Things Fall Apart {Haylor}

Chapter 12

HARRY'S POV

I walked over to the dining table to pour myself another glass of alcohol. On my way there, I saw a very pale looking Taylor slowly making her way to get a cup of water. I frowned and watched as she attempted to pour the water, but failing as her shaky hands didn't have enough strength. She gave up and decided to go and sit on the couch before staring into space. Suddenly Selena's voice appeared in my head...

"Harry. I hope you think about your behavior...you yourself will know if you're treating Taylor right..."

I looked over at Taylor and my heart started to ache a little... It was only now that I realized how sad, how tired, how lifeless she looked. What pained me most was that I was actually the one who caused all that.

I don't even know why I started drinking. When did drinking become more important than my family? When did it become my whole life? I broke my promise to Taylor...

What are you talking about? Remember how free you felt when you started drinking? Remember how much happier you felt when you started drinking? Alcohol makes you feel better. It makes you forget about your troubles. Don't give up on alcohol Harry...

Yea..what am I talking about? Drinking is my number one priority...or is it?

I wasn't paying attention to where I was pouring the alcohol and it was spilling onto the ground.

"God damnit..."

There were footsteps and Taylor appeared beside me. She bent down and started cleaning the spilt drink.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm helping you..."

"I don't need your help."

I shoved her hand away but she still returned to help. Sighing, I turned to her and said.

"I said, I. Don't. Need. Your. Help."

Taylor looked up slowly and as soon as our eyes met, she turned away.

"O- okay.."

She got up from the floor and almost immediately after, she stumbled slightly. I frowned and stopped what I was doing.

"Taylor are you ok?"

She nodded slightly and turned around to walk to the living room. I watched as her legs suddenly gave way and she fell down.

"Jesus Christ Taylor..."

I ran to her side and bent down. Her face was completely drained from color and she looked like she was going to pass out.

"Are you ok?"

"I- I'm okay..."

"Do you want a glass of water?"

She hesitated for a moment then shook her head.

"I can get it myself.."

I shook my head and stopped her from getting up.

"It's alright I'll get it for you."

She nodded her head and I quickly got up to pour her a glass. As I was returning back to her, I saw her putting her hand on her forehead.

"Here you go."

I passed her the glass of water and she slowly reached out to take it. Her hands didn't look like they had enough energy to hold the glass so I held it for her.

"Thank you..."

"C'mon let's go upstairs to our room so you can rest."

I offered her a hand and she rejected it. Taylor tried to stand up on her own and after a while she managed to get up. She held onto the railings beside the stairs and I stood behind her, afraid that her legs might give way again.