Taylor's POV
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A week..
Two weeks....
Three weeks....
There. Nothing happened. Not even a single smile or wave or urgh! He left me hanging. Since our first date, he never gave an actual care. It has been a month, there was no warning, there was no explanation, there wasn't even a single goodbye. I tried questioning myself on where did I go wrong? Was I too fast? Was he just giving me all the feels and leave me hanging for nothing? Did he really care? Then negative thoughts are popping inside my mind like am I ugly? Am I not enough? Maybe the moment he said I love you to me was the moment he realized that his heart was really for Ariana.
The thought made me ache. I'm never going to be that girl. She's so hype and sophisticated, she had guts to tell someone how she feels, she has all the qualities a man would dream of I assume, she looks so perfect. But I had always thought that I was the one who was worthy enough to be held by him. Harry made me feel that and yet this happened.
It was getting out of hand, I was like a fool in the streets bawling my eyes out not feeling the life inside of me. Where was I? Where was this heading.
I stayed up late every night wanting and waiting for him to come by and send me a message but nothing happened. Not even a single letter.
I came to think that when my birthday passed I thought he had some surprises I ended up spending my day through overthinking. But my day didn't end up so sad. Joe came along. He had some surprises that made me feel a little better.
It was a gloomy day, rain starts pouring outside and nothing seemed to matter to me for I was waiting for Harry to send me a text. Staring at the raindrops, following it's flow, listening to it's drops, it was never going to be a happy day for me.
An hour passed, I decide to just give up and rest. I tried to lure myself with the idea that i'll be okay. I was looking at my ceiling when suddenly my phone decided to ring. It displayed a name. The name that I wished to see but it wasn't him. Joe. Thank God for him.
Joe Jonas: Happy Birthday Taffy! Getting older eh? Come meet me outside?
I smiled lightly when I figured that he was outside. He managed to stand there this entire time? Where did he look for shelter? Is his phone waterproof? Ah! Nevermind that. I still needed to open the gate for him. I made my way out of the door and peeped out to look at him.
There he was right there. Standing with his huge grin, a jacket on which was soaked with rain water and his hands bringing two boxes of pizza wrapped around a plastic cover while the other hand holding his already wet phone.
I looked at him and just smiled. I opened the gate for him and led him straight inside.
As we stepped inside my crib, he greeted me with his ecstatic smile. Heading to my sofa, he asked me, "how's the birthday so far?"
what answer was he trying to get from me? that it was okay? that i was fine that he was all i had right now? when no know one else in the world remembered me?
before overthinking gets me to nowhere, i stopped and answer him," okay, i guess?"
he looked at me, not convinced with my answer. i knew him too well, and he knows me.
there was no way i could ever lie to him.
i knew he was never going to drop the issue. he knew how vulnerable i am.
so, i told him everything.
and for now, cuts and wounds were even deeper.
