I Wish You Would - A Haylor Fanfic

Chapter 15

Taylor:

Harry's footsteps echo loudly as he climbs the stairs behind me, and he eventually reaches the bedroom, panting quite a bit, and heads towards his side of the room. For the first time, I notice his half-packed suitcase lying there, and I curse myself for not seeing that before; it would've saved us A LOT of drama. He turns to open the closet behind him, and starts to pull out clothes, piling them up on the bed messily. I flinch at the untidy heap, and he catches my facial expression, raising his eyebrows. I turn away as his green eyes make me blush, as usual.

Wow, he does have a lot of stuff packed for London...

"Oh nooo."

I say, the realisation smacking me right in the face. I cover my face with my hands, and Harry sees this, dropping the clothes he's holding immediately. He asks in a worried tone,

"Hey, what's up?"

Rising from the bed now, I ignore his remark and begin pacing the room, searching for my phone, Harry still talking at me as I do so.

"Taylor? Taylor, what is it? TAYLOR!"

His normally soft voice yelling like that snaps me right out of my own world, and I quickly remember my phone's in my pocket and grab it as I turn to him.

"Taylor. What. is. it?"

He's taken my free hand in his own and looks much too worried as I whisper hopelessly,

"My stuff. My... everything. How on earth am I supposed to survive a 16 hour flight as well as 3 WHOLE WEEKS in another country without ANY of my things at all?!"

Harry's face falls further as it dawns on him too.

"Ohhhh..."

He mutters, as I start to jab at my phone frantically, trying desperately to find Adam's contact. When I finally do jab my finger in the right place and see Adam's messages, Harry's already let go of my hand and is now standing at the window with his hands on his hips, and I can tell he's really trying to come up with something, anything to help. He looks at me and shakes his head. I groan and turn back to my phone. Sitting down on the bed, I start to read.

Scrolling through Adam's never-ending list of messages doesn't make me feel as guilty as I thought it would, and I know it's because I've finally noticed what a cynical, rude, offensive, uncaring human being he actually is, and I kick myself each time I think about how much time and effort I put into our relationship, and how it was all for nothing. It never would've worked out.

His messages are all rude and extremely needy, and I grimace as I pass a particularly rude one. I've almost forgotten that Harry's still here with me until I feel the bed sink down slightly as he sits down next to me. He leans closer and I can almost feel his face fall when he sees the messages.

"No one should ever use that sort of language, especially not when they're talking to their girlfriend."

He scolds, staring angrily at my phone screen. I feel my cheeks flush at this, and I shuffle closer to him, until I'm practically sitting on his lap. I continue to scroll without comment, and I eventually find what I'm looking for.

Hey Taylor.

It reads

I'm @ home in case you wanna stop ignoring my existence and maybe explain why you ditched me the other night like some selfish child. 

Me

I frown at that last bit, thinking if anything is childish, it's ending a text like that. Harry reads the message too, and I can feel his protective eyes on me as I place my phone down on my lap. He starts to rub my arm affectionately, and I proceed to talk normally as if I'm not bothered at all by Adam's rudeness.

"Oh... ok. So he's at home right now, which is at least 2 hours away from mine, so that'll be fine... maybe if I sneak out the second-floor window..."

I know my plan's pretty risky, but I need to go with Harry to London, and whatever this is between us, I desperately want it to last. Harry stops rubbing my arm suddenly, and I turn to see a strange look on his face as he says,

"Wait a second... you're gonna sneak through a SECOND STORY WINDOW? No, no, no. I'm not letting you do that. No way."

Harry sounds adorable as he says this, his voice firm and protective, and I lean in closer to him, pressing my body against his chest and positioning my lips next to his ear. I whisper,

"Harry. You want me to come to London with you, don't you?"

I pull away from him and look him straight in the eye. He pauses for slightly too long before saying,

"Yeah... yes, yes of course."

Hurt flashes through me at the sound of his voice. He sounds uncertain and forced, and although he's saying he wants me to come with him, I can tell he's not telling me everything.

"Taylor? What did I do?"

I turn to him and see that, without even realising it, I'd slipped off of his lap and scooted right over to the other end of the bed.

"It's just- you, you just..."

I start to talk but catch myself halfway through; ending that sentence would most likely start another fight, and that's the last thing we need right now. So I grab my phone and dash out of the room, not turning back once.

"Taylor? Hey, Taylor! Slow down! I- I wanna come with you!"

I stop in my tracks.

"You what?"

"I'm coming with you. You're gonna need a lookout right?"

He's walking closer to me, an excited, hopeful look in his eyes. Sighing, I realise it would be a waste of time if I argued with him about coming with me, and Harry would be so upset. Plus, it would be helpful to have him there. I turn to face him and make up my mind.

"Okay, Harry. Grab your coat,"

I say, smiling. A laughing Harry runs past me and straight out the front door.