The Story of Our Song ||Laylor||

Chapter 6: I'm Sσяяу, What?

*8 months later*

-Taylor-

The RED Tour was over a few weeks ago, and I'm still adjusting to a normal sleeping schedule. It was 10:00 am at the moment, and I was planning on going to the studio later today in order to record some more songs for my new album.

I hear my phone buzz and I pick it up. It's another text from Louis.

Go on Skype, please. It's important

I grab my laptop and turn it on. I log onto Skype and see that Louis is on. I press the call button and he answers it almost right away.

I look over his face to see his eyes are red and his hair is all messed up. It's obvious he was crying, but why?

"Tay-" Louis says, but chokes back a sob. "Lou, what's wrong?" I ask, concern for my best friend evident. "Eleanor and I-we-br-broke u-up-" he stutters out and I sit in shock. They broke up? No, they couldn't have. I thought things were getting better for them. "I'm sorry, what?" I ask, without thinking. "Eleanor and I-we broke up. She said I was cheating on her and she said that I wasn't as into the relationship, when really I think that she is-was-the distant one, not me." Louis said, his voice breaking at some parts.

"Oh no, Lou-do you want me to fly out and spend a few days with you?" I ask him. I'm not really doing anything since my tour is over and I can skip recording this afternoon. My best friend comes first.

"Are you sure? Y-Your probably really busy and I wouldn't want to keep you from your job and-" he stutters out. "Louis, it's fine. I'm sure." I reassure him and he sighs. "Thanks, Taylor. I'll let you get ready." He says, drying his eyes. I nod. "I'll see you tonight, or later. Would you mind picking me up from the airport?" I ask him. "Sure, uh, just text me when your plane is landing." He says, sitting up in his bed. "Alright, bye Lou. See you tonight." I say, ending the call.

I go onto the website to buy a plane ticket to London. There's one for a few hours from now. I take that one and buy it, printing out the ticket and closes my laptop. I pull out my suitcase and pack enough clothes to last me two weeks. I call my management and tell them I'm staying with a friend for two weeks, to take a break. They said it was fine, as long as I made it back in time for my next awards show.

I check the clock to see that I only have 1 hour until my plane leaves. I hurry out and get into my car. I call my friend and asks if she can pick up my car from the airport and drive it back to my house. She agrees and says she'll be there when I park the car.

I drive towards the airport and see that I only have 45 minutes until my plane leaves. My friend meets me there and her boyfriend is sitting in her car. I give her my keys and tell her just to put them on the kitchen table when she's done with them, and to use the spare key to lock the front door. She agrees and gets into my car, driving off, with her boyfriend following her in her car.

I check my phone, only 40 minutes left. I hurry into the airport and go through security and drop off my luggage.

3 minutes left.

I stand in front of my terminal and give the clerk my ticket. She allows me to go inside and I sit down in my seat. It's a window seat, and I'm glad. I take my phone out and text Louis to tell him I'm on the plane. We then have to put our phones away and so I do and we take-off.

I lean back in my seat and close my eyes.

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I have just gotten off of the plane and Louis is on his way. I go to get my luggage. I have my hood up and my sunglasses on, with my hair tucked into my hoodie. Hopefully, I'm not recognizable to any bystanders.