Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 10

So after chap nine I got REALLY excited and decided writing Chapter ten right away because I felt like you deserve more since ya'll are so lovely.

Sorry it took long bc it this one is quite long :)

Enjoy now,

xx

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Taylor's POV

I hopped off my private plane. I go in the toilet in the airport and apply some make up. Applying my red lipstick, I remembered Harry. How he'd kiss me and the lipstick would be so visible on his lips that I would choke down my own laugh. Tears started to form and I bit the walls of my mouth, trying not to cry. 

When I stepped off the airport, I feel the Nashville cold breezy air brush my face repeatedly as I smiled. Home.

Even though paparazzis were taking pictures, I didn't flinch one bit. I was too excited seeing Austin and Brit, it's been forever. Well it's birthday here after all.

To make sure the situation wasn't awkward, I put on my headphones and shuffled due to me being a lazy bitch. 

But then I started to panic. The song. It matches. I stopped walking as I listened closely, making sure my ears weren't blind. I heard these lyrics:

"The smell of the rain, fresh on the pavement, I ran off the plane," My heart beated faster as the song continued.

"But now I'll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes, all that I know is I don't know how to be something you miss," those lyrics vibrated into my mind, making wave radiations that pulled down that memory card that I now wanted to throw away. Harry. Yes, it's been only a day, but I miss him already. I continued walking.

"I never thought we'd have a last kiss, I'd never imagined we'd end like this, your name, forever the name on my lips." Tears start to give me a heads up and stream down as I pull my hoodie up just in time. Cameras went wild. Snapping pictures of me. I cried harder, looking at the dry cement floor on the streets of Nashville. Somehow, I managed to push through the huge dashing crowd of paparazzis, I got to my house. Not my family house. Just mine, I figured I needed some 'alone' time since I'm just going to be depressed and devastated all day.

Well, this is just how I'm going to celebrate my birthday as I said hi to Meredith, the cat. Forever alone at it's finest. I sat there crying in the living room, reminiscing. 

After a while (at least an hour), I heard a beep on my phone and pressed it up my ears, my hands are still trembling from the uncontrollable sobbing that interrupted the action of my breathing. 

I didn't check my phone, I just picked it up. But as soon as I did, I wanted to hang up right away because this sweep of an accent that sounded like British cried over the phone as he spoke quietly. It was a voicemail.

"Hi baby, I just want to tell you that you're the most beautiful girl in the world, the only one I see and the only one I'll love as much as this. Happy birthday and I wish you have a good one. You're my one and only and I want you to be safe. I know you'd never forgive me, but I know you know how sorry I am, but it's okay, I understand you. I'm sorry. I love y-" I couldn't handle it anymore, so I just had to hang up. I wiped my tears not worrying about all the fucked up mascara.

He is actually sorry. And he understands me so much. "-I want to love him" my heart says. "But you'll get hurt," my body says. 

Damn. I felt guilty, for leaving the boy alone, tears streaming down his face, when he said, those words that means that I shouldn' leave, but I still did. He wouldn't love me after that right? I rejected him. He is probably mad. But why do I care? We broke up a day ago. I should be over it, or it'll affect the perspectives of the fans. "Weaklings" "Slut" "Whore" Those words scare me. So I should get over it.