Hiddleswift Oneshots

Oneshot #4: Not Today

Quick A/N: I felt like I needed a sad oneshot in this book, so yeah. Also, if you guys haven't watched Me Before You, then I think you should go watch it. It's really good, and for your own good, bring some tissues with you.

Taylor's POV

Tom was coming over at six because he said that we needed to talk, and when I actually thought about it, I felt like we did.

The distance hadn't been making our lives easier at all; in fact, it was making our lives miserable.

We rarely even saw each other, and I knew that Tom had another girl in his mind.

I sighed as I petted Mere. I knew our relationship wasn't bound to happen, but with me desperate for someone to love, it did. We weren't supposed to be in this mess if I hadn't been so desperate.

When he knocked on the door, I took a deep breath. What would he say to me? That we weren't supposed to be? That he just screwed another girl behind my back?

"Hey," he said, completely expressionless. There wasn't even a hint of a smile on his face.

"Hi," I said, smiling slightly. Even though I knew the break up was coming, I couldn't let go of him.

"Look," he paused, taking a deep breath. "It's just not working," he said with a sigh.

I looked down. Even though I saw this coming, it still hurt as much as not knowing.

"I..." I said, unable to continue as I felt tears forming in my eyes.

"I'm sorry, Taylor," he said apologetically. "I really am," he continued, holding my hand.

It was my turn to sigh. He was really doing this. He was breaking up with me after almost two years of dating.

"You're not sorry, Tom," I replied, anger suddenly coursing through my blood. I knew he cheated on me.

"Taylor-"

"Don't you even dare go near me ever again!" I snapped, pushing him hard enough to making him step back a few steps.

And of course, a car had to be speeding up slog the quiet road.

"Tom!" I exclaimed, trying to warn him for the car that was just inches before him. And just like in those cliché romance movies, he got hit by the car.

But unlike the endings in the movies I was talking about, where the boy miraculously survived and they both lived happily ever after, I never had the chance to look into those baby blue eyes of his again.

He just wanted to apologize, and I did this to him. It was all my fault.

I met Karlie at the hospital, since she was the first person I called.

By the time Karlie arrived, I was already balling my eyes out.

I mean, think about it. Would you feel guilty when the guy you loved was just trying to say sorry for wanting to break up and you pushed him to his death? You would, wouldn't you?

"Taylor..." Karlie called in a sad tone as she rubbed my back. "He's in a better place now," she said, trying her best not to cry, too.

"But I killed him, Karlie. It's all my fault. Why am I still here? Why don't people just shoot me or something?" I sobbed, leaning my head on her shoulder.

"Don't say that, Taylor. It's not your fault," she tried to convince me.

"You should've seen it, Karls. The apologetic look in his eyes, how badly he wanted us to work out, but we just couldn't."

She sighed. She knew that she couldn't reply to this.

"It's gotta get easier somehow. I don't know when, but I know it will," Karlie said.

And I knew it was. But not today.
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Hey guys! So I hope you liked this chapter- SIKE! You thought I was gonna leave you here and not Ive you an alternate ending? Well you thought wrong 'cause I'm going to.
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(Still Taylor's POV)

I woke up, completely bathed in cold sweat, breathing heavily as if I had run a marathon.

Was that all just a dream? Or was I having a flashback? I really couldn't tell, as the dream needed with me going to bed.

Unable to think of anything else to do, I slipped on my coat and sandals, and drive to Tom's house. I had to see if it was real or not.

As soon as the house was in my view, I got out of the car, and ran toward the front door, opening the locked door with a spare key he gave me a few months ago.

The whole way there, I was already anxious that I wouldn't find him here.

The house was dark, not even a light bulb illuminating the large space.

I went up the stairs, and quietly twisted the doorknob when I arrived in front of his bedroom.

The door opened without a creak,  and there he was. Laying peacefully, his bare chest rising up and down, showing me that he was breathing.

The feeling just kind of overwhelmed me, and I started crying. I approached him, my hand on my mouth to prevent him from hearing my ugly cried.

"Taylor?" he asked groggily, his voice still scratchy and his British accent thick.

I just hugged him and cried.

He instantly sat up, letting me sit on his lap, my stomach facing his.

I just held him even tighter.

"What's wrong, darling? What happened?" he asked worriedly.

"Nothing. I'm just so glad you're alive," I said, almost laughing at the fact that I had to drive for ten minutes just to be comforted by Tom.

"Bad dream?" he asked, kissing the top of my head.

"Uh huh. It was a horrible one," I said, nuzzling to his neck.

"Stay over. I'll fight off the bad dreams (not sure if that's the exact quote)," he said, and I could practically hear him smile.

"With what?" I asked, playing along. I knew where this was going. He was going to be Four and I was going to be Tris from the Divergent Series. 

"With my bare hands, of course," he said, laughing lightly.
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Hey guys! I hope you liked this chapter! And yeah, I kind of got the last idea last minute, literally when I was writing the outro.

Anyway, it's 1:24 am in my country, and I'm REALLY tired. Also, there are probably a lot of spelling mistakes cause I'm way too tired to even type correctly.

Bye!
DSBF!