100 Days with Taylor

Day 31

Taylor's point of view:

I woke up with Harry's arms draped around my waist. A smile formed on my pink lips as I thought back to last night. It was perfect, everything was perfect, Harry, the night, the scenery, the kiss. Everything. I looked at the clock it was four in the morning. My stomach started turning, I soon felt as if I was going to throw up. I rushed up and sprinted as quietly as I could to the bathroom that was just down the hall. The porcelain bowl was filled with red...red. Blood.

I felt sick again and I immediately threw up again. This time someone was holding back my hair. I turned my head to see a tired Zayn with my hair in his hands. He shot me a sympathetic smile. He handed me a went towel and I wiped my face. Tears began streaming down my face as Zayn cradled me in his arms. He whispered,"It's going to be okay" into my ear multiple times while rubbing circles onto my back. Zayn was becoming one of my best friends, he was there , all the time.

"You feeling better?" He asked as I rolled out of his grasp.

I nodded with tears still falling slowly,"yeah, They told me it could happen, but it was scarier that it actually did."

He grasped me into another hug, my face was pressed against his muscular chest. His hands ran through my hair, calming me. When I got the strength I stood up along with Zayn. We walked into the living room and we sat on the couch in silence.

"Did I wake you?" I asked Zayn in a hushed tone.

He shook his head,"I was having trouble sleeping,"

"Why?" 

A sigh escaped his lips,"Every time I shut my eyes or drifted to sleep I'd be awaken by the same nightmare?"

"What was it?"

"I don't want to say," He said scratching the back of his neck,"It might scare you."

I raised an eye brown,"I want to hear it,"

"Well," He started,"I keep having this dream that I'm sleeping but I get waken up by the screams of Harry saying that..we erm, lost you. And we rush to the hospital but it's too late every single time."

My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. Zayn's eyes were filling with tears,"And I didn't get to say goodbye to you either."

Tears began silenty streaming down both of our faces. I hugged him tightly as he wiped the last tears away from his tanned face. As we pulled away from the hug I began to talk,"Don't worry about me, Zayn."

He shook his head that was placed in the palms of his hands,"I will always worry about you, so will the boys. You're apart of the family now. What you go through, we go through, we're there with you every step of the way."

I began crying again,"I don't want you guys to hurt if I'm hurting. I know my times coming soon." I wipe my face that I'm sure was red and puffy from crying. Zayn still had his head rested in the palm of his hands,"Promise to not leave before I get to say goodbye?"

"I promise you, pinky promise." I said reaching my hand out to intertwine our pinkies.

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"You look Tired," Harry whispered in my ear.

    We were walking down the road as paparazzi flashed our pictures and screamed questions in our faces. Harry's grip on my hand stayed tight as we made our way through the crowded streets. The boys and I were going down the street to a small diner for breakfast.

Once we finally got there we were seated in a corner booth in attempt that we wouldn't be noticed as much. We scooted into the booth and began looking through the menu's.