Without You (A Taylor Caniff Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

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"It's time to go." Taylor said fixing his hair in the mirror one last time. I swear, that guy is overly obsessed with his hair.

"Okay." I said and I grabbed my purse. I was about to walk outside, but Taylor wasn't coming.

"Come on." I exhaled. He put one finger up and said,

"Wait outside, I have to make a quick phone call. I titled my head confusingly. Why couldn't I stay in the room? But I didn't say anything and walked into the hall. But then I saw someone who I didn't necessarily want to see.

Jacob. My ex.

I sighed, wondering what he had to say to me today. I shut the door behind me.

He eyed me up and down and smoothed his dark black hair with his hands. He smiled at me, but I didn't return. He frowned and sighed.

"Are you just going to stand there?" I ask him, breaking the silence.

He raised a finger, opened his mouth to speak, but he stopped himself.

"In that case, you're wasting my time. I've got places to go." I tried to shove past him but he stepped in front of me.

"I was drunk, okay?" He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly. This is the thing about Jacob. Always sounds so convincing, but he'll screw you over in the end.

"You're insane if you think I'm going to give you another chance." I said, trying to shove past him once again, but this time he let me go. Hopefully he knows that I'm done with him now.

I pulled out my phone and texted Taylor.

Waiting in the lobby. Hurry up we're gonna be late.

I turned off my phone and started watching whatever the hell was on tv at the moment. It looked like a show from the 60's or so.

*Taylor's POV*

"Thanks man, I hope this goes well too. Talk to you later." I said quickly and hung up. Matts one of the best people I know, but he sure can talk a hole in your head sometimes. I grabbed my stuff and checked my phone one last time to see that Sara texted me. She's in the lobby.

*Sara's POV*

I heard the elevator beep and I knew it was Tay. He walked over to me.

"We're going to be a tad late," he said.