Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 38

THE PHONE IS SO IMPORTANT IN THIS CHAPTER YOU GUYS DON'T EVEN KNOW

Emma. It was Emma all this time. All her messages are her selfies. She's tweeting my Harry pictures of her disgusting self to convince him to go. It all makes sense now, he's been so protective of himself - of his phone, to be specific. 

I scroll down the notifications reading one by one, feeling the cut on my heart slice by slice. It hurts for me to know that he received all these texts and didn't tell me. 

"Hey honey, I miss you."

"Wish you were here right now, nite boo."

Ugh. All those texts make me want to throw his phone out the window and vomit myself. What she is sending my Harry is disgusting and I have no idea why he didn't tell me.

My thoughts are abruptly interrupted by the close of the bathroom door and Harry comes walking out the door, his tall frame hovering my petite one, that is now hurled in a ball, not wanting to talk.

"What are you doing?" He asks, panicking. I can tell by the way his eyes go wide and he fiddles with his thumb. 

Instead of answering, I glance at the phone and back at him, giving him a hint of what I saw. If he can't take that hint, then I am done with us or whatever disaster we've formed. I've had enough. And I've realized I've said that many times. When I say 'enough' it's not that I've had enough of him - I've had enough of all the shit we've been through. It's tired going through this all the time - I wish moving on would be this easy, but it isn't. I probably need some space, I've already forgave him and I don't want to do it twice, so I need to stay away from this.

"Babe, I didn't answer. I swear-" He starts to say, not bothering to take his phone back. Before he can say anymore to stress me out more than I already am, I raise my hand, shutting him up.

It feels like some weight have been lifted when he said 'I didn't answer' but I still need time to just sort this out and release the stress I've been carrying since I've seen his phone.

"You know what, it's okay. I mean, you could've told me, but it's okay. As long as you didn't do anything.. anything like.. that. Then I'm fine. I- I just need some space to let this sink in. I'm leaving t-the house for a while." I let out a huge sigh, grabbing my bag and phone.

"Taylor, no, baby stay with me." He technically begs, but I decide against it. 

"It's okay, I'm not mad at you, Harry. I'm just trying to accept the fact that the person I possibly hate the most in this world has been texting my boyfriend without me knowing the past few days and it's just kinda bothering me a lot, but you and I know that when I let this sink in, we'll be alright." I barely whisper as I embrace him.

"No- I'm not gonna lose you, no-" He starts to panic again but I shut him up, this time by pressing my lips to his voluntarily and pull back, not giving him time to kiss back. I just want him to know that I'll always be right next to him, I just need some space right now and he probably knows that more than anyone. He knows me.

"You and I both know we aren't planning or dreaming of losing each other so shut up and give me some space. I love you." I whisper and kiss his cheek gently.

He lets go of me and presses his nose on mine.

"Promise? You'll be here soon right?" He asks like a little child, fans should see him like this more. He acts all cool and hot around them, but when it comes to this, he acts like he's losing his favorite teddy bear. 

"Promise. Always." I guarantee and leave the house, calling Nash.

I need someone right now and he's probably the only person. Selena is in a press conference and Cara is modelling for some brand right now and I figured out I shouldn't interrupt.