(Warning, PG and a sad one)
Taylor Caniff Short Fanfic/Imagine
"Taylor, slow down! You're going to fast! We'll crash!"
I said worriedly. Taylor was speeding along in his new car, a Ferrari, not even pausing to check the speed limit. He took one hand off the wheel and snaked it around my shoulder, grinning.
"Chill, Y/N, I know what I doing babe."
I shrugged him off.
"Taylor please, your scaring me!"
Tears began to well up in my eyes. Taylor turned, hands off the wheel, to give me a hug.
"TAYLOR!"
I screamed. The oncoming truck was heading our way fast, too fast to stop. Taylor twisted in the last second, and in realisation, pulled me in for a kiss. Then, too soon, the truck slammed into us, flipping the new car on its side smashing the windscreen and crushing us underneath it. I blacked out.
I felt a small shake on my shoulder. My eyes fluttered open, expecting to see Taylor stood over me, waking me from a bad dream. It wasn't him.
"Mom."
I whispered. Mom stared worriedly down at me, and tears began to fall down my face. I was led in a hospital bed, in a quiet, dark ward.
"Where's Taylor?"
I asked shakily sitting up a little. The sudden movement made me feel dizzy, so I led back down again.
"Y/N,"
Mom said gently, softly, brushing back a strand of my hair. I didn't like her tone of voice, her choice of words.
"Taylor is dead, Y/N,"
She finished, wiping her own tears.
I wept for hours, refusing food, water, sleep. I just cried. Taylor, my everything gone.
