Adopted by Taylor Swift

If you'll have me

Chapter 27

Harry's POV

We got back to the flat and Niall carried Bridget to her room. I sat on the couch next to Louis, and took a deep breath. Taylor was pacing back and forth "What do we do?" she was pulling her hands through her hair, "How do we deal with her?"

Niall walked down the stairs "Let me talk to her when she wakes up."

Taylor is hesitant, but ends up nodding at him before sitting next to me on the couch. Louis and Taylor had yawned in sync, giving the sign it's all time for us to head to bed.

I got up "It's getting late" and grabbed Taylor and carried her up to bed, she was getting her pajamas on when she just broke down.

Tears started falling from her eyes, her hands sit on her face to cover up the scene. She allows me to pull her hands down before I pull her into an embrace.

"I just want her to be okay Harry." She sobs while I rub circles on her back. "I just want her to feel normal again, for her to love her life. But in the right way."

"I understand," I tried to comfort her but I didn't really know how. "I think when you get home, you should put Bridget in school, have her make friends. Let her live a normal life. And for you, I think you should take a break from singing and focus everything on her. I know you love your career but I think it's the best for Bridget. Be a mother, not a friend." She looked at me with thankfulness in her eyes.

"You're right harry, thank you." She wiped her tears and kissed me on the cheek. We laid down and fell asleep in each other's arms, I thought all night about Bridget and what Niall would say to her. I really hope that she comes around.

Niall's POV

I woke up on the couch; it was about ten in the morning, so I walked into Bridget's room. She was stretched out all across the bed. She let out a small snore from her mouth.

She looked so beautiful, but she hurt me so much last night; when I heard her through the door, with that other guy. Taylor told me that she probably didn't mean it, but I can't help but to be hurt by it. I liked her; I shared that moment with her that night. But I guess she shares that with everyone. I don't feel as special anymore.

I walked over and gave her a little shake to wake her. She was startled, and jumped out of sleep. "God you scared me."

"Sorry," I was quiet. I looked down at the ground playing with my hands.

"You okay?" she noticed I was shut down.

"Why did you do the things you did last night?" I was mad. And I slowly raised my voice at the end, her eyes widened.

"I'm sorry? What did I do wrong last night dad?!" She had a sarcastic tone in her voice.

"Why do you do this to yourself Bridget?! You know you deserve the world!!! You deserved to be loved by someone who will love you for your flaws. Someone to love you for that scar of yours. You deserve everything Bridget. But you're so god damn far up your ass too notice it!" At this point I was yelling at her. I couldn't hold my anger in anymore, I was furious with her after she had not realized what she did to me, trying to add humor into everything.

Her eyes fill with rage "I don't let anyone in because I know them at they are going to leave me! Just like my mom did, just like my dad did and just like you're going to do once you realize I'm too fucking difficult. I don't trust anyone, especially not you do don't expect me to open up to you just because we fucked the other night! You're going to come into my life, tell me how much I mean to you and you're going to ditch me once again when you see me drunk! Taylor's done it and she's my fucking mom. So don't sit here and act like you're Melvin the great here and want to change my fucking life." Tears were streaming down her face.

"You're going to kill yourself trying to fix me." She was sitting up in her bed, face red as an apple. Her words were an attempt to get me mad again, and push her away. But I can't after the night we spent together and I can't think about spending nights like that with anyone else. I know it's a huge jump in my feelings, but I can't stop them.

I went over and sat with her, I became softer.

"But Bridget I'm not like them. If I were like all of those other people I wouldn't have brought you home last night. I wouldn't have carried you home. And if Taylor still didn't care about you then she wouldn't have walked for 3 hours that night looking for you. Bridget look around, we are all here for you and we are not leaving you, ever. No matter how many times you run away or get drunk. We will be here for you. And I'll be the one here for you when you get home if you'll have me."

She looked at me with her red puffy eyes; I had water in mine too. She wiped the tear from my cheek and I wiped one from her. "I would love to." She was responding to my offer; and she put her forehead on mine. "I'm sorry" she told me

"As am I, as am I." that's when I leaned in a kissed her.