Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 32

This one is such a short chapter and I'm soo sorry guys :'( I'll update again later sometime today i love you

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 I wake up to the sound of birds chirping and my alarm going off signalling it is now 9 in the morning. 

I groan louder than I expected and get up to face reality.

After being done with showering, my stomach grumbles, in need for food and I immediately get dragged downstairs by the smell of pancakes and syrup - maple syrup, I think.

I go downstairs hugging myself tight in my oversized sweater, to face Harry. He's washing a pan and when I look at the dining table, I see that the breakfast is set up. Pancakes with whipped cream, strawberry and about 5 slices of banana is laid in a plate with maple syrup. The side of my body is leaning on the wall while my eyes look back at Harry's, matching his green breath-taking eyes, but the brightness is missing since the dark circles below his eyes are hiding the value of the green eyes I once adored.

I walk to the table and sat down, nibbling the hot chamomile tea that Harry has grown to know that I've liked, still keeping my stare at Harry. After that, I grab the fork and take small bites off my pancake, but I was done in minutes.

He reluctantly makes a move to grab the plate from me to wash it, but I shake my head.

"I'll wash it myself," I say blankly and he takes his hands off the plate. "The pancake was delicious." I manage a small compliment and even a weak smile, earning a dimpled-grin.

He moves closer to me and to my instincts, I take a step back. With just one small action, I can still see tears brim at his eyes, tempting to pour down, as he bites his lips to stop them.

"I-I'm leaving for an interview in five minutes," His voice cracks.

"Then why didn't you leave earlier?" I question.

"I was making you breakfast and I was going to clean that up," His hand points to the plate. I stare up and down his body, it's funny how one guy that you love can be a guy you don't know at all, like all of my past relationships, but this is different. My feelings for him seems to linger. It's not going anywhere, but I'm forcing myself to do whatever I can, in my power, to take those feelings out and replace with nothing because I've come to the conclusion that, the more I care, the more painful it's going to be. But I can't stop myself from staring at him, he has hurt me and he has done so much with my heart, but my heart can't bring herself to process the thought even though my brain's already telling me to stop.

"T-thank you." I say and look away from his eyes. Before I can look up, his body is already centimeters away from mine and before I know it, my heart takes over. 

His large hands cup my cheeks and his head tilts sideways, his beautiful face close to mine. I can feel his hair touch my forehead and his curly quiff tickles my forehead.

Before I can realize that I'm actually moving backwards, while he's trying to keep the same distance, my body reaches against the table and I press my hand on the rim of the table, leaning against it. His body presses against mine and his breath fans against my lips making me lick my dry lips.

The old connection between me and him - it's getting thick. Old experiences come back and it fills my head with pieces of a small part of my mind that's willing to do anything to have him.

I close my eyes and his nose brush against mine, along with his soft lips. As the memories raced through my mind, I feel wrong. It's the wrong moment, it's the wrong time and it's the wrong person.

I use every piece of my strength, despite my weak common sense to push him back with my arms. He doesn't try to keep going - to my surprise, but he does. He backs away and puts his hands in his pocket.

"Y-you should go, it's past five minutes," I say and walk to the door to open it for him.

"Mm hmm." He replies simply and walks out the door, I hear a small 'sorry' under his breath and he's gone out of sight.

Just as I close the door, the faint sound of my phone ringing makes me rush upstairs to pick it up.

The caller ID explains it all: Nash.

"Hello?" I say picking it up.

"Taylor, how's it going? Listen, uh, do you wanna come over for dinner? I made the old classic apple pie for dessert that we learned in cooking class in year nine, so, what do you say?" He asks, rushing his words.

"Uh- yeah sure, it's not like I have anywhere to go anyways, see you at 5?" I suggest and he happily agrees.

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Nash's POV

As she hangs up the phone, I quickly rose a thumb for the person opposite of me, signalling that this is successful.

A grin ran through her lips and she snickers.

"I've got her." I whisper as we both burst into a huge laughing session.

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