I Wish You Would - A Haylor Fanfic

Chapter 17

Taylor:

The first thing I hear is the television blasting rude words. Oh God, it was this house that had the TV on?! That might make things slightly harder. I walk in, the curiosity taking over me, and hear a loud, manly laugh echo down the stairs. I recognise that laugh.

That. Is Calvin Harris' laugh.

I gasp and swing around, completely forgetting to be quiet, and yank open the door with all my might. But before I can leave, the TV clicks off.

"Uh, hello?"

I freeze at the sound of his voice. Bad move. He immediately notices me standing there.

"Taylor?! Uh...hi, Taylor. Why...when d'you get here?"

He sounds relieved at first, but then quickly replaces it with his usual grumbly tone. I reluctantly turn to face him, and reply quietly.

"I um... I just... uh-"

I stutter helplessly, unable to come up with any reason that won't result in him finding out everything that's happened and starting a fight. But I don't need to. Adam starts to talk immediately, starting it for me.

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"WHY did you leave then, Taylor? What are you HIDING?!

"I didn't leave! And I'm not hiding anything!"

"YES YOU ARE!"

"NO I AM NOT."

The argument started before I even knew what was happening. And everything started to slip out; the truth about what I think of Adam, how needy he actually is, how many swear words he could use in one sentence, everything. Except for where I've been the past few days, and that is the one thing he hasn't got out of me yet.

"Then where have you BEEN for the past three days, huh? Explain that!"

"I-well, I..."

I can't think of a valid answer so I settle for marching out of the living room and up the stairs, Adam's voice following me all the way up.

"SEE?! YOU CAN'T EVEN TELL ME WHERE THE HELL YOU'VE BEEN! YOU'RE HIDING SOMETHING!"

He starts to climb the stairs behind me, and I speed up immediately, racing away from him and down the long corridor to my bedroom.

"YEAH, GO LOCK YOURSELF IN YOUR ROOM! SEE IF I CARE!"

He's properly yelling now, and I turn my face away from him, letting him see the look of utter loathing it first, and head straight for the furthest room. I make it through the door, his footsteps following close behind. But that's when he says it.

"FINE! JUST GO AND WRITE SOME NEEDY SONG ABOUT ME THEN!"

I freeze instantly; my trembling hands forming into fists. I hear him gasp as he realises what he just said.

"Get out."

"Taylor, I- I didn't mean that- it just slipped out- no, I didn't-"

"I said. GET OUT!"

I feel a cold tear roll unexpectedly down my cheek as I turn to face him. I manage to utter three words before the tears start to fall.

"We. Are. Over."

His face falls and, for a second, it almost looks as if he might actually have emotions. He opens his mouth to apologise again, moving closer to me, but I push him away, wiping the tears from my cheek as he tries to fix his mistake.

Shaking from the crying now, I manage to shove him out of the room, slamming and locking the door right in his face. I turn my back on it as he pummels his fists on the dark wood, desperately trying to win me back, but it's much too late. I slide down the wall, holding my face in my hands as what's just happened starts to sink in.

For longer than I intended, I just sit there on the floor. I stay there right up until I hear the door slam, signaling Adam leaving the house, and my life, for good.

I take a deep, trembling breath and stand up, silently walking across the velvet rug and scanning the room, checking for anything out of the ordinary.

Thankfully, the room looks exactly the same as it did when I left it. The queen-sized bed in the middle of the room, smothered in fluffy cushions and a decorative red throw lying across the bottom, perfectly matching the carpet I'm standing on. In the corner is a pile of the best books I own, the rest of my hoard is crammed in the closet by the door, and a scarlet, plush arm chair sits empty beside them.

The room feels abandoned and lonely, and I find myself hugging my arms around my body as the cold wind blows in through the open window.

I just stand there blinking for a while, before the reason that I'm there comes back to me again, and I grab a large suitcase from the closet and begin to pull clothes outs, stuffing them into the bag.