One Wish At A Time

Chapter 3: The Meeting

Shit. Shit. Shit. After I heard Harry's voice, I couldn't respond and when Taylor shot me a questioning look and I silently handed her my phone. I saw her freeze like I did and then choke out an "Okay, we'll be there." Harry said some more and Taylor looked at me, she looked scared? Guilty? I don't know but I guess it doesn't matter- Noah was hurt and I wasn't able to help him. I start walking back to the bakery for shelter from the rain. 

Suddenly, I felt someone shaking me, "Sam, what are we going to do?" Taylor asked, referring to the car. Ah the icing to the cake, how could I forget? "Shit." I simply said because quite honestly, no other word could describe my feelings at the moment. I went back into my own mental coma, and I guess Taylor noticed because she sighed deeply, "I can ask Ian to pick us up?" 

I blankly nod and she tries his number, but he doesn't pick up. Of course. One look at Ian told me he was trouble, wow now I sound like Taylor Swift. I don't like Taylor Swift either. I don't like anyone. Except Noah, obviously. Well didn't that escalate quickly? Anyways, how did I not know he was being bullied until yesterday? I promised myself so many times that I'd give him a better childhood than my own but what do I fucking do? Let him go through the same exact fucking thing. I'm a great mother, aren't I? 

"Okay Sam, you really need to help me. I know you're going through a lot but please." Taylor pleads. 

"I'm calling Trevor, he'll help me." I say with more conviction than I actually have. Taylor looks at me skeptically but I call anyways. On the second ring he picks up, "Hello?" I clear my throat awkwardly, "Hi Trevor, it's me Sam. I know this is a lot to ask but my son is hurt and I'm locked out of my car and I really need to get him and I have no one else to ask other than you. I'd be so grateful if you could help me out but I know you're probably busy. Actually, never mind, forget it, I'll get a cab. Bye-" 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Sam, slow down. If you actually stopped talking and listened then you'd know that I will help, where are you?" He interrupts. 

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much. We're at the North entrance of the mall. Is it too far? This means so much, thank you." I blurt. 

"I'll be there in 10 minutes, stay put and no problem hun." He says sweetly and hangs up. When I get off the phone I see Tay staring intently at her phone, texting someone. I know it's none of my business but curiosity gets the best of me, "Who're you texting, Tay?" She looks up, a bit startled before nervously chuckling at which I narrow my eyes, "No one Sam but is Trevor coming?" I nod and say, "I just hope he doesn't mind if his car gets a bit wet." 

"So about Harry..." Taylor starts, hesistantly. 

I interrupt her, "Taylor, not now, I can't really comprehend much more than the fact Noah is hurt." She nods and her worried expression mirrors mine. Tay and Noah have always been really close and she's honestly like a second mother to him. 

Ten minutes later, just as Trevor had said, his black car drives up to where we're standing. Teeth chattering, I get in the passenger seat as Tay gets in the back. "Thank you so-"I begin again. "Sam, it's honestly fine, I understand how worried you must be about your son. Just calm down." Wow, he didn't even give a second look at his now-wet car seats. Does he have to be so god damn sweet? 

"So um, where do we have to go again?" Trevor asks. Shit, I forgot to ask, maybe Taylor did? 

"Oh uh, I'll tell you the directions." Taylor says, nonchalantly. 

"Wait Taylor, how do you know the directions?" I ask, tilting my head and a look shock takes over her face before her usual lazy smile comes back, "Harry told me, it isn't too far." I see Trevor cock his eyebrows slightly at the mention of Harry. Everyone knew about us and I'm sure he was wondering if we were talking about the Harry or not.