Oblivion. (Haylor Story).

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(A/N: I apologize for not updating for a few weeks, I got so distracted by the release of 1989. I hope you like this chapter, and if you do, please leave me feedback! See you guys next week (:)

Taylor's Pov:

I'd remained on the bed, where I stared up at the ceiling. The clock next to the bedside read 6:34am. I let a breath escape my lips as I swallowed. I had excepted hours ago that Harry wasn't going to show up, that there wasn't a point of him coming. I cried about that until this present point, where I couldn't cry anymore. Now I just feel kind of numb, non-existent even. I'd crossed sleep off the list a few hours ago, there was no way I could fall asleep like this.

You know how people say they've hit rock bottom? How it feels like their whole world has crashed to the ground? That's what this feels like, I feel as if my whole life lead up to this point. As if now, my life just stops and I disappear. I feel my feet touch the carpeted ground as my phone starts to ring. No one would call me at this hour, all my family and friends know that I sleep in fairly late. I pull myself up into a sitting position, which makes my head throb. The nauseous feeling returns in my stomach and I press the 'answer' button, noticing it was Harry.

"Taylah, I'm in London. Which hotel are you in?" Harry speaks softly on the other line. I rack my brain for the hotel name, my mind was blank.

"I-Boutique something, luxury I think. Oh god, I don't know." I say quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Say that again, I can't hear you." Harry says. His voice was so- beautiful. I could get lost in it.

"Boutique Luxury I think." I mumble and I hear muffled talking on the other side.

"I'll be there in ten minutes, hold on love." He whispers and I nod, quickly cursing under my breath considering he couldn't see me nodding. He hung up quickly as I let my phone drop to the bed.

Harry's Pov:

I finally reach the hotel where Taylor is located and rush out of the car. As I get to the check-in desk, I hear a scream. I look up and notice a young woman behind the counter, staring towards me.

"You're Harry Sty-"

"What room is Taylah Swift in?" I ask eagerly, and she stares back with bewilderment streaming across her face.

"Ro-Room 41, top floor." The woman struggles out and I nod. I run to the elevator, gripping my bags in my left hand. The elevator moves as slow as it ever could and it probably ever will. I reach the top floor and run down the hall- scanning the little numbers on the doors.

"39,40,41." I mumble to myself. I stop in front of room 41, remembering Taylor is in there. I knock gently and hear muffled sobs coming from the room.

"Taylah- love I'm right here. Open the door, I'm right here." I say into the door and hear the sobs get closer to the door. Finally, the door opens and I step inside. I close the door behind me and Taylor practically falls into my arms. I drop my bags to the ground and wrap my arms around her, holding her close.

"What's going on?" I ask softly and she shakes her head. Her crying intensifies and I start walking to the bed. She grips onto my neck tighter and I pull her up into my arms, cradling her like a child. I make it to the bed and sit down, pulling Taylor into my lap. She clings onto me and I wrap my arms around her torso. I consider making an attempt to calm her down, the way she's crying certainly doesn't seem healthy. I start to rock side to side slowly, as she cries into my chest.

"Shh sh, you're okay." I whisper. I decided that maybe she just needs to cry before I can step in. I run my fingers through her hair and hold her there, it's the most I can do. I let her know that I'm here for her countless times, just repeating random strung together sentences of you're okay's or I'm here's. I've never seen her this torn apart, this broken and shattered. Time continued on while Taylor cried, at one point she even got herself sick from the crying. That lasted a few hours, now she's sleeping in my lap. The sun had just finished rising when she'd slumped into my chest and her cries stopped. I stood up, cradling Taylor in my arms, not realizing how light she felt in my arms. I shook off the thought and pulled the warm duvet back with one of my hands as I held Taylor easily with my other arm. I laid Taylor down slowly, guiding her body to meet the mattress. After completing that action, I pulled the duvet up to her shoulders and planted a kiss to her forehead. She seemed exhausted at this point, considering she was probably tired from flying here and all of that crying. I then walked quietly across the room to the tiny recliner in the corner and grabbed a blanket from my bag on the way. I turned the lights off so the room was a little dark. I felt myself fall asleep as I tried to string together my thoughts about what exactly was going on.

Taylor's Pov:

I wake to the sound of light snoring across the room. I glance across the room and make out a person sleeping on the tiny recliner in the corner. I start to try to remember what exactly happened last night. All I remember is crying, then Harry showed up. Harry.

Thoughts began rushing into my mind, terrible thoughts. I figured he now thought of me as weak, childish for calling him while sobbing my eyes out for no reason. I did have a reason though, and he is that reason. I sit up and bring my head into my hands.

"How was I so stupid?" I whisper to
myself, quickly realizing that I was out of breath. I was confused, my heart was racing at an unhealthy rate.

"Why did I even call Harry? I could've just cried myself to sleep, or done worse. Why am I relying on the person who drove me off the edge? Why did he even come?" I whisper, questioning myself. I look up slowly to see if Harry had woken up. As I did this, my eyesight went fuzzy. I had my contacts in, I couldn't understand why I couldn't see. My head began to spin and I felt my throat slowly closing. My breathing had became shallow, like someone was sitting on my chest. I began to panic, I didn't know what was going on. I felt like the whole room was collapsing in onto me, crushing every inch of my body. My head throbbed as I could barely gather enough breath. I tried to scream, to escape the madness and snap me back to the real world. The only sound that escaped my lips was a short screech, one that sounded nothing like a noise that should come out of a person. I then heard footsteps across the room, before I felt all the weight of the world crash onto me, dragging me into darkness.