Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 33

Songs for this chap:

Fall For You - Secondhand Serenade

Through The Dark - One Direction

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"And then she seriously saw me in the shower!" Nash explains his stories when I was gone off to the music industry. I chuckle at the stories he tells me, it's like I've been left out for a long time, which is true, considering the fact that we haven't met in five years. He's been telling me these weird stories ever since, I've arrived at his house at 8 and it is now 11, but I couldn't care less, I'm having fun and this is the happiest I've been since the 'day'.

"Nash, honestly, this apple pie tastes just like how I remembered it! Awesome cooking!" I say as I take another bite off the familiar taste of home.

"Thank you, you look great today by the way! Why haven't I told you that the second you came in?" He compliments me making my cheeks turn slightly red and I smile, looking at my hands.

"You wanna watch Law and Order or Grey's Anatomy? Are those still your favorites?" He suggests after we both finish our meals and Nash washing the dishes.

"You know me well, Nashter," I reply, smirking at him.

"Enough of the nickname already, it's getting old, Tswiz," He responds. Smart much? 

I roll my eyes in reply and head to the couch as Nash grabs the CD sitting in his collection. When he slides the CD in the player, it begins. My favorite show of all time. Nash sits beside me and rests his arms on the back of the couch, making his long arms look like it's wrapped around my shoulders.

"So, how are you and Harry goin'?" He asks, so suddenly.

"Oh- um, we've got our problems and complications, but it's normal isn't it?" I reply, but it's no good. He senses the disappointment and sadness behind my words and quickly recognizes it.

"Not going well?" He finally guessed it right and I nod as he gave me a heart-warming hug.

Just right after, my phone starts to vibrate and being the woman I am to be quick at answering calls, I rush to get the phone. But I instantly regretted it when the caller ID shows up and it says "Harry".

He's probably going to tell me to come home, so I decline it. He shouldn't be telling me what to do and I should be able to hang out with my guyfriend freely without interruptions from my rude-ass so-called boyfriend.

It's finally a day where Andrew is on my side, so it's my turn to be happy, no paps to be aware of. Great, so there should be no interruptions.

"You not answering that?" Nash asks quietly and I shrug, waving off the subject.

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After a while of watching about three or four episodes of Law and Order. I receive a sudden text message but before I check it, I realize that it's 1 in the morning. Harry should be asleep, so it's safe to check a simple text, who'd be sending texts at 1 though?

My heart stops when the sender is Harry. Why is he awake? But the text sends heart-warming chills through me.

"Hey, I'm worried sick, come home please? :(  - H"

Before my heart can reply, my mind replies first. I cannot be interrupted, no one can tell me what to do. He shouldn't be worried about me anyways, he's got Emma to worry about.

I ignore the text but before I can go back to the couch, Nash is behind me, his fingers run through the curve of my shoulder and to my forearm. It sends chills through my body, but it doesn't beat Harry's, they're not warm, they're.... cold.

When he moves closer, due to my instincts and thoughts about love, I move back. But when I reach the wall, my mind panics, but my heart craves more. I need.. some kind of distraction. This whole situation is taking me off-guard, the whole Harry and Emma incident is making my mind go nuts and if I have no distraction to cure the stress, my life is going to be hard. 

His nose brushes mine and my surprise him by crashing my lips to his. He easily accepts and grazes his tongue on my lower lip. This feels good, but it doesn't make me sense the good in this. I don't feel what I'm expecting to feel. It's completely wrong and it's senseless.

I use my hands to push him back, but he doesn't, he keeps going, making me frown. My heart thumps and the heat in my body rises. This is so wrong.

"No- N- Nash." I say, as he kisses my neck.

When he doesn't stop, my common sense finally kicks in and gives me strength.

"Get off!" I shout as I loud as I can and he finally lets go.

Old memories - unwanted ones, kick in and my body works on it's own. I grab my bag, my phone and my jacket as I head out the door.

"Taylor, no, wait, I'm sor-" Before he can finish his sentence, I slam the door and run out in the pouring rain. In seconds, my hair gets damp, but I really don't care. I need to run away, 'get away from him' is the only thought in my mind. I run as far away from him as I can, when I start to see his door open and he comes to chase me. 

I run, going nowhere, until I've had enough and the tears pour down my face. I grab my phone and before I know it, my fingers press Harry's name.

"Hello?" I dark, raspy, voice picks up and whispers through the dial.

"Harry- I- I, pick me up," I stop to pant despite my exhaustion from running. "C-can you come pick me up?" I finally manage those words and the coldness from the rain starts to kick in.

"Fuck, I'll be there in 5 minutes just give me the address." He replies and I can hear him putting on his clothes, I give him the address.

"I'm sorry, I told you I shouldn't leave you. Fuck. Stay there, I'll be there as soon as possible."

He hangs up, leaving me to sit down on the pavement, Nash is out of sight for now, which is a good sign. What have I gotten myself into?

What was I even expecting his lips to be? Why did I even do that? I tug at my hair and cover my face with my hands, crying myself to stop crying.

For what feels like an eternity, I can hear the footsteps trailing down and it's getting more louder as it comes closer to me.

As soon as the footsteps reveal who it belongs to - I already know who it is; Nash.

He touches me and I don't know what to do anymore, I'm shaking, panting, and my mind is running wild. I scream and shout and pushes his grip on my shoulder before I could see the headlights of Harry's car. I stand up, Nash pushes me back again, I try to push him off but his grip is too tight this time. 

"No, let go!" I cry and choke on my tears, but he doesn't he stays like that and keeps his stare on the car.

No one could explain how relieved I am to see the curly brown haired man stepping out of the car door. His hands tugged at his fringe and he quickly rushes to me.

"Why did you do this to her?! The pain you've caused her is tremendous!" Nash yells at Harry. "I can see it in her fucking eyes and she's never been this wa-" But before Nash could answer, Harry's clenched fists hit his cheek, making him let go of the grip. Harry turns his head to me and he freezes. His eyes widen at my broken face, my makeup is screwed, my clothes are wet and my hair is a complete mess. He faces Nash again, looking at his pale face and I look down, not wanting to know what's going to happen next.

"What the fuck did you do to her?" He growls.

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