Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 40

~IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END~

sorry I couldn't update for a while :( I had exams that I think I did okay on, but lets move on to this chap it's pretty long and ily so

BTW, Harry put the 'back to December' outfit on Tay and that's pretty cute ♡

 After arriving at the house, I was in shock, it felt like I was speaking but I didn't and I couldn't. Harry tried to talk to me but I can't even move their eyes, all they could do was rest upon his and not do anything else apart from staring at ridiculous objects.

I feel his touch on my numb, drunk skin as he put me down on something soft, it feels like a bed. My senses aren't alive and I don't know what I'm doing or feeling anymore, it's just something I can't process in my mind at the current moment.

My eyes can't close like it would do automatically anymore. It would just rest upon concrete objects and his eyes, moving back and forth in between.

My sense of hearing is completely shut and I couldn't here anything except for my mind. I think I see his mouth move, but I couldn't hear any volume, no levels of decibels are displayed to come in contact with my hearing and I cannot do anything apart from staying still. My mind is still reassuring that I am safe and out of danger, it is still trying to let that situation sink in.

But suddenly, I hear- no I feel a sound. It vibrates through my skin and I flinch. The sound sends a sudden thump through my mind, it disturbs the peace in my mind that is thinking wildly.

This time, I hear soft murmurs of Harry before feeling pressure on my knees, but I can't look down or even move my neck. But whatever my body is doing, I can still feel the familiar sense of his curls tickling my knees. He's crying, he shouldn't be. I can't let this happen. I need to calm him down. It's not his fault, it's mine for the blind trust I've put on someone I shouldn't give that trust to.

I feel the need to stroke his dark brown curls and I'm surprised that my hand moved at least a centimeter closer to his head, I can't feel him. When I try to comfort him and stroke his hair the way he likes it, my body is long gone, all I have is my mind.

I get it. My body is shutting down for while and I can't fight it, I don't know what's going on with my body. I probably have to stay like this for a while until my energy comes back to recognize my surroundings.

Harry's POV

"Babe?" I say wiping her tears, I'm betting she doesn't even know that tears are constantly pouring down of her eyes.

She's staring back and forth between me and the white wall behind me. This is the most blankest expression I've ever seen on her face and she isn't the open book she used to be making her harder to read.

"No shit, Harry, she's in shock." My conscious speaks up.

Right. She's in shock. My princess can't speak or talk. She won't be able to talk or move or do anything and that's because of me. Damn it. I thought she needed some space and that's what I gave her, but her idea of space is probably that asshole and I can't believe I trusted her decision for herself, they're always so stupid and unplanned it drives me crazy, but I love her.

I tugged at my hair and kicked the bedside table in frustration, but some trigger seems to have made her flinch, but her eyes don't move, her expression didn't change, her body just flinched to the sudden noise I just made.

"I'm sorry, baby," I mutter, I know she can't hear me, but I am truly sorry. I can't imagine what it's like to be in her world. She must be broken.