❤️ King of my heart 💛

2 months 2 long

Taylors POV

"I guess if I'm too much of a hassle I'll just stay in New York" I say running out of the kitchen, Travis quick on my heels.

"Taylor that's not what I said" he calmly says following me up the stairs and into our bedroom.

He watches me pack a bag with clothes, and anything else I might need.

"Taylor you can just run, we agreed we would never run. You can't run. Please.." Travis murmurs with tears in his eyes.

I completely ignore him, too engulfed in my fit of rage to care.

I grab my bag and walk down the stairs, Travis still following me as I grab the keys to a car and open the front door. Before I can step out and leave, Travis grabs my wrist, causing me to spin around and look at him.

I look at his tear soaked face and he looks at my emotionless expression. After a minute or two I yank my arm out of his hold and storm down the porch steps, hitting the unlock button and seeing what car beeps.

"Baby please." Travis whispers, staying on the porch watching me leave.

I ignore his request once again and haul my stuff into the car, getting in the drivers seat and backing down the driveway.

I look over at Travis now squatting down, his hands covering his mouth and his active tears very present, shunning in the moonlight.

As I pull down our street I realize what I've done. It's too late to go back. Travis doesn't want me back now. I try to remind myself, becoming a mess of tears and snot as I drive to the airport. I called and charted a flight to New York once I had gotten in the car.

I pull onto the tarmac, tossing my keys to my security guard and grabbing my bag, hurrying onto the plane so no paparazzi could picture me like this.

I pay my pockets down until I find the one with my phone and pull it out.

Trying to find someone to call but it's kinda hard to see anything through the tears in my eyes.

I click call on Brittney's contact and wait for her to pick up.

"Tay?" I hear and feel a wave of relief rush over me just hearing someone else's voice.

"Britt I left." I say through sobs as my plane gets ready to take off.

"What?" She says confused.

"I left the house, me and Travis were fighting and I just left, I'm going to New York. What the fuck am I doing Britt. I can't leave Travis." I say taking constant breaks in between words to cry.

"Oh baby, you can still come back." She says and I shake my head.

"He won't want me." I say and wait for a response.

"Brittney?" I say after a few seconds of silence. I pull the phone away from my ear and see the call has failed.

"Fuck!" I scream out, crying even harder.

Travis's POV

"Taylor." I sob, sitting down on the front porch, hearing the sound of her car driving off in the distance.

She couldn't leave. She promised she never would, she promised me in her vows. We have only been married for a year or so. We promised neither of us would ever run in a fight. But she just did. This isn't the end of Tayvis. It can't be.

I call the only person I know is still awake.

"Hello?" Patrick says from the other side of the phone.