A Cup of Fate

26th Phase: Of Tea and Talks

a/n: this chapter is dedicated to @maggiec0810 :) She has been reading this story since the day I posted this up until now. xx She's one heck of a reader. Thank you for your undying support on my story. 

26th Phase: Of Tea and Talks

Taylor’s POV

In life, everything is a choice. What we do, what we want our life to be, what we want to see, what we want to feel; these are all measured by our decisions. Our decisions depict our lives. Our lives depend on our decisions. So, these decisions must be thought out- analyze, even- dissect every part of it in order to make sure we really made the right choice.

As of now, I have been in a terrible place, going back and forth on my train of thoughts. It isn’t as easy as you think it is. Deciding is never a simple task. As I meddle through my thoughts, waiting for answers, my phone vibrated from the polished mahogany desk of my 5-star suite hotel room in LA. I sluggishly picked up the phone only to see Harry’s face blinking on the screen. I caught myself smiling at the sight of his picture. At this point, just seeing a photo of him is enough for me.

We haven’t seen each other for a couple of days now; not since after I bailed out on him on our dinner-date that I planned, by the way. I was so damn mad with myself. I let Harry be alone in the restaurant, waiting for me to come- but I didn’t come. I have cancelled yet another dinner plan and the worse thing is I made him look like a stupid fool waiting for someone who doesn’t have intentions to go. He wasn’t mad, though. He was just hurt. That’s what he said to me. He told me that maybe we should lay off with the dinner plans and maybe we should both just try our best to have time together other than dinner.

The sad part of this is that none of us tried. We didn’t make an effort to spend time with each other. I was too scared to bail out on him again and I guess he got tired. I think we’re both drifting apart. I haven’t spoken with him for a week now and seeing him calling is like a light in the middle of a dark storm.

“Hello,” I mumbled softly, answering the call.

“Hey,” He greeted back. Just the sound of his hoarse voice is like music to my ears; it soothes everything in place. “How are you doing?” He asked in the most thoughtful way.

“I’m good, I guess.” I replied giving a weak emphasis on the ‘I guess’ part.

“Are you still busy with work?” His voice was flat. I can sense the pathos in his voice, but at the same time he was dead beat of it all.

“I’m always busy, Harry.” I said with a soft but an indifferent chuckle at the end. For a good couple of seconds, no one spoke. I can hear the background noise in his place. He’s playing his own song; a One Direction song. He always does that whenever he misses the other boys. “I miss you.” I finally let the words slip from my mouth. I pressed my eyelids firmly together, as I drew a fraught breath.

“I miss you too.” He said faintly.

As the time passes by, thoughts are flooding my mind. I’m still not sure why he called. There are just two obvious reasons why he would call right now. One, he misses me so bad. Two, he wants to end this thing. By the sound of his voice, I’m guessing it’s number two- but I do hope he won’t. Please don’t let it be number two, especially not in a phone call.

“Why did you call?” I asked. I was afraid to ask that question just like I am afraid of his answer.

“I just called to tell you I’ll be leaving in 3 days. Tour’s coming up and Paul has been calling me to go back for rehearsals and other things.” He said in an undertone. I hauled a huge and needy sigh. I was relieved he didn’t tell me he’s giving up on us. “And maybe before I go, we could probably eat lunch together?” It wasn’t a statement, but more of a question. We both know how busy I was and an abrupt lunch date is impossible.