Things Fall Apart {Haylor}

Chapter 30

HARRY'S POV

I carried Taylor to the bed and laid her down gently. I didn't really know what to do. She fainted because she was thinking about what happened to her in Sam's house. But in real life nothing like that happened. There was no blood on her at all. It was all her imagination. And she let that imagination control her mind.

After pulling the covers over her body, I went downstairs to get a small tub of warm water and a wash cloth. I kicked our room door open lightly and walked beside the bed.

The fact that Taylor's condition has gotten that extreme, scared me. I knew I had to call a psychologist whether or not Taylor liked it. It was for her own good. I couldn't stand anymore of this behavior from her. It pains me to see her this way.

I placed the cloth in the lukewarm water and used it to wipe the blood stains off Taylor's arms. Thank god the scratches weren't that bad.

Taylor stirred a little and turned over to the other side, with her arms all sprawled out on the bed. I let out a small chuckle and brushed her fringe off her face. She looked so adorable even when she was asleep.

"You're so cute I can't even be mad that you keep having meltdowns..."

I sighed and looked at Taylor sleep for a while before I left the room. She needed her sleep anyways. So I took the time to find a psychologist for Taylor.

"Hello is this New York Presbyterian?"

"Hello sir...yes this is the New York Presbyterian. How may I help you?"

"Okay so...uh...my wife went through a traumatic experience recently and she hasn't really been the same since. She's been showing some weird behavior, imagining things, having uncontrollable emotions..I'm not planning on going into the details but I kinda need to find a professional who can help her. Maybe give her therapy?"

"Of course. We have many therapists who major in psychology here in New York Presbyterian. I'll give you an appointment with Doctor Howard on Monday at 3pm."

Thinking about how scared Taylor would be if the doctor was a male, I knew I had to request for someone else.

"Could you appoint my wife a female therapist? She's kinda uncomfortable with men."

There was some shuffling before the nurse returned to the line.

"Sure. You can see Doctor Chelsea, but she only has a slot on Tuesdays at 2pm. Are you and your wife able to make it?"

"Yea we're free on that day."

"Alright..thank you and have a great day."

"Thank you so much...and you too."

With that, I hung up and kept my phone in my pocket. Hopefully Taylor doesn't freak out on me for making her an appointment with a psychologist. I didn't even inform her about this.

All of a sudden there was a loud crash and Taylor was screaming.

"GET ME OUT! G- GET ME OUT!"

I ran upstairs as fast as my legs could possibly carry me. My hands fumbled on the door knob as I frantically twisted it. When I pushed the door open, I saw a broken lamp beside Taylor who was crying on the floor. What happened here?

"Babe?"

Taylor continued to sob into her knees that were close to her chest. I walked over to her and knelt down. She jumped into my embrace and held me tight. I sighed softly and placed a kiss on her forehead.

Slowly, her shaking became less vigorous and she calmed down slightly.

"I had a n- nightmare. Sam r- r- raped me...again..."