Holy Ground (Tayvin fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Stupid world.
Stupid guys.
Stupid love.
STUPID EVERYTHING!
I wanted to scream and pound my fist into the rocks. I wanted to cry till I built a river and I wanted to eat tubs of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream. I wanted to sit in the dark and watch sad chick flicks and fall into a deep depression. But, most of all, I wanted Harry to come back.
Harry and I had been dating for three months and it was beyond amazing. We did everything together, and he always spoiled me. He even got me a paper airplane necklace to match the one he had. But then after New Year's, things took a turn for the worst. We were always arguing over little things and we were both so unhappy. Eventually, Harry had decided he had enough and left; leaving me on my own with nobody to turn to. I loved him so much, and even though we fought, I wanted to make it work. But, apparently Harry didn't.
So, now, here I am by this damn waterfall, wondering what I did to make the boy I love leave. And as I sat there crying, I noticed a shadow blocking me from the sunlight that warmed my skin. I looked up and saw a very attractive man, a few years old than me, with blue eyes that any girl could get lost in.
"You alright there, love?" he asked, voice laced with concern. I picked up on a slight accent. Was it Scottish?
I wiped a tear away before responding. "Oh yeah, just peachy." He laughed at my sarcasm and sat down beside me.
"Well, what's wrong? A pretty girl like you shouldn't be sittin' alone, crying."
I turned to face him. "Look, I'm really not in the mood to be hit on right now. So, if you could just leave me alone, that would be fantastic." He raised in hands in mock surrender.
"Woah, calm down there, cupcake. I wasn't trying anything on you. Is it now considered wrong to make sure a beautiful young lady is alright?" A small smirk made its way onto his face and I couldn't help but roll my eyes in response. Can't this guy just leave me alone? I'm obviously not in the mood to talk.
"Not to be rude or anything, but can you please leave? I just really want to be alone to think right now." I silently prayed that he would agree and just leave. I couldn't take any human interaction.
"I'll make you a deal: if you come get some ice cream with me, and you hate hanging out with me, I promise I'll leave you alone."
At the mention of ice cream, a small, almost unnoticeable smile, made its way onto my face.
"I'm free to bail whenever?" I asked him. He simply nodded in response.
I contemplated his offer for a minute before deciding that I could really use the ice cream, and the distraction.
"Ok, fine. Let's go." We both stood up and I brushed the dirt off my butt that was bound to be there. Pulling my coat tighter around me, I walked with this guy who I didn't even know the name of.
"Hey, so I never caught your name." I casually stated as we walked along the sidewalk, bundled in warm clothes to protect us from the February weather.
"Adam Wiles. And yourself?"
"Taylor. Taylor Swift."
"That's a beautiful name." he said, glancing over at me. I shook my head and chuckled, looking to the ground. This guy is such a flirt!
Eventually, we made it to the ice cream parlor and I was instantly greeted by the warm air from within. I looked around and noticed the place was deserted; I guess we were the only two people crazy enough to get ice cream in forty-degree weather.
We both walked up to the counter and an older lady greeted us with a warm smile. I quickly wiped away the tear stains from my cheeks and plaster a fake smile on my face, to appear as if everything was fantastic.
"Hello, what can I get for you two?"
"A double scoop of chocolate marshmallow ice cream with Oreo cookies and rainbow jimmies please." Adam said without even looking at the menu. The woman nodded and looked at me.
"And for you, darling?"
"Um...I'll take a double scoop of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream with chocolate syrup and extra cookie dough bits, please." The woman nodded and walked into the kitchen to make our orders.
"Feel free to sit wherever!" she called, over her shoulder.
Adam lead me to a booth that was next to a window. I sat down and he sat across from me. Instead of trying to make conversation, I just looked blankly out the window, trying to not let Harry take over my thoughts.
"So, um, if you don't mind me asking, why were you crying back there at the waterfall?" Adam asked, playing with his hands in his lap as if he was nervous to ask me.
"Let's just say, my Facebook status is changing to single."
He looked at me with sympathy in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Taylor. Do you want to talk about it?" And the truth was, I did want to talk to someone about it. I wanted to let go of the weight that was pressing on my chest, making it hard for me to breathe properly.
"I was dating this guy named Harry. He and I had been together for three months, but eventually, everything fell apart. We were fighting and he was drinking and it... it was really bad. He turned into a totally different person. Yesterday, he decided he was done with me and broke up with me over a text to my friend. And then, somehow, I ended up in front of the waterfall." Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes but I pushed them back. I'd cried way too much for someone who doesn't give a fuck about me anymore.
"He's a douche, you know that? I can't believe he didn't try and fight for you! And he shouldn't have been drunk off his ass either! You deserve so much better than that, Taylor." He paused a moment before continuing, "He didn't... he didn't hit you did he? While he was drunk?" I instantly cast my gaze to my lap. Was it that obvious? Was I the only one who couldn't see Harry in his natural light?
"Once," I admitted. "We were at a club and he was drunk as usual. We were fighting because he had accused me of cheating on him with my neighbor. I told him he was ridiculous, mainly because my neighbor was a girl and I am definitely not a lesbian. He didn't listen though. He just got angrier and angrier and then, eventually, he snapped. He hit me right across the face, with a lot of force too. I had a bruise for almost a week." Looking at Adam and saw his face full of anger. Why on Earth would I tell him that? I'd never told anyone that before and I'd only known him for a few minutes!
"Taylor, it was a blessing that he left you. Never doubt that for a second. Any guy who has the nerve to hit a woman should be thrown in jail for the rest of their lives."
"I don't know... maybe I deserved it." I said quietly, mainly to myself, but, by the small gasp from Adam, I knew he heard me. Before he could respond, the lady came back with our ice creams. We both smiled at her in thanks and she walked back to the kitchen.
As I stared down at my ice cream, I heard Adam softly say my name. I looked up at him and he took one of my hands in his across the table.
"Taylor Swift, you only deserve the very best that the world has to offer."