100 Days with Taylor

Day 50

Sorry there's such a difference in the days, like it's speeeding. I just i dunno, sorry.

This is also short, sorry for the short chapters, ugh. Tonight just hasn't been my night. I tried using my emotions and putting them into my writing but it's making things too sad..ugh. I'm really sorry, I'm honestly not emotionally stable right now and I'm sitting here trying to right, lol.

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Taylor's point of view:

    I've been at home for a while now. The boys know I'm okay, or at least Liam and Zayn do. My Dad hasn't been here, he's probably locked up again. It's not problem to me, if he was here I don't know where I'd go because the last place I want to be is near Harry. I feel like I'm slowly losing him. Or maybe he's slowly losing himself. I couldn't do that to him, I couldn't watch him crumble the way that I did. He's been calling and texting me everyday but I can't force myself to pick it up. I just can't do it.

    Maybe I was just clinging onto Harry because I needed something to be my anchor. 

I heard the latches on the front door begin to unlock. I heard a familiar deep voice. My dad was home. I shuffled into the hallway. There he stood with bloodshot eyes,  had he been crying? His eyes met mine. I didn't see anger, I didn't see anything that I usually say, I saw my daddy, I saw sadness.

"Daddy?" I asked my voice shaking as tears fell from my eyes.

He nodded,"Taylor,"

Before I could process what I was doing I was running into my Father's arms. He wrapped them tightly around me. I felt his tears wetting my shirt. My daddy. We sat there hugging, in complete silence. Something me and my father haven't done in years. He pulled away from the hug,"Taylor, I'm going to be gone, for a long, long time."

I wiped the tears that were still falling from my eyes,"Where are you going?"

"Hun, they're locking me up." He said wiping his red eyes.

I finally got my dad back and he's leaving again,"Ho-How long?"

"20 years." 

  With that I had to choke back more sobs,"When are you leaving?" 

"Tonight, they told me if you were home I could say one last goodbye. Thank God, you were."

Tears were building up again, he didn't know this, but this would be our last goodbye, ever. I wasn't going to be around anymore, this would be the last moment we're ever going to have together. I feel like it was God sending him here because he knows what's going to happen. I throw myself in his arms one last time.

"I love you, Daddy." I said crying harder,"Never ever forget that!"

"I love you too, Angel."

His grip tightened around me, when a police officer walked into the house,"We have to go now, Sir."

My dad didn't let go, he still craddled me in his arms.

"You can let go now, Daddy." With that he let go and said I love you again and he was escorted out of the house. The hands he once used to hit me and beat me were just hugging me moments ago. My back was against the wall as I slid down it and I rested my head in my palms and started crying again. 

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I opened my eyes to see I was still sitting in the hallway. Forcfully, I picked myself up and carried myself to my room. My weak hands grabbed my phone from the side table. I dialled Zayn's number and waited as the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey Tay, are you okay?"

I began crying again, my sobs echoed into the phone,"No." is all that I managed to get out.

"Holy Shit, Taylor, I'll be over in a few minutes!"

   With that I hung up the phone and chucked it across the room. Rage built inside of me, I was just mad at the world. I began ripping posters off my wall, knocking picture frames off the walls. I walked into the living room, I looked at the portrait my Mum had forced all of us to have done when I was six years old. It hung just above the couch. I ripped it off the wall and threw it across the room. I watched the glass shatter into a thousand small pieces. I went around the room grabbing and smashing all the pictures my Mum was in. 

  Suddenly, Zayn grabbed me and dragged me away from the walls and sat me on the couch, his eyes were filled with confused, worry and sadness. He stood infront of me and just breathed heavily as he watched me burst into tears.

"What happened?" He asked calmly.

I shook my head as tears poured from my eyes,"What the hell hasn't happened?"

"Taylor.." He started but was interupted, as my the familiar curly haired boy walked into the room. He had tear stained cheeks and red eyes. I ran into his strong arms and he held them tight around me. I missed him warmth so much, where ever Harry was, was where my home was.