100 Days with Taylor

Day 65

Hey guys, I know I haven't updated in quite the while. School started and I've been having writers block but I think I'm ready to write again, the days are going to start speeding up though, Probably like (todays 65) then we'll go to 75, then 85, then 90, then I'll write like 92, 94, 96...etc. I am thankful for the fans and the readers I've gotten on this story! YOU GUYS ARE WONDERFUL!

Sorry this is short! I know I made you guys wait so long for this but I couldn't write more for this chapter. I might try to upload another chapter tonight or tomorrow? :D 

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Taylor's point of view:

     Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I thank God that I'm still here. Other mornings, I pray to god just to take me away already. The longer I stay, the longer it take for these boys to get over the fact that I'll be gone forever, I won't be gone for a few hours, days, weeks, monthes, years, Forever. Simple as that. I can feel it creeping up on me, slowly but surely. I know it's coming. 

   I was wrapped up on my blanket just staring out my open window. A light breeze was blowing into my room sending me chills, I wrapped myself tighter and rested my head farther into my pillow. My breathing was paced evenly, my chest rising and falling at a constant rate. My mind was somewheres else, it was definitely not in this room. It was in the future.  Filling my head with images of the boys after I'm gone, Harry not leaving his room, Louis not being his loud self, Liam's just trying to stay strong and look out for the other boys, Niall's crying because he can't hold it in anymore, Zayn. Zayn he's just sitting there staring, he didn't get to say goodbye to me.  My heart begins to ache, I shake these thoughts out of my mind. Why am I thinking like this, these thoughts haven't crossed my mind nearly as much lately. 

    My phone begins vibrating on my bedside table. I reach over to see Harry's name lighting up my screen.  It's crazy how much of an impact he has on me, just hearing his name could bring a smile to my face. I answered the phone, I heard quiet sniffling coming from the other end. Shooting up form my bed,"Harry? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I just, I just had a bad dream." He said sniffing once again. My heart beat calmed but it still ached knowing he was hurt.

"What was it about?" I croaked.

"You. You left..and I couldn't see you again. I-I can't do this Taylor. I can't lose you."

Tears were brimming my eyes,"Harry, I'm here. I'm here with you, right now."

"But for how long, Taylor?"

I shrugged, though I knew he couldn't see me,"Whenever my time comes, we'll know."

"I love you, Taylor."

"I love you too, Harry."

"Can we spend the day together? Just us?"

A smile broke onto my lips,"Of course, come over, it's raining so we can watch movies?"

"Be over in 10."

    I walked into the bathroom and fixed myself up. My hair is dull, my eyes are dark and gloomy, my body is weak and everyone can see it.  I didn't want to tell Harry because it will just tell him, but I can honestly feel it coming closer and closer with each passing day. I wipe away the building tears and walk into the living room where Harry is sitting flicking through the channels. 

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"Harry are you crying?" I asked laughing at the tear stained cheeks that belonged to none other than the Harry Styles.

He shook his head and wiped away his tears,"No, I think I got a piece of popcorn, uh, erm..in my eye."

This caused me to burst into a fit of laughter as Harry even let his lips form into a small pink smirk.  There's moments like these where I cherish every moment. Tears are now pouring out of my eyes from laughing, happy tears.

"So, Mr. Tough guy, what is there to do now?" I said calming from my laughter.

"Want to take a walk? I'm pretty sure the rain has stopped?" He said offering his hand to lift me up from the couch. I grasped his hand and I walked over to put on my beat up pair of black converse. We walked out onto the damp sidewalk, the street was glistening with the reflections of the orange street lights. Harry's hand was still tangled in mine. The streets were vacant besides the few walking people here and there. It was peacfeful. Something my life hasn't been recently.

"Harry?" I say my voice as low as a whisper.

"Yes, love?" He answers just as low as me, it's like we're trying not to disturb the peacfulness of our surroundings.

"Is it okay for me to be scared?" I choked, now attempting to not let the tears pour out of my eyes. He stops in place and turns to face me. His green eyes bore into my dull ones, he takes a deep breath and begins to talk,"It's okay, Taylor. We're all scared, but we're in this together, You, Me, Louis, Liam, Zayn, Niall, My Mum. We're all here together, we will come out from this together."

"Or without me," I whisperd, then the rain suddenly began pouring down on the both of us. Harry grabbed my hand and dragged me to the playground that was in the park we were walking through. We sit underneath the slide to hide from most of the rain, but some still came through. 

"You're so much more to me than you think, Taylor."

"That's what scares me the most," I said shivering from the cool rain patting against us.

He rubbed his face with his hands,"I, I'm not sure what's going to happen, right now, I'm just praying for a miracle."

"A miracle?"

"That one day I'm going to wake up and al this will be gone, you will be healthy, you will be happy. That some how we got dragged into a nightmare and we finally wake up to a beautiful life, not one that's crumbling before our feet." I watched as a tear slipped down his cheek,"It's going to be really hard," I leaned into Harry and rested my head on his chest, his steady heartbeat echoed in my ears. He was hurting, it was obvious and I was the reason, but if I left I knew it'd hurt him even more.

"Let's get you home," Harry said standing up from the soaked mulch. I followed and we walked quietly to my house. He stood at my door as he had me in a tight hug. We rocked back and forth just taking in eachother's scents. What if this was our last hug? What if this was the last time I was ever going to speak to, or smell, or be held by Harry? Silence was here besides our breathing that made an ever so quiet noise. 

"I don't want to let go." I said nuzzling my head into his strong neck. He let out a soft chuckle and ran his fingers through my hair. He didn't want to let go either, he was thinking the same thing I was. This could be our last time, you never know.