Oblivion. (Haylor Story).

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(A/N: hi readers! I'm so excited that I got this up now because I've been thinking about what to write over the past week. I used Taylor's riptide cover because it's awesome and the piano just screams sadness to me. I don't know why though, maybe it just is a sad sounding instrument? anyway, I hope you enjoy this first chapter. please vote and comment if you liked it. I might update one every week since I have school and I'm busy. any who, I'm going to just let you read now. bye!)

Taylor's Pov:

I roll over to my side to shut off my alarm. Noticing the clock reads 6:02am, I shoot up into a sitting position.

"Shit, oh my god I'm late. I was supposed to be outside ten minutes ago. I need to call Tree and mom and-" I mumble to myself, climbing out of bed. I'm met with searing pain in my head- a hangover. I rub my head and begin to panic. My phone starts to ring as I'm rushing around the room.

"Hello?" I ask quickly, out of breath.

"Taylor, where are you? I've been calling you for ten minutes."

"I'm sorry Tree, I over slept." I say quickly, trying to cover up the fright in my voice.

"You need to get down here, and quickly. The car is already outside."

"Okay, I'll be right out." I say, grabbing my purse. I shove my phone into my bag and run to the dresser. I pull out a white sweater and a pair of maroon pants. Quickly slipping them on, I notice my stomach is growling. I push away the thought and scramble to the bathroom. I start applying makeup before my phone starts to go off again. I ignore the ignorant call and let out a frustrated sigh.

"I need to sleep more, or overthink less." I mumble to myself as I finish my attempt to cover my under eye circles. I slip on a pair of black heels and grab my glasses. Putting them on the bridge of my nose, I rush out of the apartment. I walk to the car, nearly tripping over a crack. I'm thankful that there's no paparazzi out this early. I open the door and slide in with a huff. I'm met with angry eyes and tenseness that could easily make anyone go crazy. The car starts to drive at a slow pace, pulling me away from my only security, my home.

"You're late."

"I know I know, I'm so sorry. Yes I know the rest of my day is now off track, and that I'm a horrible person. I know." I breathe and slump against the seat, not bothering to use the buckle.

"Calm down, it's fine if you're a little late. You're not a horrible person just because you're ten minutes late." My mom calls from the front seat.

"Here take some coffee, you look exhausted." Tree says sweetly and hands me a cup. I take a sip, remembering that she knows this is my favorite kind. It's the first coffee flavor Harry and I ever shared, technically it was our first real date. That day was so much fun, it was the first time we'd hung out after the whole publicity stunt situation. We got coffee and walked around London, I was there for a break from the U.S. and Harry was there visiting family. He told me that he was thinking about buying a house in America near mine, so we could spend time together more often. I told him he couldn't, he didn't need to be close to me to make us work. But apparently, yes he did. He needed to be near me to be reminded that I was still there. He forgot about me though, even though I can't forget about him. Someone nudges my shoulder and I nearly drop my coffee.

"What?"

"I was just asking if you wanted anything to eat- we can stop somewhere." My mom asks, turning around in her seat.

"No thanks, I'm not that hungry. I had a big dinner last night." I say worriedly, the thought of food disgusts me right now.

"Are you sure? You don't want like a granola bar or anything? I have one in my purse." My mom asks again and I nearly start crying right there. She is very persistent when it comes to making sure I eat every meal. But she's not around a lot since I live on my own. So anytime she sees me, she makes me stuff my face.

"Sure, I'll have it." I agree with a slight smile, fake of course. She hands it back to me and I place my coffee in between my legs. I really don't want to spill coffee in this car. I fumble with the wrapper of the tiny bar, the kind with chocolate chips. The ones you'd find in a little kids lunchbox. The wrapper feels crumbled in my hands as I hesitate opening it. I pull the wrapper open and the scent instantly hits my nostrils. My body is screaming at me to take a bite, my stomach continually growling. I bring the bar up to my mouth and take a bite. I'm instantly conflicted, the bar doesn't taste bad but I don't want to eat it. I look up to Tree looking at me and I decide to finish the rest to stop her from glaring at me. I take each bite cautiously, knowing that with each bite, it adds a little bit to my weight. The fact of that freaks me out to near insanity. I throw the wrapper into my purse and grab my phone and headphones. I lean against the window, while putting in my headphones. I turn my music on shuffle, making sure the volume blocks out every other noise I could hear. A Coldplay song blasts through the speakers, making my head throb. I close my eyes, trying not to think about what's going on in my stomach. If I don't get it out of me soon, I wouldn't be able to at all. I decide against just eating it and letting myself gain whatever it gives me. I also know it's about an hour until the flight takes off. I considered telling my mom I didn't feel good, but she would bring up the worst case scenario and take me to the emergency room. I just decided to get rid of the granola bar as soon as I got on the plane.

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Taylor's Pov:

"Taylor, I love you!" Someone shouts and I whip around. I notice a group of people being held back by security guards. I hand my mom my purse and make my way over to them. A smile instantly lights up my face, real and genuine. The first time I'd smiled for real in a long time.

"Hi guys, do you guys want pictures?" I ask and the security guards back away from the crowd. They all scream 'yes' and I let out a tiny laugh. I take pictures with nearly thirty people before being ushered off to my own plane. There's a swarm of paparazzi near the gate where I'm supposed to be going. I suck in a breath and try prepare myself.

After surviving the surge of paparazzi in the airport, I'm finally loaded onto the plane. It was just Tree and I, my mom just went with us for the drive. We had just finished taking off and I was gripping my seat. Once the pilot announced that I could take my seatbelt off and move around, I nearly jumped out of my seat. I noticed Tree had headphones in and was asleep, so there was no way she could hear what was about to happen. Rushing to the bathroom, I begin to pull up my sleeves. I get into the cramped bathroom and lock the door. I pull my hair up into a ponytail, getting more anxious by the second. I get to my knees and lift up the seat with trembling hands. I said a silent sorry to my mom and brung one of my hands up to my mouth.