Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 52

BRACE YOURSELVES.

yes this is a short last chapter but I promise to make it up to you in the sequel I promise :)

oh and shoutout to fandomsofswift for voting every chap in the last few days ily <3

THERE WILL BE AN AUTHORS NOTE/ANNOUNCEMENT AFTER THIS SO PLEASE DON'T GO AWAY BEFORE THAT

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I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing, and the sense of Harry's long, masculine arms draped around my waist.

I reach up to grasp my vibrating phone to empty my thumping annoyance and is successful, but my heart pounds  when I look at the caller ID; Andrew. I dread to hear what his call is to be about as soon as my thumbs fumble upon the 'answer' button.

"Hello?" I mumble into the speaker and as soon as I say that, Harry's eyes sprang open, immediately landing the green pairs at me.

"I'm outside, come out as soon as possible." Andrew's harsh tone spilled in my ears.

Wait what?

I quickly stand up making Harry's confusion evident on his face as I open the white framed window to see none other than the annoying manager staring at me, back seat car windows rolled down. He grins at me in an amusing expression, making me roll my eyes in displeasure.

"Can you at least not be right in front of the goddamn flat?" I shout from the spot, taking a look around my surroundings outside; no paps.

"No." He replies bluntly, rolling up the car windows that later covered up his appearance.

"Ugh.." I groaned, walking to the bathroom to get myself ready and then I realized what I was getting ready for. And that's what I'm not looking forward to the most.

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Our breakfast occured in silence, I know that this isn't the best way to spend our 'last' day, but with the lump in my throat, I'm pretty sure that I'd breakdown if we were to be talking like nothing will be happening in the next 4 hours of the day.

After eating, Harry has volunteered to do the dishes as I sit down, quietly not daring to think of anything that could occur. I am a believer of 'everything happens for a reason' and if there's any reason why we weren't to be together, then that reason is undoubtedly that we'd be together in the end. At least, that's what I think.

When he's done washing the dishes Andrew's number appeared abruptly on the screen of my phone and I hesitantly reached up to pick it, secretly wishing for him to cancel our sudden parting, but no. He called to hurry us off and that did nothing but scare me even more, the thought of Harry being away and not being able to see me is... frightening to say the least.

The call stunned me, it was like an electric shock, it sent waves through the thoughts in my mind that this is really happening. He's going to leave me. We're never going to kiss, cuddle, hug, make love, or anything else that we'd be doing anymore. We're not going to see each other and I'm going to lose those wondrous green eyes that I'd find laying on mine at all times. I'm going to lose what we have and all the special things we get to do together. I'm going to lose everythi-

"Taylor," Harry's deep raspy voice mushed with his thick accent distracted me from my thoughts - and that's when I realized I was shaking, full on. My lips were quivering, my eyes were glossy and my expression was recognizably prominent.

I quickly look up, his bold eyes locked on mine making electric connections immediately. His eyes showed concern but he wasn't scared.

"Are you scared?" He asked, almost whispering.