Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 29

Songs for this chap:

Jar of Hearts - Christina Perri

You Lost Me - Christina Aguilera

Break-even - The Script

[I sobbed a little bit during this one, just a warning]

I feel like the burn on my hand is still burning after of what seems like hours of staring into his dark eyes. One side of his cheek is red, yes I feel guilty, but every piece of my sanity is telling me not to give in. He's done enough to hurt me.

He finally turns back to face me, I can see him swallowing the tears, it even feels like I can see the lump in his throat. It's crazy. I held onto my ground and held the longest glare I've ever shot at someone. His eyes are turning red, signalling the tears in. And that's where mine started to butt in too.

The tears rim at my eyes and my eyebrows curve upwards making my glare soften. I feel so insecure, I'm half naked, the heat from my anger cools down and the numbness that I was supposed to feel at first started to kick in. But over all those emotions, I manage to look at him.

The lump in my throat gets bigger and bigger, I almost choke on it. My lips start to curve down, but I try my hardest to cover it.

After moments of silence, I finally calmed myself down enough to make sure that I won't breakdown in the middle of speaking.

"How- How- why would you do this?" I choke. Those are the only words I can manage to put in together. 

He opens his mouth to speak, but closes it again.

"I was planning to tell you later," He finally spoke up. "Planning". The scar in my heart gets deeper as the anger bursts through again, giving me energy to smash my unspoken words together.

"Planning?! You mean all this time, all the time that I've put into this. All this time, I've been thinking, that maybe you are my prince. All this time that I might've convinced myself into forgiving you. All of that time is your fucking planning?" I raise my voice.

"No, Taylor, I-"

"Oh save it, save all of your voice to speaking with- with Emma! You- y- you jerk! You piece of shit!" I shout at him and cover my face with my hands to hide the stream of tears that are now pouring out freely, gliding down my cheek.

"I'm sorry, it's never meant to be figured out this way-" He responds quietly and attempts to touch my shoulder again, but I refuse to let him touch me. 

"I said don't fucking touch me! Can you not hear me?!" I growl once more, now breaking in tears. I've never planned on breaking down in front of anyone after Jake, but this one hurts trillions more.

He's cheated before, that scar was just healing, it healed, to be honest. But this one, this is twice, I feel like it's been cut open and torn and ripped apart and everything that's worse than a big cut. It's more torturing. 

I cry into my arms, noticing I am now hugging my tucked legs that are in my chest. Basically, in the protection of myself, no one can protect me now. How dumb of me. Thinking he protects me from the bullet, but he's actually the one behind the trigger.

I choke on my tears and passed every awful thing a crying person must've experienced during a break down, in that position. Harry just staring down at me with a frown, I'm thinking he's in shock.

After what feels like a century, I stand up and wipe the dry tears. I avoid Harry's intimidating stare and quickly slip an oversized hoodie on, before heading to the shower.