I Wish You Would - A Haylor Fanfic

Chapter 33

Harry:

Eventually, my eyes open and my senses come back to me. I don't waste a second to breathe. I feel around for my phone and jab my finger at Taylor's contact. It takes her a couple minutes to finally pick up, so when she does, I already know exactly what I'm going to say.

"Taylor? Please, please tell me where you are. I need you here, with me. I know I was selfish and rude yesterday, and I promise that will never happen again, as long as you come back, now. It's lonely without you and I'm worried, Taylor, where are you?"

There's a sizable silence after I speak, but soon enough Taylor replies, her voice sounding whispery and hushed.

"Harry... I can't tell you where I am. All I can say is- is I'm not coming back."

My grip tightens on the phone and I stare, unblinking, out the wall-sized window. I try to gather my thoughts, but when I do manage to force out another word, I find Taylor has already hung up.

My heart race quickens as I unfurl my fist and let the phone fall to the ground, quivering all over from anger, distress, regret, and sadness.

Without thinking, I raise my arm and fire a powerful punch straight at the wall, driven with all my might. I am too overwhelmed to feel the pain, and flakes of plaster fall off the wall and drift to the floor. I hammer the wall furiously with my fists, howling as I drop to the floor, letting out a deep wail of misery.

At a loss for common sense, I start pounding my fists repeatedly on the wall, as my entire body shakes with loud, anxious sobs. When I can no longer feel my arms up to my elbows, I scratch at the carpet and drag myself forwards, until my fingers grasp the bottom of the bed.

Pulling myself onto my knees is quite a task as I have lost all coordination, can't see through the wall of tears, and am trembling more and more by the second. I lean forwards and clutch a pillow. I hold it with both hands and bury my head in it, before realising it's covered in the scent of Taylor's perfume. My heart hurts in my chest as I chuck it across the room, and soon I find myself completely and utterly overtaken, I throw my arms out ahead of me and fall back onto the bed, breathing heavily in an effort to calm myself down.

Taylor:

I keep my eyes trained on Adam's broad back as he speedily makes me a mug of hot chocolate.

"I- um - didn't think you'd be here...uh, what are you doing in London?"

I ask him. He hands over the mug and leans on the table opposite me, his face inches away from mine. He goes rosy and looks down.

"Well, it's a tad embarrassing. Um... remember that night... that night we - uh- we broke up? When you, y'know, sneaked in to take all your stuff?"

I nod.

"Well, I sort of heard you and Harry talking about London... So I flew to London too, in the hopes of seeing you and- uh maybe fixing things between us..."

He smiles sheepishly at me, and I can't help but feel my heart flood over with warmth as I gently place my hand over his.

"Adam... that's - that's so romantic."

I breathe, gazing into his eyes. Before either of us have time to say anything, or even to think anything, I lean forwards and press my lips against his.

My hands find their way to the back of his head and I get too eager, gently biting his bottom lip. Instead of reciprocating the kiss like I was expecting, Adam pulls away slightly. I feel his strong hands on either side of my face, and he says softly,