Things Fall Apart {Haylor}

Chapter 22

A/N: I didn't want to leave you guys hanging for too long so without further to do, LET'S GET STARTED
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HARRY'S POV

I slammed the door behind me and sighed in frustration. Taylor and I have been fighting a lot recently. I'm so stressed from work and she's always hiding things from me. I'm already so bummed by the fact that she hid her pregnancy from me last time. Now, I find out that she's been receiving the texts months ago...it's just very frustrating.

But Harry after all, she's still your wife...you shouldn't have picked a fight with her earlier.

I know. But I was really upset about it. Now I'm beginning to regret yelling at her. Clearly she didn't mean to hide it from me, she had a reason. I shouldn't have scolded her and made her cry.

I waited and waited...but she didn't come up to the room. I looked down at my watch only to realize it was already 9pm. Was she afraid to come upstairs? My feet brought me to the door and I opened it, walking downstairs to apologize.

"Taylor?"

I looked around the house for her but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Taylor where are you?"

I was met by a long whiff of silence yet again. A frown grew on my face. Where was she? I searched the living room, kitchen, music room, toilets. But still nothing. My heart started beating faster and faster. Did she runaway from home?

But her clothes are still here. She can't possibly run away without anything.

I reached into my pocket and dialed Taylor's number. It went straight to voicemail. She turned her phone off.

Calm down Harry she's probably just still mad at you. She'll come back home tomorrow. It's getting late...you should get some sleep.

I sighed and walked back up to bed. Taylor never sleeps anywhere but here at home with me...I wasn't too sure if she was safe or not sleeping somewhere outside. But I decided to shrug that feeling off. She'll be fine. I'll see her tomorrow and it'll all be fine. Right?

If only I knew I was far from being right.

TAYLOR'S POV

I slowly opened my eyes but squeezed them back together when I felt a sharp pain at the back of my neck. It took me a second to realize my hands tied to the arms of a chair and my legs to the others.

It wasn't a nightmare. It was real. Memories started flashing brought my head as I tried to remember what happened.

I was running, crying. When I reached the driveway to my house, someone caught me. It was him. He forced a blindfold over my eyes and tied my hands together before knocking me out.

Before I knew it, I was shaking with fear and tears started pouring out of my eyes. Where was I? Who kidnapped me? Where's Harry?

"S- somebody h- help me..."

The room was pitch black. That was until the door swung open and the lights were turned on. I jumped up in fear and sunk in deeper into the chair I was tied to (if that's even possible)

"Well well well...look who's awake."

The masked man walked closer to me and I could feel my heart beat faster and faster. I squirmed around in the chair and ignored the burning from the friction between my wrists and ankles against the chair. Tears burned my eyes and I didn't bother holding them back.