Hate To See Your Heart Break - A Tayley FanFiction

Chapter 9

                Taylor’s POV

                Hayley wasn’t at school for the rest of the week. It had something to do with me yelling at her, I know it. I shouldn’t have done that. I tried looking for her the rest of that Tuesday. She wasn’t in any of her classes, or any of mine. The office told me she went home with the flu, but I didn’t believe that.

                I called her house 3 times, but all I got was voicemail. I knew she was there, reading them. She could even be sick right now. I didn’t really know.

                But yet, it was Saturday. 1:00 PM, to be exact. I didn’t know if she would be there or not, but I walked the 30 minute walk, guitar in hand, to Hayley’s house. When I knocked on the door, I waited for two minutes. I wasn’t going. I knew someone was there. I knocked again. Did she hear me? I thought. I rang the doorbell 10 times, and kept going until I heard the door click.

                I stopped, and stood up straight, holding my guitar in one hand. I saw Hayley’s face poke out, her eyes barely open. When she saw it was me, she opened them wider. I stared at her. She really did look sick, but not that sick. “Taylor?” She said, rubbing her eyes.

                “It’s Saturday,” I said quietly, hoping she’d let me in.

                “It is?” Her eyes opened wider. “I thought it was Friday. That means..” She groaned. “I must’ve been asleep for days then. I never left my bed ever since Tuesday.”

                When she mentioned Tuesday, my stomach turned, making me want to throw up. “Can I please come in?” I pleaded. She nodded her head, and opened the door wider. I walked inside, and she led me upstairs, instead of down into the living room. I followed her as we walked down a short hallway into a dark room. She turned on the light, and I realized we were in Hayley’s room.

                There were posters hung up all around her walls. The bands I saw on her shirts, like mewithoutYou and The Ramones were hung up on her walls. There were books everywhere, in corners and on all of the shelves. It smelled like fruit, and I really like that.

                We sat down, and I immediately wanted to say how sorry I was to her. “Hayles,” I began. “I really never meant to yell at you. I felt like I was the reason you never showed up this week.” I gulped. “I mean, I know I am, but I didn’t want to hurt you.”

                Hayley smiled at me, and squeezed my hand. “Taylor, it’s okay,” she said softly. “Whenever someone yells at me,” her voice trailed off. “I get sick.”

                I was confused. “What kind of sick?” I asked, my stomach rolling more.

                “Like, throw up sick.”

                My stomach turned even harder, making my cringe. “That bad?”

                Hayley gave me a sad smile. “I guess. It’s always been like this. I never told anyone until now…”

                I wrapped my arms around her, and she did the same with hers. I kissed her cheek. “Hayles, I’ll make sure I’ll never do that to you ever again,” I whispered into her ear. “I just get sort of sensitive when someone mentions my.” I stopped talking after that.

                “No,” she went on. “It’s okay.” She kissed me on the lips. “I was pushing it too much. I’m sorry Tay.”