The Story of Our Song ||Laylor||

Chapter 38: And I'm Saying Gσσ∂вує

"I still remember the look on your face, lit through the darkness at 1:58. The words that you whispered for just us to know. You told me you loved me so why did you go away.....so I'll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes. All that I know is I don't know how to be something you'll miss. I never thought we'd have a last kiss..."

A/N: i'll admit...i helped with the comments a bit :$ what? Im impatient and i wanted you guys to read this. Just remember that whatever happens in this chap THERE IS A SEQUEL

-Louis-

I settle down on the couch in my new house in LA. Since the first part of our tour was over 1 month ago, I bought a house in LA.

It's about 1 am and I'm tired, because of all the partying I've done. I was at Harry's house where him and Niall were staying and we were watching derby and having a few beers.

We also may or may not had been jumping up and down dancing to the song Talk Dirty To Me by Jason Derulo.

My phone starts ringing and I lazily reach for it, before checking the Caller ID.

It's Taylor.

I quickly answer it and hold the phone to my ear. "L-Louis?" I hear her voice. It sounds like she has been crying. "Love, what's wrong?" I ask quickly. "C-Can you just come o-over. Please?" She whispers and then the line goes dead. I quickly stand up and grab my keys. I don't even put shoes on as I run out the door and lock it. I go into my car and get in.

I start the car and quickly start driving to her house.

Why does she need me at 1:50am?

-Taylor-

I open my laptop and log onto Twitter. Everything in me is screaming not to, but I can't help it. I slowly slow through my mentions, reading them. As suspected, they are all hate.

I can't help myself when I break down crying again. This is all hate because of Louis. Larry Stylinson rumors that are exploding because of Louis' move next to Harry's house in LA.

I keep reading through the hate until I can't take it any longer. My body is shaking with sobs as I curl myself up deeper into the couch. The sobs slow to only sniffles and I brush my hair out of my face.

I have to do it.

My heart breaks at the thought and I start to cry again, just by thinking about it. Everyone told mr not to let it affect me. Not to let it come between me and him. But they don't know what it's like. I have already been physically hurt by fans. It started last week when I went for a walk. About three teenage girls came up to me. At first, I though they were fans, but then they threatened me to stay away from Louis, and they slapped my arm, when I told them it was none of their business.

I didn't tell management.

They don't need to know, because there is nothing they can do, except maybe get those girls in trouble and give me a full-time bodyguard, but I don't want that.

I take a deep breath and dial the one number I know needs to help me do what I need to do.

There are two rings before I hear the familiar voice on the other line. "Tay?" He asks and I sniff. "Cam, can you please come over. I'll explain when you get here," I say. "Yeah, of course. Are you alright?" He asks. "Yes. Just please, hurry," I say and hang up the phone. I curl back into the couch and let more tears fall.

Five minutes later, there is a knock on my door. I trudge slowly to the door and open it.

"Taylor..." Cameron trails off and I sigh knowing what he means. "C'mere," he wraps me in his arms and I feel small compared to him. He pulls away. "Come inside and sit. I need you to do me a favor," I say and he nods.