Oblivion. (Haylor Story).

prolouge

Taylor's Pov:

I pulled my hand out of Harry's and reached for the door handle. I twist the door handle, hearing Harry breathing heavily behind me. Wiping the sweat off my hand onto my leg, I turn around to face him.

"Bye." I say softly and he smirks.

"Why don't we go into your apartment and have a little fun?" He questions and I scoff and roll my eyes.

"Are you serious? You're lucky I said yes to drinks tonight." I retort and he laughs. I would say yes but, I can't.

"You'll want me someday, Swift."

"Bye Harry." I say walking into my apartment and closing the door in his face. I throw my clutch to the ground and slip off my heels. I walk over to the couch and collapse myself into it. My mind was swirling with questions.

'Why am I so stupid?'

'He wants me back.'

'Do I want him back?'

'Do I need him back?'

I sit up and scan the room for something to hold on to. I can feel my body wanting him, which terrifies me. Here's what has happened. Harry and I dated for a few months, a publicity stunt from Harry's management. They told us to act in love, which we both obeyed. Except I fell in love, head over heels even. I'm not proud of it, that was two years ago. We tried dating just for the hell of it, that lasted six months. He told me he needed me, I was his soulmate. Three nights later, he cheated. Even though his feelings diminished, mine stayed. I often wanted to call him, just to hear his sweet voice. But I couldn't do that, I wasn't allowed to do that. I ended up trying to cope, which brought me to this present day. Near the end of the London leg of the tour, I starting counting calories. I started losing weight, nothing noticeable. My body ached and my stomach screamed in hunger, but I never gave in. Then it became an addiction, to the point where at this present moment, there's only alcohol in my system. And no, don't blame Harry. It's not Harry's fault, it's mine. This was caused by my own feelings, triggering my own actions. You might be wondering why is this some kind of sick, twisted story I'm telling? Hate to break it to you but, this story is everything but fake. This story is true and it's my life.

(A/N: I hope you liked this prologue, if you didn't please tell me what to do differently. The first chapter will be up within this time next week. Thank you for reading.)