100 Days with Taylor

Day 15

Taylor's point of view:

It was early in the morning and the doctors had waken me up to say that I was free to leave. I got the little bit of things I had with me at the hospital and I left the hospital room only to run into Harry standing in the hallway. Before I could even process what happened I was enveloped in Harry's strong arms. He gripped me for atleast a minute and just kept me close to him. His scent filled my nose as my face was pressed against his chest.

"I missed hugging you," Harry said as he pulled away.

I smiled and her intertwined our fingers and we walked down the hallway. We got into the elevator and I felt Harry's eyes burning on me,"You got skinnier," 

My shoulders shrugged,"I guess that what happens when you're on the road to dea-"

"Stop, we're not talking about that anymore. Clear?"

I nodded,"Alright."

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Liam's arm grabbed me into a hug,"How are you feeling?"

"I'm actually feeling a lot better, I almost feel new."

A grin broke across his face,"I'm glad to hear, are you going to go out tonight with us?"

"Yeah, where are we going?"

"Some club down the road," Liam said dancing some embarrassing dance that caused me to erupt in laughter, he looked at me with fake pain,"Ouch."

"Lemme get ready," Liam nodded and said,"The boys said they'll be here in an hour or so, they had some errands to run with Anne."

The water poured on my body as I scrubbed it clean. Showers at the hospital do not compare to showers at a home. Wrapping myself in a towel I walked into the room I was staying in, and looked through the closet full of clothes.,"Liam!" I called.

Liam strolled into the room momentarily,"Yes?"

"Should I wear this?" pointing to a light blue right dress,"Or this?" My finger now pointing at a white tight dress.

"The blue one," I nodded then shooed him out of the room so I could change into it. As I pulled it on I had realized how skinny I had become. My hands ran over my body, I could feel my ribs ever so cleary and it made me cringe. I shook my head from the thoughts and I began to blow dry my hair, and  then I curled it and threw on some make up. 

Just as I was finishing it up there was a quiet knock on the door,"Come in!"

Harry's figure walked in,"You ready?"

"Just about, gotta throw on my shoes," I stood up and I watched Harry's eyes examine my body. I felt my cheeks getting warm but I walked over to put on my glittery heels. Harry linked our arms and escorted me to the car. It took about a half hour to drive to the club,"Funky Monkey, this place rocks!" Niall yelped as we pulled up. There was flashes from the photographers as they snapped all of our pictures, I heard people asking questions about why I had passed out on stage the other night but we had just ignored them and walked into the club.

The music was pumping as we made our way to the dance floor. Harry had his arms around my waist as we danced. By now Harry had consumed quite a few drinks. He was grinding all over me, it was becoming a bit too much. I hadn't drinken anything as the doctors told me it's be best if I kept clear of alcohol for a little while. Harry was downing them one by one, taking shots of liquor any chance he had. His grip got tighter on my waist as he pulled me closer,"Let go, I don't feel like dancing."

"Come on, just dance with me!" He slurred bringing me closer which I didn't believe was physically possible.

"Let go of me now," I said sounding more stern. But he refused, his body kept grinding on mine. I got the urge and I pushed him away and he stumbled back. As I tried to walk away he gripped my wrist,"Harry you're wasted, let go of me." 

"I'm just trying to have fun, something you don't know how to do. You're going to die miserable." With that I raised my hand to slap the utter shit out of him but I felt someone grab my hand stopping me. I noticed a sober Liam break me from Harry's grasp and lead me out of the club. He halled a taxi and we got in and he immediatly told the driver the address of the hotel the boys had, though they've been mostly staying at Harry's.

"You alright?" Liam asked looking at me.

I shrugged,"I never knew Harry could be such an arse."

Liam frowned,"He's just drunk off his mind right now, he'll regret it in the morning."

We pulled up to their hotel as Liam handed the driver some money and we made our way inside. We took the elevator up to the tenth floor and he swipped the key card to enter the hotel room.  It was fancy and quite large. I took a seat on the couch and rested my head in the palm of my hands. Liam sat next to me and patted my back,"It's going to be okay tomorrow, I promise."

"He's right," I said on  the edge of tears.

I felt Liam's arm wrap around my shoulders as he pulled me into him and I began crying into his chest. He rubbe soothing circles on my back as he told me that Harry wasn't right, and that he never meant it.  I couldn't help but think of what Harry had said though, he's basically right. I'm miserable, I'm going to die miserable, might as well end it now. There's no point in waiting how the story ends.

My body was curled against Liam's torso as I was still crying into his arms. We sat there for atleast another hour. Suddenly there was voices approaching the ruin but I didn't move from my position. I poked my head up to see who it was, I saw Louis and Zayn basically dragging Harry's drunken body into a hotel and Harry slurred out curse words while telling them to get off of him. Then Harry's eyes caught mine,"What are you doing with him?"

"I'm staying the hell away from you," I said standing up,

Harry chuckled,"Good, Stay away from me forever, Live on the god damn streets, or Live with your dad who beats you everyday! Have fun!"

My heart crushed as Harry said those last few words. I immediatly bolted out the door throwing my heels down in the hallway. I heard voices calling after me but I ignored them and kept running, I didn't bother waiting for the elevator I took the steps. My bare feet tapped against the cold concrete as I kept running until I knew that no one was behind me. I sat down on the curb and I wrapped my knees up to my face and began sobbing. Chills went up my spine as the cool night air breathed on me. Harry didn't want me around, My own father didn't want me around, neither did my Mom hence the fact she had left us. My weak and fragile body and my feet began gracefully walking towards the center of the usual busy road. Cars weren't crowding the road tonight, but my eyes caught a truck heading my way. I stood my ground in the path way  of the truck coming my way. I felt my body crash to the ground.

It wasn't the speeding truck that had hit me.

It was Liam Payne's body. He was laying on the cold ground next to me as the Truck whizzed by our feet. My eyes stared at the boy that was sitting there ever so silently. His eyes were locked on mine. I just stared at him intently, tears were brimming my eyes, I couldn't speak. My voice was too fragile, I mouth the word 'why?' to Liam as he was staring at me. He remained silent didn't speak nor move at all. His eyes were stinging with tears. 

"Taylor," he said taking a deep breath,"I love you."