I Wish You Knew [Haylor]

Chapter 3

"Taylor?"

A sweet-raspy voice creeped to me in my dream. He's standing beside me. His eyes are green and he's smiling. I hugged him, so tight that he has to move his body. He's so warm, so soft, so light.

"Why did you left me?"

I whispered to his ear, his tears is running swiftly down my neck. His hands are sweaty, it's  rough but it's full with passion. Should I even forgive him? Why did I became so sweet to him. I know it's just a dream but the truth is it's real. It felt real, it felt new.

"This is real, Taylor."

He stroke my hair down. He used to make me happy every day by doing nothing. He used to make me proud, he used to be the big brother I had.

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I opened up my eyes in scare. My eyes gone wild and my hands is up in the air. I looked over to the room and it was just a dream. Maybe if that's not a dream I will cry down a river. I will hug him tighter, but I would've screamed at him.

"Taylor?"

A voice from my dream creeped from my back. It's him, the curly haired boy with his sweet green eyes.

"Harry.."

My body is hot and cold, everything felt numb. I can't say anything nor do anything. I looked up at his beautiful face, his dimples reminds me of everything. I used to love this tall boy. I used to hug him and make him happy by doing nothing.

"Hey."

He whispered softly. He puts his hands in my cheeks. His hands are rough but it's full with love.

Maybe, I miss him too much to be mad anymore. I pull away his hands from my cheeks and drop it down. I looked at him in disappointment.

"Do you think I'm upset?"

I asked him softly, his eyes got wider. It's wider than distance.

"I'm upset, Harry. Now you're back at my life like there's nothing to me. You stand here in front of me, smiling innocently."

I bowed my head down. I put my hands together. It's a long and windy night.

"Why are you back here? Do you want to tell that you're getting engaged? Do you want to tell me that you're going to leave again? Tell me."

I said in a whisper-yell tone. He looked at me and kneel in front of me. His long legs and knees fell down the ground. He grabs my hands and holds it gently.

"I'm sorry."

He rubs my hands with his thumb softly. Sorry, the only thing he could say. The last time he said sorry was forever ago. He never said the word sorry.

"I knew it all along, Harry. I knew you're going to leave me. I knew that you'll come the best people in the world."

"Chance? There's no chance. I'm lost Harry. I'm lost in this big city without you."

"Your pride changed you."

I said sarcastically. He sighed and gritted his teeth together. Tears streamed down my face done to my hands trough his. The night fell upon us both, it was a long and dark night.

He stands up in front of me and holds my hands together. His eyes are flashing and his smile is shining. All of the negative thoughts about him is fading away when I want to yell at him until he drowns.

"I moved here yesterday, Tay."

Hearing his voice so deep, so low, so different is shivering me. I can't progress that now I see him so different, so mature, and so glamorous. Where have I been?

"After a 4 long years why did you tell me now?"

"What's your excuse that you didn't contact me these past years?"

I said whispering. I know my mom is awake but I don't want to yell, it's past midnight.

"Fame."

He mumbled. Fame changed him, when he told me that he never would forget me even for the biggest pride he has but he did. He just did.

"Do you even remember your promises? Do you!"

I yelled, I yelled this time. Tears shed, mouth's shut. I don't remember the last time I'm this mad at someone.

"Why can't you answer my question? It's your promises, Harry!"

He hugs me before I step back. I declined and cry on my knees. My knees are full with tears of depression.

"Taylor, I do remember. Girls changed me, fame changed me, money blinded me from everything. I know I'm a mess. I'm a mess, I need you. I need you to give me an advice for me everyday like you used to."

He hugs me in a soft embrace. His embrace is so warm and loving. He sighed and let out a breath.

"I need my best friend by my side."

He blurted out the word heavily. His voice is empty. Somehow his voice makes me sad.

He pulled me in on his embrace. I'm still holding my hands together. I just cried on my knees making my tears fell on my feet. My cold feet.

"I'm sorry, Tay."

He whispered again. I want to hug him, I want to say that I have forgiven him. It it's complicated. Where is he when I needed him the most? Where is he when I tripped and fall flat on my face? Where is he when I'm in coma?

Now he's here, hugging me and saying sorry. Is that even worth it?