I Wish You Would - A Haylor Fanfic

Chapter 5

 Taylor: 

The lights knock me off balance immediately, causing me to crumble from my position of hanging over the sink with my hands over my throbbing head, and face-plant straight onto the filthy floor.

I groan loudly before using my trembling arms to flip myself on my back, just to be blinded again by the lights above me. Surprisingly, I haven't blacked out completely yet, but the sudden bright lights do the trick, and I manage to curl up in a protective ball on the floor before my messed-up, drunken world goes pitch black, and the last thing I see is a blurry, masculine figure hanging over my now still body.

Harry:

My mouth gapes open as I stare beneath me at the very last thing I expected.

A messy, crumpled figure lies still on the dank floor, a gorgeous dress, shimmering gold and pink under the lights, is fanned out around her, and her short, blonde hair looks disheveled and messy around her head.

In her open hand lies an empty champagne bottle, along with what looks like a few smashed wine glasses around her. Of course I know who it is, but she looks almost unrecognisable from the girl I watched an hour ago giving her adorable acceptance speech.

Hesitantly, I take a small step towards her. All I can smell is alcohol, mixed in with her familiar perfume and the uncomfortable bathroom smell.

I drop silently to my knees as I reach her. Despite her untidy hair and makeup, and the fact that she's drunk and unconscious on the bathroom floor, I can't help but smile and feel, once again, like she's the most beautiful woman I've ever met.

Gingerly, I reach out a hand and lay it on her flushed cheek, gently tucking her golden hair behind her ear. I reach over her body and take the empty bottle from her hand.

I look at that hand, the silver nails glistening, and without hesitation, take it in my own. I squeeze it gently and realize I'd almost forgotten just how perfectly it fits in mine. I just wish her eyes were open, looking up at me, so I could see once again how they twinkle with innocence and life.

Standing up, I realise suddenly, I can't just leave Taylor here like this. I obviously need to do something. I consider getting Kendall, or even Calvin, to help with the situation, but I decide that would probably end badly.

So instead, I make the decision to ditch the show and the dozens of afterparties I'll be expected to attend tonight, and drive Taylor straight to my house. I can just make up a story for Kendall and hope she buys it...

Now the only thing left to do is figure out how to get Taylor out the back of the stadium, unseen of course, and into the car...

* * *

I'm still pondering on this thought when I hear a loud burst of laughter from not too far away. I freak out, immediately assuming it's the paparazzi ready to ambush us and destroy my plans to get Taylor home safely without ruining both of our careers in the process.

Panicking now, I leap towards the door, just slamming my body against it and switching off the lights in time for what turns out to be none other than Calvin Harris and his friends, waddling past with multiple beer bottles in hand. They've clearly also had a few too many to drink tonight. Nowhere near as much as Taylor though...

Just as I'm having that thought, a distressed groan rings through the bathroom. My eyes widen as I slowly turn my head back to the sink area behind me, just in time to see her blonde head rising in the dim light, her shaking hands both clutching it as she tries, unsuccessfully, to sit up. She moans painfully again, but this time it's followed by her turning her head to see me, standing with my back to the closed door. She squints at me, studying my face wearily.

"Hey... Taylor."

My voice sounds calm and a lot less shaky than I was expecting it to, so I keep talking, edging my way towards her.

"Don't freak, ok? You'll be, um, home soon. Just...don't move too much. We've just gotta find a way to get you outta here, alright?"

Her face shows signs of some sort of recognition at the sound of my voice, but she still looks more puzzled than I've ever seen her. I'm at her side now, and slowly kneel down beside her, for what's now the second time tonight.

She's closed her eyes now and leans back shakily, resting on her elbows. She looks as if she might pass out again any second, so I decide to take this opportunity and reach my hand out towards her face, stroking her cold cheek with the back of my hand. She leans her tired head against it for a short moment, before shuffling closer to me.

I let out a surprised gasp as she grips my shirt with both hands, three buttons undone as usual, and buries her face in it. My heart beats at a million miles a second simply because she's so close. I hear another groan, but its muffled by my shirt so it just sounds plain adorable. She tucks herself back into the same position she was in when I found her, and breathes deeply into my chest.

She lets me watch her beautiful body rise and fall with the rhythm of my heartbeat for a while, before her grip loosens on my shirt and she goes still. I wrap my arms tightly around her and kiss the top of her ruffled hair, before leaning back against the wall, my heart still threatening to beat right out of my chest.

I suddenly find myself smiling uncontrollably. The first truly genuine smile I've smiled in what feels like forever.

* * *

I can't help but think about how insanely lucky I ever was to be with a woman like Taylor, and instantly I'm cursing myself for ever losing her. I need to savour whatever time I get with her now.

As lovingly as I can, I place an arm around her back and slide one under her knees. I stand up shakily and lift Taylor's intoxicated, yet peaceful, body up with me, the sparkly material of her dress slippery on my arms. Her warmth radiates into me and I can faintly feel her steady heartbeat, soothing me.

As I walk out of the bathroom with Taylor in my arms, another burst of obnoxiously loud laughter ripples through the air. Taylor's blue eyes shoot open suddenly and she flashes me a worried look, like she thinks I'm putting her in danger. Obviously, it isn't just my voice that she recognizes...

I look back at her, as she continues to stare intently at me. She must sense that I'm not going to hurt her because she soon settles back into her place in my arms with her eyes closed, her head pressed against my chest. I try taking a step and it's surprisingly easy, so I make it out of the bathroom with no trouble. Now comes the tricky bit.

I edge my way forwards warily, my back against the wall. Getting louder and louder, I can hear Nicki Minaj on stage, expertly maneouvering her way through the second verse of Anaconda. As I get to the edge of the stadium, I know I'm going to have to make sure nobody at all sees me, which will be difficult as there are pretty much cameras filming the show from every corner of the arena at all times.

Feeling the panic rise in my throat, I scan the crowd, and swiftly duck when Selena lifts her eyes in my direction. After a couple of seconds of intense waiting, I rise to my feet again and see Selena is now occupied talking to Niall. I wonder whats going on there...?

When I glance all around me and see nothing but the never-ending sea of crazed fans screaming Nicki's name at the top of their lungs, I make a break for it. I run like I've never run before, which, trust me, isn't easy when a woman you love lies cold and still in your arms.