So do you love me? Taylor York Fanfic

• Chapter 46 •

Yes, this is sad. And yes, I need help with this.

I'm really torn between ending this here, or carrying on for a happy ending. I don't know. Could y'all comment or something to let me know?
Anyway, have a great day 💝❣️

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I sit on my balcony with my hands limply clasped in my lap, eyes transfixed on the empty, blue sky, just completely numb. There's no way to explain this emptiness in me; there are no tears, no form of any anger, not even confusion - nothing. My mind is completely focused on one thing, and that thing only.

Those photos.

My phone lies facedown on the small table in front of me, that tweet concealed from my view. It took me a while to realise what they were but when I did, I couldn't fucking forget them. This stupid tweet has been shared hundreds of times as it's what fanbases do - update people.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip without a thought and my hands clench as I picture... Why? Why, for what reason, would he? Maybe he rekindled something with her. Yes. He loves her after all they've been through and couldn't wait to see her again.

I snatch my phone to rid the images from my screen, yet I hesitate, frozen. My eyes fix on Taylor's hand over Baylie's at some social gathering, the two laughing at something. It's in Taylor's house, I know it, but it's a small group of people in such a big room.

Does Taylor still have feelings for her, even after what I know from Hayley? Of course, Wednesday, or they wouldn't be holding hands. You seriously are naïve in so many-

My inner voice is drowned out by my ringtone, a shrill ringing, and a picture of Hayley flashes on my screen. I hear a loud rushing of blood in my ears as my heart beats frantically. My thumb hovers over the green button, unsure, but I give in and tap it. I raise the phone to my ear and say hello, my tone oddly strained.

"I know you've seen them," She states, a hint of pity to her voice. My hand squeezes the phone tighter at her sentence. Inhaling, she sighs, "But it's not what you-"

"Think?" I cut in. I turn back to the sky but my vision is blurred by hot tears. They prickle uncomfortably and I wish I wasn't - I don't want to show how broken this makes me feel.

"Wednesday, I was there. It was merely a friendly touch, nothing more. It only lasted a few seconds."

"Sure, exes casually hang out after a terrible break up and hold hands. I must not know that as I've only had one semi-serious relationship." I laugh but with a cold, harsh tone adding an edge to my sarcasm. Something warm pelts against my bare leg so I glance down to see it's a tear. Scrunching my eyes closed, I tell myself to cut out the crying.

Hayley draws in a shaky breath and I know she's crying, too. I immediately regret my words but don't care to apologise as my anger burns the sympathy away, replacing it with a fire in my veins.

"Please, Wednesday, please believe me. I-I asked him afterwards! He didn't even noticed it to be romantic in the slightest, just a small gesture in the conversation." She rambles, clawing at anything to calm me. But I see it. I've already made my decision on it.

"He made me promise to not toy with him!" I grind out. More tears stream down my cheeks, now caused by pain. I let out a sob, my shoulders shaking, as I recall what I had with Taylor, especially in Greece. I can almost smell his cologne and my stomach twists.