The Trust Bar (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction) (on hold)

Come In With The Rain

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Taylor's POV 

I slid down int my knees on the carpeted hotel floor. So that's it. That was our goodbye. What a nice way to say goodbye so a girl with a broken smile. He just reacted naturally, it's not really his fault. It's all my fault. He can go ahead and blame me because I know very well it's only me to blame.

"Taylor? Are you OK?" David asked me. Concern in his deep voice.

"Yeah. Perfectly fine. He's just another person to walk into my life and walk straight back out again. It's not that he was anything different or special. Nope. He had no meaning what so ever to me. I'm perfectly okay with the fact that he's completely gone. Never to return. Ever. Again," I replied. My voice dropped to a whisper as I finished the sentence. What I said was just something that I was using to convnce myself. Deep down, I really wanted Harry to stay. I wanted him, to never walk out of my life. For what reason I don't know.

  I realized I was crying when David sat next to me on the floor and wrapped his muscular arms around my tin shoulders.

"You know the Taylor I remember wouldn't have let Harry just walk out like that, not without a fight. The Taylor I remember would call Mike Stanford and tell him you ARE going to do that show."

"Well this Taylor has been throug too much since you last saw her."

"Well Taylor shouldn't give that one guy what he wants. Taylor should get back up on her two feet and show him who's boss. She should get Harry back, do that show, and make sure that he knows he didn't succeed. That his plan failed horribly and you're still as strong as ever. Don't give him the satisfaction he wants."

  I sighed, knowing he was right. 

"OK, you're right. So we'll go to the police station tomorrow, tell them what happened, and then I'll go to therapy for the rest of my life."

"No. And you know hat's not what's going to happen. You know tha when we go down to the police station and you tell them what happens, that they can't force you into therapy. Only if you think therapy's what you need then you'll go. And if you decide to go then you decide how long you'll need it. What I think is going to happen is this. We'll go down to the police station tomorrow, tell them what happens. the bitch gets arrested, you go call Mike Stanford back, you do that show, and you get Harry back."

"But Harry won't take me back. I'm sure of it. Not after what happened."

"Harry will come back. If he truly likes you, he won't miss a chance to come back into your life. And if you really like him, you'll let him into your life."

"So you really think he likes me?"

"I really do." That answer made me smile and get all tingly inside. Still not exactly sure why. "And you smiled, meaning you like him too."

"But I love you David."

"Taylor I love you too, but I think you like Harry too. It's nothing to be ashamed of. If you like him, then you like him. I'm fine with it. But just know, even if you end up dating Harry, I'll still love you. I always will. Now don't you forget that either. Now I think you need to sleep." He picked meup bridal style and carried me to the bed and placed me under the blankets, tucking me in in the process.

"David why do you think I like Harry?" I asked as he said on the edge of the bed, next to me legs.

"Because, the way you look at him, how your voice softens when you say his name. How you're so emotional and upset about what just happened with him."

"And why do you think Harry likes me?" God I sound like a 12 year old girl!! But I need to know...

"He spent the whole time you were gone talking about you, kept asking when you would be back, and the way he looks at you too. I can basically see it in his eyes."

"Are you like a witch or something?" I asked. I began to move to the other side of the bed.

"Yes I am! And I have magical powers which I will you too...." He bgan to wave his hands in the air.

"David I swear I'll kill you!"

"TO TICKLE YOU!!" I couldn't help but laugh when David began to tickle me at what seemed like all angles.

"David....get...off....of...me!" I got out between laughs. He continued to tickle me for what seemed like hous before he stopped. As soon as he stopped I tried to catch my breath. "Go to bed before I kill you!" I yelled at him, but laughed anyway. He smiled in return.

"Well God Taylor! Love you too!" he shook his head andbushed off his hands as he got up to go to the other bed. I laughed and rolled over to face the window. "G'nite Tay."

"Night David." I felt the smile slide off of my face as a bolt of lightening went off in front of the hotel window. The rain soon began to pour down quickly and not too quietly.

  I watched my reflection and the raindrops roll down the window. Because of everything that had happened in the past hour, I couldn't sleep. I mean wether or not Harry would come back. What song I was going to sing for the show. I wanted to do something that was relating to my siatuation with Harry. A song that was so powerful, it might just bring him back.

  My green orbs widened as I realized what song I should sing. It might just work. It perfectly described my situation, but from my view. I don't know exactly how Harry's viewing it, all I know is that this song is absolutely perfect. And I'm going to make sure he's watching when I peform.

Well that's one less thing off my chest....I thought to myself. I continued to let the soundof raindrops in the window lull me into a deep sleep.

David's POV

  I felt myself stirring in my sleep. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, wondering what had caused me to wake up. I looked over at Taylor as she screamed. What the fuck? She tossed and turned in her sleep and kept moaning out things like "no" and "don't do it!" I quickly jumped out of my bed and over to hers.

 I gently shook her shoulders and tried to wake her up from the nightmare she was obviously having. "Taylor, get up!" I whisper/shouted. "Taylor!" I said in my normal voice. "Taylor!!!" I shouted. She finally began to stir in her sleep. C'mon Taylor! You need to wake up completely! I thought angrily. She was now starting to sweat because of all the thrashing around she was doing.

"Thank you!" I muttered when she sat up, eyes wide and fearful. I pulled her to my chest in a crushing hug. "Ssshh. It was just a dream. It was just a dream," I whispered into her ear.

"No it wasn't, it was real," She sobbed.