Fall Back On Me {Haylor}

Beyond Love, More Than Hate-Chapter 31

Chapter 31

I can practically visualize Harrys' SUV a few behind the convertible of his I'm driving, dodging in and out of traffic. I keep an eye on him and step harder on the gas, quickly taking a off ramp leading to the airport. As much as I don't want him to follow me, I'm glad he did. Why I feel that way just leads back to how I feel about him. He can break my heart times upon end and I'll still love him no matter if I want to or not and that's what I hate most. He's hurt me so many times but I can't even bring myself to delete his number off my phone. He's already called my number 8 times in the last 10 minutes of the drive but I haven't answered. I have no intention of a confrontation that will only make this harder than it has to be.

I step out of the car quickly and shuffle to the trunk where I grab my luggage and half-jog to the gate. Harrys' right behind me, I can just feel it. Maybe it's just my imagination that makes me think that I hear his footsteps. The thought only drives me to move faster. I had made friends with the hostess that controls Harrys' planes so on the way, I made a quick call to set up a flight back, telling her that Harry arranged it. She, thankfully, agreed, saying that she and the pilot were working this morning and would gladly return me back upon my arrival.

I reach the landing gate and am put through a brief security, one that takes a little too long to my liking. The hostess, whose name I learned was Jessica, stands awaiting a few feet away, beaming at me. I force a weak grin and shrug my bag over my shoulder. The one bag I grabbed on my way out and this is just my pocketbook. My wardrobe is back in Cheshire anyway, I just packed 2 weeks worth of clothes to Harry which I'll send for him to return.

"Taylor!" I hear a voice shout so loudly it would stop even one of the dauntless LA travelers that have no interest in others. I quickly glance back to see the one I knew would be awaiting pushing on a guard. "Let me through! I'm Harry Styles, this is my plane!"

The guard seems to let him through by the scuffle as I walk faster toward Jessica. She doesn't diminish her smile but looks back from Harry to me, quickening to match my pace towards the bridge.

"Is Mr. Styles not joining you? Are you not going to wait on him?" She asks fluently. I nervously glance to my side then back forward.

"Uh.. no, not right now. I- I just need to get on the plane, could you make sure he doesn't get on?" I stutter. She looks warily at me but her face seems to take on pity for some reason. Its probably the wallowing tone in my voice that threw her off. She nods hesitantly and walks me into the corridor, glancing back to see Harry sprinting down.

"Hold the door! Taylor! Please!"

Thankfully, she diverts her gaze back to me long enough so it looks conspicuous. I send her a short look of thanks before following the link to the plane entrance and release my breath. Without another thought, I slump limply into the longated couch. Barely got out of there alive. The exhaustion fights it's way back to my body as the original pump of adrenaline diminishes. It is like five in the morning as it is, everything is just now hitting me.
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••Harrys' POV••

I finally reach the lock gate just as the attendant shuts it closed, slamming the palms of my hands to it. My eyes burn into the hostess closest to me, one that plans everything. Her name floats into my mind and I graciously send up a silent thank you.

"Jessica, please. You have to let me in there." I gasp, my breathing uneven from the sprints along with the emotions. She looks startled by my demands but simply busies herself with scuffling papers that are in perfect alignment.

"Once the doors closed, there's nothing I can do," She says in perfect normality. Something about the way she fidgets tells me there's something more, some way to get in. I turn to pleading.

"Look, I made a huge mistake with Taylor. I have already hurt her enough and if I let her get away, it will be forever. I need to make this right. Please."

She clenches her jaw and glances around before leaning closer to lower her voice down to a hushed whisper. "Okay.. You have 3 minutes until that plane is in the sky so hurry."

She quickly rushes to the gate where she hits an emergency button, air rushing in at the opening. I give her a content, thankful smile before hurrying inside with no sign of Taylor. I grit my teeth. Shes going to freak when she finds me here but this is the only way that I'm going to be able to talk to her without her running off. Over a days' flight will be long enough, it's around two days counting the stops for quick fuel jumps.

I tap an attendants shoulder politely and keep my tone under a whisper, "Where's Miss Swift?"

"In the bedroom, i believe, sir." She states politely before prancing off to some other duty to busy herself. I feel the plane shutter as it makes it's takeoff, only staying seated long enough for the pilot to clear it.

I carefully wedge the door open wide enough for me to slide inside and find Taylor asleep on the bed. And to think, we were cuddled up just this time yesterday, kissing to be more specific. She looks so angelic when she's sleeping, her blonde hair strewn lazily along her forehead, eyelids covering her blue eyes with her mouth slightly agape. The temptation is almost too much to not just jump on her now, solve the whole thing with some makeup sex. I have to explain first, and to do that I have to get her alone in here, convince her that what she saw wasn't actually what she saw.

••Taylors' POV••

I wake to a feeling of security, one that that immediately recognize as something I didn't have when I fell asleep. The feeling feels so natural that I barely acknowledge it until I recall what security to me is. Security means Harry. The thought splinters across my spine.

I move my eyes down my side until they land on a large hand placed securely on my waist. It imprints a warm place that i am reluctant to move. Though the pure disgust overrides my initial comfort and I scramble away, on my feet now. Harry meets my eyes, smiling up at me. His demeanor only tends wood to the fire. How he could be smiling after a time like this pisses me off. My heart splutters abnormally as panic takes my mind with it.

"What are you doing here?" I demand quickly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Here to explain." He says cooly, pushing his curls back with his hand. I scoff.

"That's a waste of your time." I spit.

"Not if you listen." He retorts. I glance at the door, seeing the button pushed in resulting that he locked it after he entered. Great, no escape.

"No promises.."

"Okay, you remember how it was dark, right? Well, I went to go to the bathroom and when I came back, I just saw curls. I expected that you fell asleep downstairs and you came back up then took a shower. Anyway, I had anticipated it was you so when she kissed me, I kissed back." He explains in detail, now on his feet to stand in front of me. As much as I hate to admit it, it's a valid scenario and I'm suppose to have trust in him. "Babe, I'd never cheat on you."

He tips his finger to my chin so I look up into his eyes. I tuck my lips under momentarily as if considering the situation. I hate giving in this easy, he did kiss another girl, a girl I despise.

"I fired her, by the way." He adds after a moment of unsure silence. Almost like he read my mind.

"Yeah, I could hear her scream from downstairs," I force a laugh at the memory of the desperate shriek coming from upstairs. It had managed to echo through the whole mansion, props to her. Must be a new record or something.

He ushers a small chuckle until it drones out and he turns serious again. "You don't hate me.. do you?" He sounds genuinely insecure of the subject.

"You know, no matter what you do, I can't bring myself to truly hate you. I can't bring myself to hate you because I've been coming back to that same conclusion that I am way too in love with you to have a say in this." I murmur up at him. It's never been this evident to me that I was so in love with him. I knew my love with Harry was different but I didn't think it was this strong. With that, he roughly pushes his lips into mine and presses me back into my bed and for the first time in a long while, I let him.

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