Can we do it all over again?

Touch my girlfriend?

Taylor's POV.

I gulped the glass of water , he was holding a donut in his hand standing in front of me.

"What the hell happened to your neck...ohh ...ohh ......FUCK" it's like he cared about my neck but then realised instantly.

He quickly placed his hand on his forehead, and I felt like killing myself, he doesn't have to see all this. I want to kill myself or at least hide somewhere or cover up all the bruises he gave me.

He was shaking his head lightly, standing still. I was too focused on him before.......

"WHYY!" His loudest voice I ever heard, making my hand slip the glass in my hands. And the donut in his hand slammed to the wall he has thrown it to.

For a moment he changed his focus to the pieces of glass shattered but then again he glared at me.

"Just tell me why? Because kimberly was here? You do realize there is a difference in sitting with her and having sex with her in some stupid hotel room, drunk" his voice loud all the time.

."Harry I..." I sobbed.

"FUCK TAYLOR! Don't start on tears, they don't even matter now, cry as much as you want to. I don't give a fucking shit at this moment"

I stayed silent, trying to lower my sobs.

"I was fucking worried here and my girlfriend was sleeping with another man. Gawd it's so hard to believe" he rubbed his temple and then his eyes.

He walked closer to me.

"Little do you know, you smell like shit. And get out of here I want to sleep" his voice lower but harsher.

I did as he ordered and left the room, but the door was open. I sat on the couch, searching for answers. After some hours I realised I really smelled bad. Really bad.

I walked back in to get my clothes and take a shower, his eyes were closed, I hope he's actually sleeping as peacefully as it seems like. I grabbed my clothes and went inside the shower, it was a long and relaxing one. Making me feel better. My dizziness and headache slowed down by it.

When I came out dressed in new clothes, I made sure to cover my whole neck with the scarf, he won't have to be reminded every time he looks at me. I didn't even look at mirror myself, I was scared to do so.

I walked towards the door and sat on the floor beside him, he was facing me, one hand resting on his side the other under his face, he almost looked like a two year old, a smile came on my lips after what felt like years. His face was so close to me, really close. I wanted to kiss it so bad.

He's sleeping right? He won't even know?

I quickly lifted my self up, my whole weight on my knees, I moved my face forward just inches away from him, I was ready to kiss his cheek.

"don't" his voice made me almost jump back, and I sat back in my old position.

"I was just...,"

"Told you to get out, didnt I? Go out" at this moment he opened his eyes but didnt look at me.

"Harry please listen to me" tears took over my eyes again.

"Hiding it won't make a difference in reminding me about it, the view of your neck haunted me in my sleep" his voice was so calm, not even slightly raised as before, I wish it can stay this way, at least I will be able to reply. He was looking at my neck but still refused to look at my face.

"I know, I don't ask you to forget it, i just want you to be with me, you can beat the crap out of me for this thing but I am sorry"

He slowly got up and sat on the bed, I didn't like it because his face got so much away from mine.