Taylor's POV
I've never been out of my apartment since that day. I turned off my phone so no one can contact me and know where I am. My week break is nearly over and I don't know if I can manage to go back on stage without even breaking into tears. It hurts and It's the kind of pain that I've never endured before, it's the kind of pain that i never thought I'd ever endure.
Its just so hard that I can't control my tears this past few days. I barely even get out of bed, and I'm lacking sleep because every memory of him is tearing me up. He keeps on haunting my dreams and it felt so real i thought he's really here. And I wish that I could numb the pain for awhile.
I decided to take a walk around NY. Because I know staying in my apartment will only worsen my situation specially all of our memories in there are still fresh.
I wore my shades to hide my puffy eyes from the paps and also from anyone who can see me.
I don't want them to start an issue.
I told my security that I'm going by myself and at first they didn't want to agree but I insisted.
So here I am walking by myself in the busy streets of NY. I just want to ease the pain and all but it didn't help at all. People are noticing me but I just kept on walking I'm not in the mood to take pictures. I reached the Starbucks near Central Park so I decided to stop by here.
I'm surprised that I reached Central Park because it is quite far from Tribeca if you're going to walk.
I ordered coffee and sat quietly in a booth by the corner.
I tried so hard not to cry but tears are already escaping before i knew it. I covered my face with my hands and just quietly let it all out. If only I can forget him for awhile.
"You're not going to ignore me? Are you?" I heard a voice making me remove my hands from my face to look at who it was.
It's Luke Hemmings. It's been quite a while since The last time I saw him and the other aussie lads.
I immediately wiped my tears and got my shit together before talking.
"Hello." I said but my voice cracked.
"Mind me sitting? Are you okay?" He asked and I flashed a fake smile.
"You dont look fine Taylor, are you sick? Or just crying?" He said.
"I'm not. Just out of" I defended.
"You don't fool me Taylor."
I managed to give him a weak smile before I broke down into silent sobs again.
It's really hard to pretend you're okay, especially when your world just fell apart.
"Hey, stop crying what happened to you?" He asked with a hint of concern in his voice.
"It's nothing, I'm fine. Hey would you like to join me for a walk? It's been a while you know?"
"Sure, I don't mind and it seems like you need a friend right now."
"I sure do." I wiped my tears and wore my shades.
We took a stroll at Central Park. And many memories of him from this place came rushing back to me. And I can't help it.
We sat in a bench while chatting about random stuff. Luke being here has just made me feel less awful until he asked that question about Harry.
"So how are you and Haz?" He asked having no Idea that he's the reason I've been crying and sleepless for days.
"We're fine." I answered trying to sound happy.
