I Wish You Would - A Haylor Fanfic

Chapter 6

Taylor:

The loud pounding in my head eventually knocks me back into consciousness. Groaning in pain, I open my eyelids and stretch my arms out above me. Suddenly I find myself, yet again, staring into a mirror with my own confused reflection staring back.

Dark bags underline my tired eyes and most of my lipstick has rubbed clean off. I look pale and unwell so I turn away and try to focus on figuring out what the hell has happened, but my head quickly starts to throb intensely when I do, so I soon give up.

A loud engine purring disturbs my thoughts and a jerking motion sends my head into buzzing confusion, I squeeze my eyes shut and curl up, hugging my knees to my chest, willing myself to stay conscious long enough to find out where I am and who put me here.

Just as I open my eyes again, I see the door, (ah, I'm in someones car?), open noisily and a tall figure slides an overflowing bag of groceries in next to me, before their dark head ducks under the roof and they plop down next to me.

I blink at them as they buckle their seatbelt and murmur something I don't catch to the person in the driver's seat. I'm still staring when they turn to face me, returning my confused look with a cute, oddly recognizable smirk, emerald eyes twinkling.

"Morning, sweetheart. Enjoyed your little nap, have you?"

His soft, British accent sounds incredibly familiar.

"I've just been in Walmart. Got some food for the ride back. You've missed at least half of it so we'll be back before you know it, alright?"

The realisation of who it is, chattering away to me like we haven't spent a day apart, causes me to gasp loudly, but before I can say a word, the pain in my head increases to an unimaginable level. I wince and clutch my pounding head, squeezing my eyes shut in an attempt to control the stars dancing before my eyes.

Harry immediately slides in closer to me, protectively pulling me towards his warm chest and wrapping his arms around me in a bear hug.

"Night, Swifty."

He whispers.

It's like he knows my vision's already started to turn black.

* * *

Harry:

Rain starts to descend, the small, clear drops bouncing off the windows just as Taylor's peaceful eyes drift closed. The steady patter keeps her asleep as I look over and see her in the seat next to me, her figure looking so fragile and small, her head leant against the window.

A small part of me wishes we could just stay like this forever. No interruptions. No distractions. Just me, her, and the rain; peaceful and calm. Sitting back, I soon let the steady motion of the car send me to join Taylor in a light snooze.

* * *

In what I assume is only a few minutes later, I'm woken by the sound of Taylor's airy voice, sounding weak and worked up. Confused, I glance over at her. She's still in the same curled up position she was in when she blacked out, and her eyes are still closed. Odd.

I lean in towards her, listening for what she says next.

"If I'm going to stay with you, you need to stop saying those- those things."

I gasp and move backwards. Is Taylor...arguing with someone in her sleep? My heart flips in my chest. Could it be... Calvin? Is this something that happens when she's awake? But she loves him, doesn't she? The questions are endless as I continue to watch her intently.

A small, irritating part of my mind keeps tugging at me, telling me that Taylor never liked Calvin, that she'd take the first opportunity to leave him. I shake away the thought and tell myself that I need to stop fantasising. That's when she speaks again.

"No, this is the last time I'm telling you."

A few seconds pass.

"I wish you would stop being so mean!"

I blink, taken aback.

"Of course I'd rather go with him than with you. You're always trying to put people in a bad mood!"

A couple more seconds.

"Who hurt you? Why are you so bitter? Just leave me alone and don't be such a cynic, or I'll leave for good this time."

Her cute, American accent bounces off the sides of the car, echoing back and hitting me in the face again.

"You're not sorry. You say that every time, and it's never true. You- you'll never change."

I blink a few times, frantically trying to process what I've just heard. Surely this is a sign that Taylor isn't in love with Calvin like everyone thinks she is...? Although she's still sound asleep, her soft hands have formed into tight fists, and a look of agitation has taken over her pale face.

What Taylor says next sends my heart racing.

"Harry was never like this... ever,"

I am still for a few seconds, not quite sure what this feeling is. Hope, mixed in with shock, doubt, happiness and curiosity.

"Harry was- was kind to everyone he met, especially me..."

For one of the first times in my life, I'm absolutely speechless.

"He was always gentle and loving, and he cared..."

My face goes warm and rosy as she talks again, and I move closer to her.

"...I- I miss Harry."

She says these three simple words quieter, and I almost don't catch them before her sleeping head falls onto my chest and her fists unclench. Those last words send my mind rolling, and a feeling of utter happiness flows through me.Has she really been feeling the same way I have? I run a hand through my hair and can't help but grin.

I scoot even closer to her, resting my hand on her sleeping head. Even when sickly and asleep she radiates love and makes me warmer. I close my eyes and fight the urge to squeal in an incredibly unmanly way with excitement. I slowly slide my hand down from her face, and lay it over her heart. All through my arm I can feel her relaxed beat pulsating, and I remember when I used to feel her heartbeat through my shirt, when we used to always be close together...

Earlier than I would've liked, Taylor wakes up. Her wide eyes open and she abruptly sits up. I lift my hand off of her and first she just stares at me. Not with the wary, cautious look she wore before, but with a look of recognition, softness, and hints of sadness.

"Can we just pull over here...?"

She says breathily. I lean in closer, and I can already see hints of a smile creeping onto her face.