against it.
"Seriously Cara! What were you thinking?!"
"No, why on earth would we tell the press about this? This is an extremely personal matter! You have absolutely no say in this."
My heart drops. The press. Cara told the press about the pregnancy.
I stand there shocked when the door suddenly opens. Harry is as surprised as me. We stand there for a split second, fear in my eyes. But then he just walks right past me. No words said. He just walks past me.
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