Things Fall Apart {Haylor}

Chapter 6

HARRY'S POV

"Sir?"

I felt someone call me and I opened my eyes, realizing I fell asleep waiting for Taylor.

"Huh?"

"Mrs Styles has been moved to room 407...you can go see her now."

The nurse said and gave me a slight smile. I thanked the nurse and she led me to Taylor's room. Slowly, I pushed the door open, only to see Taylor laying there with color drained from her face. Tears started streaming down my cheeks again.

"I'm here Tay..."

I whispered as I sat on the chair beside her bed and held onto her cold hand. Her fingertips were still blue, but not as blue as before. Leaning down, I gently laid a kiss on her hand that was intertwined with mine. The oxygen mask was still covering her nose and mouth, and I sighed. What exactly happened to her?

The door swung open revealing the doctor and I smiled at him as he made his way towards Taylor's bed.

"Hello Mr Styles...we did some tests earlier on and it's confirmed that what your wife experienced was indeed a severe panic attack. It was partially the cause of her chest pains. Oxygen couldn't be pumped to other parts of her body fast enough, and therefore she felt breathless. luckily we managed to calm her down and she's fine right now."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank god..."

He was about to leave the room when I suddenly thought of something I needed to ask.

"Uh...Doctor?"

"Yes?"

He stopped and turned around to face me.

"Don't mind me asking...but does Taylor have a record for anxiety issues?"

I asked and the doctor scratched the back of his head.

"I think you have to ask your wife about that personally..."

I nodded and thanked him once again. Did Taylor really have anxiety? Why didn't she tell me? Before I could think any further, I felt Taylor stir from her sleep. My hand held onto hers and I watched as her eyes fluttered open.

"Hey baby..."

"W- where am I?"

"You're in the hospital.."

She frowned and tilted her head to the side, looking at me with pure confusion on her face.

"You were having an anxiety attack..."

"Oh."

I gave her a sad smile and brushed her overgrown bangs to the side. There was an awkward long pause and I decided to break the silence.

"Taylor...why didn't you tell me you suffer from anxiety?"

My hand squeezed on hers tighter as I talked about the touchy topic. She looked down and tried to avoid eye contact with me, but I lifted her chin up with my fingers. She stared at me for a few seconds before suddenly breaking down and sobbing uncontrollably into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her shaking body and rubbed her back.

"I- I'm so s- sorry...I d- didn't mean to k- keep this from y- you."

Her fingers clenched onto my shirt, making that part of the material crumpled. I kissed to side of her head as I rocked her back and forth.

"Shh...it's okay. I'm not mad..."

Taylor was crying so hysterically that I was afraid she'd have another panic attack.