Things Fall Apart {Haylor}

Chapter 13

TAYLOR'S POV

It's been bad. Really bad. I've gotten a little over two hundred texts and calls from the person. I was in such deep thought that I didn't even notice Harry tapping on my shoulder.

"Huh?"

"You were staring into space...what's wrong?"

"N- nothing..."

He nodded and brushed it off, returning his attention to the tv. Suddenly I felt like throwing up again. My feet brought me to the toilet and I bent down over the toilet bowl to vomit. There were footsteps coming towards the door and I looked to my right to see Harry standing there with a worried look on his face.

"Taylor are you sure you're okay? You've been feeling sick for the past few days..."

"I'm alright...I'm pretty sure I just ate something bad."

He walked over and helped me stand up. I brushed my teeth and got out of the toilet and into our room to get my phone. But when I looked down at it, I felt the adrenaline rush through my body once again. It was the same person.

<unknown number>
Oh my dear Taylor...you seem pretty sick.

My eyes widened in fear as I looked around the room to check again. How did the person know I wasn't feeling well? Is he...spying on me? I quickly closed the curtains and anything that could possibly let me be seen through. Harry frowned and asked.

"Taylor what are you doing?"

"I..I was uh...the sun was very glaring so I closed the curtain."

I lied and he bought it, before looking over to my phone. I turned the screen away from him and moved a step away.

"There's something called privacy.."

He sighed and nodded. Then he made his way out of the room, back onto his couch to watch tv. I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. After much consideration, I decided to text back.

<from Taylor>
What do you want?

<unknown number>
Everything. That includes you sweetheart.

I cringed as I read the message. I was so confused and paranoid. Who the fuck is this person and what does he want from me?

After I was certain that I've closed every window and curtains, I went back downstairs. But my heart stopped when I saw a couple of bottles on the table. There Harry was, slumped over the couch drinking again.

To think that he was finally showing some care and concern towards me...it was just a one time thing. He's not going to change is he? No. I've had enough. I need my husband back. I need him back.

I walked over and forced the glass bottle out of his hand. He frowned and turned to me.

"Give it backkk!"

Harry slurred and reached for the bottle.

"No Harry...you need to stop drinking! You've been doing this for a month...I need you to come back..."

I put the hand that was holding the bottle behind my back, not letting him take it. Harry flung his arms around and stood up. His eyes turned dark as he started walking closer to me.

"Give. It. To. Me."

"N- no..."

Every step that he took forward, I took a step backward. I was starting to get a little scared... Harry kept getting closer and closer to until my back hit the wall. I was trapped.