Harry's p.o.v:
Hours passed. Hours turned into days. Days turned into weeks. Still no sign of recovery from Taylor. She was supposed to be awake. She was supposed to make it. The nurses had finally let us in to see Taylor last week, which was so good. But also so bad. Seeing her made me happy. But seeing her like that made me sad. And knowing it was my fault made it so much worse and harder to deal with.
I was so angry. So, so angry. Not with the truck driver, for slamming into my car. Not with the paparazzi, for pressuring my driving. Not with the nurses, for not recovering Taylor. Not with Taylor, for not waking me up and leaving me in this mess. But with myself. I was angry with myself, for everything. Not treating Taylor the way i should have when we first dated in 2012. Not apologizing for it... ever. Not even thanking her for being so nice about it in her writing. But most of all, i was angry that the truck didn't him me. Everyone would be so much happier. One direction could finally get back together again without having to worry about me. Swifties wouldn't be worried for Taylor, afraid that i would mistreat her. And Taylor... well, she might be in grief, but she would get over it. She would go on and find her true love without selfish old me stopping her. Maybe dying was a bit dramatic. Some people needed me: my parents, my sister... even one direction could find a use for me. But Taylor, she didn't need me. Her life would be so much better without me.
And it was at that moment that i made a promise to myself. A promise i very well intended on keeping, if it was the last thing i ever did; If Taylor ever woke up, i would leave her. I would break up with her, so she could live a better life, one in which i wasn't a part of.
a/n: this is boring oop sorry. thanks for over 100 votes!
