babysitter // haylor a.u.

#24

I just wanted to collapse to the ground and cry. But all I managed was a soft whimper of his name. He pushed her off him. His green eyes met mine, filled with guilt.

"Taylor, I can explain..."

"Don't." was all I said. I was running out, avoiding anyone I saw, ignoring whoever was shouting my name from behind. I finally stopped running when I reached the playground we were at earlier on. I was breathing heavily and I sat on the swing set to catch my breath. Soon, I was crying.

"Taylor..." I heard J say, voice clearly out of breath.

"Go away," I said, wiping my tears off my face with my sleeves.

"Harry doesn---" I glared at him so he would shut up. I didn't even want to hear his name.

J raised his hands up in defeat and turned away to walk away. I bit my lip, unsure if I should just let him walk away.

"Wait," I blurted out before J was too far to hear me. He stopped and turned his body to face me.

"Stay for a while," I said. I could tell that he was suppressing a smile. He let out a deep breath and sat on the swing next to me.

We spent the next few minutes, swinging alone. No one spoke a word. All I could hear were the squeaking of the swings, soft rustling of trees and my steady breathing.

The image of them kissing kept flashing before my eyes. I kept telling myself that it was not what it seemed. Giselle might have forced herself to him. But Harry let her. Maybe she was pushing him down too hard. But Harry could have told her that he loved me more. But. But. Finding reasons, or specifically, excuses, wasn't going to help me feel better at all.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" J whispered.

I looked up into the sky, it was yellowish-orange and the clouds were floating gently in the skies. It seems so peaceful. I wish I could be like them, not having a single boy problem or any problem at all. It gradually turned pinkish-purple.

I felt him looking at me. I turned to face him. He quickly looked away. I smiled a little.

J isn't so much of a jerk after all. He's just the same old shy yet fun guy whom I used to know and loved, and who was hurt badly by his ex.

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I didn't wanted to go in but I had to. I took a deep breath. I'm just going to go in and take my things and leave this fucking hell.

I nodded self-conciously. J watched me, with an eyebrow raised.

"What?" I asked, laughing a little.

"Nothing." He grinned.

I took out the keys and unlocked the door. It was quiet. I heard sounds in the living room - music was playing softly.

It seemed nearly creepy. The ambience was tense somehow. I felt that something was wrong. Before I knew it, I heard a thud sound behind me. I immediately turned around. J has fallen to the ground.

I panicked.

"J!" I cried. I knelt down next to him and when I placed my hand on his head, blood stained my hand. I yelped in surprise.

The next thing I knew, there was a sharp blow at the back of my head and everything went blur.

The last thing I saw was a figure.

Then, I blacked out.

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