"Y---" Taylor was cut off when Alison came to her. Alison hugged her legs while Harry came forward. He backed away when he saw Taylor. She turned but Louis and said, "We'll talk."
She then, bent her knees on the floor to face Alison. "Hey, what's going on?" She asked. Taylor easily recognized that look of fear from Alison and one of her thoughts was it's about Harry.
"Can we please go up to our room?" Alison asked.
"Al--"
"Tay--""Shhh." Taylor shut both Harry and Louis and looked at Alison. She understands why, but she won't come between Alison and her father. "We can't, princess. Daddy is here, he's here to talk to you. So why don't you?"
"O-Okay." Alison said before walking towards Harry. Louis also gestured that the father and daughter talk in the living room. Taylor didn't look at Harry, she was too guilty of the fact that two nights ago, they kissed. The thought made her so nauseous, her head spun again. Still, she managed. . . She stood up again and faced Louis.
"Now can we talk?" Louis asked, a but tensed and frustrated about the fact that Taylor still haven't answered his question when he badly needed it.
"Yes." Taylor replied.
"So did I--"
"Would you?" Taylor asked, because that's the thing, he wouldn't do anything like what he's thinking of. She's his best friend, he wouldn't harm her.
Louis ran his fingers through his hair, still with the look of frustration on his face. "No, I wouldn't." He said. "But Taylor I was drunk, I wouldn't know what I was doing."
Taylor's vision was starting to black out, she started seeing black dots in her vision and they're multiplying by the second, yet she still tried answering. "Don't fuss yourself with this. You wouldn't. . . that's it."
Louis was staring at her, she knew he was seeing her tired eyes and paler face. She wasn't really feeling good. "Excuse me, Lou. Can you handle the day for a while? I'm kind of feeling awful." Taylor said, quite more honestly than anything she have ever said since earlier.
"Yeah you do look awful. I'll accompany you--"
"No." Taylor snapped, her voice was slightly loud. She then, looked down and softly said, "I-I can do it. Handle your visitor." She smiled slightly and walked towards the stairs.
She passed through Alison and Harry who were sitting at the bottom of the stairs. Nauseous as she is, Taylor still managed to smile and greet them. . . "Hey, princess." She said and without looking at him, she added, "Harry."
Taylor slightly regretted that, not because she didn't get a response from Harry, but because her voice sounded really soft. To be fair, she wasn't really feeling well, she's feeling so cold, yet she didn't want to show it to anyone. Slowly but surely, she made it up the stairs and into the bedroom. She closed the door behind her and sunk to her bed. I cannot be feeling this way. This cannot be happening. Not now, not to me.
Seemed like a good sleep was all it took. After a couple of hours, Taylor woke up, her room is too dark she could barely see a thing, she turned the lights on and sat on her bed. She felt much better than earlier but honestly, she couldn't do anything about the bruises. For a while, she just sat there, thinking about the stuff that had happened for the past few days, they were complicated as hell, but she knew she'll miss being around Alison and Louis. Maybe not the whole time together but most of them. There were some parts she didn't like that much.

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