Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 48 + 49

Song for this chapter:

Stay the Night - Zedd ft. Hayley Williams

Clarity - Zedd ft. The Foxes

I made this chapter a combination of two to make this longer for you guys ily :) 

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Taylor's POV

Where is he? Is he okay? Is he with someone else? He probably is. No doubt. 

I sit alone in the corner, with my cat really. The cozy fire burns the warmth into my skin and it soothes me. It relaxes me. I grab my phone and the first thing I see is my unchanged lock screen. It's us. When we were in that innocent stage. No fights. Just pure love. We were going steady until all this happened. I reckon there's more in the camera roll, and my mind begs to look through.

So I did. I looked at so many memories. The gala, MSG and everything. We were so happy whether we knew it or not. We loved each other. Now look at us, we're separated. And it's not working. Our relationship works weirdly - like a machine, it functions oddly, yet it still can manage, but when it gets old, the strings won't be compatible anymore and those two parts that once worked, wouldn't be able to work together anymore.

Strands of my golden hair fall from my ear and for some particular reason, I wait. Maybe it's because I'm instintively used to how he will move it for me and he always does, he never misses it. But he isn't here and that hasn't sunken in that he literally left, right in front of my eyes when I could've stopped him.

My thoughts linger as my eyes closed slowly and then all at once.

And then everything shifted. I can see him. Harry is here with me in the room. Why is he here? I thought he was gone.

As soon as I lift my head up to see his full face, I see a different figure, but still Harry. His eyes are bloodshot - literally the color of blood, that means one thing; he's drunk. 

I try to reach him, but I can't move, he's going to crash into things. He's going to get hurt. I feel like my heart is going to just rip out of my chest at any second.

And all of a sudden, my surroundings faded and I awake to my shaking body, my bangs are wet from all the sweat and my breathing pace is faster than ever.

Where is he? Could he have gone to the bar? Has he gotten drunk? All those negative energy fills my mind as I get up and reach for my jacket to head outside and find him. Whatever bar he's at, I need to get him out and help him no matter what circumstance we're in.

But as I reach for the door handle, it feels like someone's grabbed it from the outside. When it opens, his figure towers over me and his appearance is no difference from the appearance that came into view in my dream earlier. His eyes are bloodshot red and his hair is downright messy.

"Babe?" His thick accent fills up my mind. But this is different. His tone is slur and drunk. He takes a step towards me and he pulls me into an embrace. No, not those warm ones, but the ones where it can be accidental and unknown.

Harry's POV

Her scent fills my drunken senses and her hair brushes against my face. As I pull out of her half intended embrace, I stare at her. She looks as beautiful in my drunken illusion. 

"You're beautiful when I'm drunk and you're beautiful when I'm sober," I may or may not have said to her, but I catch her warm smile.

"Where'd you go?" She asked suddenly, looking straight into my eyes. Even though I'm drunk as shit, I can still see the concern behind the blue eyes that I adore.

"Don't worry about me, baby, what about you?" I change the topic, however I know that question has to be answered at some point.

"I- I'm fine." She replies. Her tone is harsh. Blunt and just not her. She's not cheerful and her tone doesn't go up and down. It's shaky. Is she frightened?

Before I can comprehend, my stomach doesn't cooperate.

"I'm going to be sick." I say and rush to the bathroom.

As soon as I reach the toilet I vomit out the drunken liquid that has made all my thoughts foggy and shitty. 

I can feel the trace of her small palms rubbing up and down my back supporting and comforting me through this mess I'm in.

After being done and cleaning up, I drop to the ground, right there on the hard bathroom floor bringing the cruel gravity with me all at once. What if nothing was so heavy on us? Why can't this world be nice and wonderful and not cruel and spiteful?

She sits next to me, her small head resting on my right shoulder. I can feel her shaking, maybe it's because she's never seen me this way before, or maybe she's scared. I have no idea what the possibilities is for me and for us. But all I know is that at least she cares. She cares even though I've been shit to her and has given her the wrong idea.

"I'm sorry, darling." I say to her as I close my eyes, letting a sigh. Well at least the sorry is done.

"Shhh..." She shuts me up. What if she doesn't want to give me another chance? What if she wants to demolish our memories and shut me out of her life for good?

"Let's just- just at least talk when you're sober. Please?" She practically begs and I happen to force myself to concur with her even though I really want to fucking get this over with. But if she wants it this way, she's gonna have it her way.

And that gives me one conclusion, it's either that this might be my last real night with my girl or that I can fix this.

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Yours Truly,

SwiftandShums x :) ♡