Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 24

I wake up to the sweet aroma of the soft duvet of our bed. I look around and spotted no one in the room, rubbing my eyes several times, I stand up and check the clock, it's approximately nine-thirty at night. I'm in my bra and underwear. He must've taken my dress off-

My mind suddenly dropped. The dress. The gala. It's still the same night.

"Jesus, goodness sake..." I whisper to myself and rub my eyes once more.

Even though, I'm half naked, I couldn't bother to give a damn. I'm still pissed and I feel drowsy. Oh and we have another fucking gala after-party to attend. Ugh. I don't have anymore fancy dresses.

Ugh.

"Harry?" I call out. No reply. I grab a sweater and slide it down my torso.

I go downstairs and check the kitchen. No sign of him. The couch didn't welcome me with Harry on it either. 

"Harry?" I call again, but this time, I call louder.

I start to panic. Weird and negative thoughts cross my mind.

Could he be with Emma? 

I can see him with her, both in bed, Harry between her legs, Emma moaning out his name.

I drop to my knees and cover my ears, even though nothing around me is making sound, I can still hear her desperately moaning out his name.

The voice vibrated into my cerebrum and tears start to spill my eyes.

"No no no!" I scream, hoping my screams will help cover the noises. It doesn't stop, it only gets louder and louder.

I feel hands grabbing my wrist, I scream one last time, before those hands wrap around my waist rubbing my back. 

"Shh, I'm here, what's wrong?" I hear his deep handsome voice.

Instead of replying, I continue on crying, I put my hands around his neck and dig my face in. 

"Where were you?" I cry.

"Um- I- I was in the toilet." What? All this time, I had an anxiety attack just because he's in the bathroom? shit. shit. shit.

I quickly pull out of his tight hug and mouthed an 'oh' also know as, well thanks for making me embarrass the shit out of myself.

He chuckles and pulls me in once again. Without hesitation, I take the offer and the tears dry off quickly.

"I thought you were gone." I blurted out.

"I'm never going to leave you." He says, making my heart beat faster and it feels like it's going to pour out into the floor.

"Never?" I ask so suddenly. Does he mean it? 

"You've forgiven me?" He asks, rubbing his neck with his hands.

Have I? No. I'm just in love with him. But I'm not going to put my trust and my happiness in his hands. I don't want him to shatter it once more. Plus, there's a super high chance of him ruining

"Harry, I-"

I was interrupted by the kitchen phone ringing.

"I'll get it." I say simply and walk towards the ringing phone.

I bring it to my ear.

"Hello?" 

"Taylor, the after party." Andrew's voice reminds.

"Okay, goodness sake, we're going there." I whine.

"Don't be so whiny." He says hanging up, I think I have come to the conclusion that hanging up on me is one of Andrew's favorite hobby's.

Then I remember. I need to find a dress.

"Harry. I don't have a dress." I say, facing him.

"Erm, go find one in your closet or something." He responds.

Without a word, I rush upstairs. He follows me. 

When I get in the room, I quickly take off my sweater, revealing my bra and underwear. He sits patiently on the bed, watching me.

I open the closet and my eyes strike up to see a little black dress.

 It's a Sabrina collar and crystallize beads filled the neck line. The skirt is fluffy and easy to move with. I try it on and it fits me perfectly. The fact that I have no idea when, where and how I bought this is just weird.

Maybe at Jimmy Choo? Gucci? Eh. I don't remember.

I look at the mirror. The dress seems tight in my skin, showing curvy details of my body, up and down.

"That dress will never impress him." Her annoying voice vibrates through my brain.

Before I know it, I'm asking him on his opinion on how it looks on me.

"What? You look beautiful, love!" He says.

"Are you sure?" I ask foolishly. I don't know why I'm even asking him this.

"Why so insecure?" He questions me suspiciously, eying my every movement and hearing every word I let escape my lips.

Instead of responding, I look back at the mirror and to the other mirror. Is it different? Why am I so self-conscious all of a sudden.

"Hey. You look good. Stop it now and let's go." Harry said, grabbing my hands.

We get out and see the same old limo waiting for us outside. When we get in, I check the limo and realize that I've set an alarm for something. But I don't remember doing so. Andrew? Did he hack into my google e-mail account to put schedules in? 

4 Months to go..

The alarm announces. I slide to stop it and mentally prepare myself for the four months ahead of me. also known as: Emotions ahead of me for the four months coming by.

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