Cause I Can Love You More Than This.

Chapter 12

Taylor's P.O.V.

I rested my head on Lou's shoulder in the backseat of Harry's car. Harry, Ni, Lou, and I were going back to the apartment. Well, Lou and I were. Harry and Niall were our ride.

I felt a a throbbing in my ankle and closed my tear filled eyes. I probably got a twisted ankle. "You ok?" Lou whispered in my ear. "I'm alright. I think they twisted my ankle because it really, really hurts," I whispered.

We pulled up at the apartment and Lou carried me in after thanking Haz and Ni. He set me on the couch and went to get me some ice. He gently set it on my ankle, which he had elevated on a pillow.

I suddenly remembered that I had to work in about a hour and Lou noticed as I grabbed my phone. "You aren't going to work. They treat you shitty as it is and you are limping around," he directed. "I know. I'm gonna work on inventory from my laptop. If Sarah would pick up the phone," I said. "As long as you stay home and rest up I'm happy," he told me, which made me give a small grin.

I left a message and motioned for Lou to give me my computer. He sat beside me as I loaded up my work. I spent hours on the site. Lou fell asleep beside me by 1am, after begging me to get off. I put in my two weeks notice so he'll be happy with me later. I worked until like 5am, which is when I passed out.

Louis' P.O.V.

Taylor really likes to work. I woke up this morning and her laptop was resting on her lap. I took her laptop and pulled up her blanket. I looked at what she was doing for work. She had been keeping an eye on the amounts of things that had and what they needed and fixing things on the site.

I looked at the last time she had fixed anything, which was 4:45am. When will she stop this? I looked around the site and found that she had filled out her two week notice around 5:30am. She has only been asleep and hour and a half. I saw that he had an email from Sarah and decided to check it. I hope she wouldn't mind.

I was proud of Taylor but kinda mad at the same time. She was quitting her shitty job but she worked practically all night. I sighed to myself as I checked the email. Her two-week notice was denied. That's impossible, you can't stop someone from quitting their job! I was pissed and jumped up from the couch, accidentally waking Taylor.

"Lou?" She asked groggily. "Sorry TayTay. Go back to sleep," I told her and kissed her head. She ignored the go back to sleep part and sat up. Her hair was a mess, her clothes were all wrinkled, her make-up smeared (even though she wore nearly none), and she was still beautiful. It was obvious though that she had been up all night.

She clicked her email and I had began to feel guilty for going through it. "Lou, were you snooping on my computer?" she asked groggily. "A little. Sorry," I said. "It's alright," she said and fell back to sleep.

I slowly picked her up and carried her to bed. She needs to learn where the boarder line between working and overly-working is. I pulled her covers up and kissed her head as I laid beside her. I pulled her into my arms and fell asleep.

Taylor's P.O.V.

I opened my eyes and the sun was shining brightly through my window. It had to be late afternoon at least. I checked the time, which read 4:35pm. I rolled over into my other side to see Lou watching me. I smiled and kissed him. "Good evening Lou," I told him. "Good evening TayTay. Why did you work all night?" he asked me.

"I need good rep for this job and Sarah can be threatening," I said recalling her email from about 3am. "What did she threaten?" he asked. I took a shaky breath and looked down in tears. "Tay, you can tell me anything," he said. "I'll be right back," I said and went for my computer. I'm not repeating what she said, but I'll show him.

I carried the computer into bed and we read the email silently, (and on my behalf, in tears).

Dear Taylor,

I have that you would like to quit and that you have another possible job within the next week. Well listen to this, you will not be giving up on my cafe. No worker is aloud to quit unless they are pregnant or moving to a new country.

If you try to quit this job, you will begin to lose it all. Your bit of family you have left, your few friends, ur few precious belongings, etc... You might not even live to see another sunrise if you quit this job. And I will make sure of that.

Sincerely,

Sarah Jones

I was kinda scared when I reread this. Knowing my boss, she's dead serious. Misty has been missing since the day she quit three weeks ago, Lillian lost her mom when she quit about a week ago and then came back yesterday. It all adds up. The tears poured down my face and I tried to cover it with my hands.

"Taylor, look at me," Lou begged. I looked up at him in tears. I was so scared and I just had no clue what to do. "Lou, what do I do?" I asked him. "We, are going down there and make sure that Sarah gets the message that you are done working for her," he said wiping my tears away. I nodded and looked down.

"I know your scared, but don't worry. I won't let her hurt me, or you, or anyone. Well, maybe Donna Reed or Brian, but other than that, no one. I will be your Superman," he informed me. I continued to look down in tears. "What is it Luv? What's still bugging you?" he asked. I bit back the few sobs of fear wanton to break free. "I-I'm t-tired of ev-very one w-watching m-me c-cry," I said honestly. Everyone sees me cry so much and I hate it. It just makes them more miserable and me more pathetic.

He turned my face so I had to look him dead in the eye. "Tay, no one cares about seeing you cry. They may not like it, but that's because they don't want you to be sad," he told me. I gave a weak grin and was still fighting back sobs. "You still need a minute?" he asked. I nodded and pulled me into his arms, where I let out those few sobs of fear.

"Better?" he asked once I stopped. I nodded and said, "Let's do this".

AN: sorry it's so short. It's kinda a filter chapter.