Brokenhearted (a Taylor Caniff fanfic )

Chapter 17

The moment I stepped into the hallway I could hear the commotion coming from the room that Aaron, Jack G, Jack J, and Shawn all shared.

I made my way down the hall and to the door. I didn't get the chance to knock before the door was being opened and someone ran smack into throwing me on my back. I looked around to see who the corporate was, but the were already gone.

"Parker! Are you okay?" Taylor said as he rushed to my side. I nodded and he grabbed my hand helping me to stand. He led me inside to the group of people. It was extremely crowded in here, I could feel my anxiety building and building. Maybe it was a mistake for me to come here. Everyone seems to be having fun without me. I was right after all they don't need me. They all have lives of their own, including Haley who was sitting on matts all completely occupied. I could feel my body start to tremble as my anxiety level got higher and higher, slowly becoming harder and harder for me to breath.

I could no longer tell what was going on around me. All I knew is I had to get out of this room. I looked up to Taylor who still had my hand in his, his eyes were filled with worry for he could tell something was wrong.

"I-I h-have to g-get out of h-here" I managed to choke out and before I knew it I was back in the hallway. I slide down the wall just outside the door. I drawled my knees up to my chest and put my head in my hands, trying to concentrate on my breathing and stop the near panic attack.

I felt someone rubbing small, comforting circles on my back. I knew immediately it was Taylor by the gentle touch. He had done this many times before during one of my restless nights.

Moments later my breathing had returned to normal and my heart was beating at a slow steady pace. I wrapped my arms firmly around Taylor neck as if to thank him for looking out for me and he returned the hug with out hesitation.

"Come on, sweetie. Let's get out of here." he cooed softly. I nodded slightly and took his hand as support as I pushed myself from the wall back to a standing position.

I walked close to Taylor's side, our fingers intertwined as he led me to the elevator at the end of the hall.

"Uh Taylor, where are we going cause I'm kinda in my pajamas." I said once we were safe inside the elevator, referring to my oversized gray sweat pants and tank top.

"Don't worry you look perfect in anything." he winked.

Seconds later the elevator bell dinged signaling we had come to a stop, and the doors slid open.

"Are you gonna tell me where we're going now?" I asked, letting my curiosity get the best of me.

"You'll see." He grinned.

In defeat, I didn't mention our destination again. I knew Taylor, being his stubborn self would never budge.

We stood just outside the hotel, the warm, summer night breeze hit my skin.

"What are you doing?" I asked Taylor, noticing him untying his bandana, only to receive no answer in return. Instead, he spun me around so I was no longer facing his direction. I tried to protest, but there was no use, he was much stronger than me. He placed the bandana over my eyes so that I could no longer see my surroundings.

"Just walk slow I'll guide you." he informed me. My anxiety getting the best of me, I hesitated and I'm sure Taylor noticed because the next thing I knew I could feel his lips press to my cheek and then to my ear.

"Do you trust me?" he whispered in my ear. His cool breath sending chills down my spine. I hate that he had this effect on me. I nodded in response and without hesitation Taylor lifted me off the ground and began walking, carrying me bridal style.

Silence filled the air around us. However, it wasn't awkward at all, in fact it was rather comforting.

Taylor came to a halt and placed me gently onto my feet before reaching up to untie the bandana from around my eyes.

I took in my surroundings, the salty breeze blowing my hair slightly. The sound of the waves crashing along the shore engulfed me. Light from the moon illuminated the area around us.

Taylor wrapped his arms firmly around my waist, pulling me into the sand with him. I settled in next to him, resting my head in his shoulder. He had one arm tucked around me and the other intertwined our fingers together.

I know it sounds cliché, but my hands seemed to fit perfectly in his as if my hands were made specifically to fit inside of his.

"It's beautiful, Taylor" I cooed, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, you are" I couldn't help, but laugh at this remark.

"That was corny." I said causing his cheeks to turn a shade of pink. "I liked it." I added and kissed his cheek, making him feel slightly less embarrassed.

"Taylor, I- " I started, but stopped before I could go any further.

"What is it?" he asked.

"It-it's nothing."

"Come on. You can tell me anything."

"I know."

"What's bothering you, I know it's not nothing." He asked rubbing small, comforting circles on my back as we looked out at the waves crashing around us, almost reaching our feet but not quite.

"You're my medicine that's what. You're fixing me." The next words to come out of my mouth would make or break me. "And I think I'm falling for you."

He looked at me as if I wore two heads upon my shoulders. He looked completely confused, like I was speaking a whole new language.

"Parker, I don't think I'm falling for you. I know with everything I have in me that I love you.... all of you, your scars included, the ones on your arms and thighs along with the ones on your heart. I can't fix you, and I can't put the pieces back together, only you can do that, but I can promise you that I won't leave you brokenhearted."

I could feel my eyes water as the tears building attempted to flow over. The words he just said to me has left me unstable. Maybe there is a chance for us, maybe, just maybe he won't leave me and I'll no longer be brokenhearted.

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