Oblivion. (Haylor Story).

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(A/N: Finally I updated! I would say I've been busy, which I have been, but I haven't been very interesting in writing this. But I've been writing this chapter for a few days, so I hope you enjoy it. Please give me any feedback you have, and I'll see you guys next week! Thanks for reading and being so patient.)

Harry's Pov:

I step out of the car into the cold England air, and take a deep breath as the cold air stings my lips. A lot has changed in the past three months. Taylor's mom had been updating me, as I was busy promoting the new album. From what I've been told, it seems like Taylor is improving and healing very nicely. For myself, I was going to visit her but like I said, I'd been busy promoting our fourth album and could never find the time to travel to London. Four, the album, was doing incredible and a tour was in the mist of beginning.

"Name?" The receptionist asks, not looking away from her computer.

"Harry Styles." I say and instantly notice a change in the receptionist's attitude towards me.

"What can I help you with?" She asks, perking up and looking straight at me.

"I'm here to visit the mental ward, has Taylor Swift's room been moved? I know before she was in the intensive care unit- I think, I don't remember exactly."

"Uh- let me check on that." She begins and turns to look up something on her computer. After a few minutes of searching, she looks back up to me.

"She's been moved out of the intensive care unit, and she should be able to leave the mental ward in a few weeks. She's started her rehabilitation program we have in this hospital, so she'll either be there or in her room. Her room is B16 on the mental ward, she's scheduled to be there right now so you can go right up." The receptionist smiles and I nod, and begin to travel to the elevator.

Once I made it into the elevator is when the nerves set in. I haven't seen Taylor since she was at her worst, so I'm terrified she'll still be at that point. The updates I had been receiving were pretty vague, so she could still be extremely gaunt like she was a few months ago. I looked up from my worn out black boots and notice I had arrived on the mental ward floor. I stepped out of the elevator and began to walk down the long hallway. My eyes scan along the room numbers on the walls while my palms begin to sweat.

"I'm only seeing A's, what the hell?" I groan to myself and start to wander down another hallway. I notice the letter had now changed from A to B, which meant I was getting closer to Taylor. My heart began to race as I noticed the room B16 appear right in front of me. I was about to lay my hand against the door to knock, but it opened right before my hand came in contact with the door. I was now face to face with a nurse, who nearly jumped as soon as the door opened. The nurse walks past me and leaves the door open, which I'd expect was my cue to enter the room. I enter the room and notice a tall figure sitting up and looking out the window. I place my knuckles against the door and knock.

"Hello, up for visitors?" I call across the room and Taylor whips her head around. Her eyes widen as she notices me in the room. Her glasses were perched on top of her nose and her hair was thrown into a messy bun on top of her head.

"H-Harry?" She breathes and looks me up and down. She runs a hand through her hair with a confused expression spreading across her face.

"Yeah?" I ask, stepping towards her slowly. She watches each step I take with caution, like I'm a predator and she's my prey. I make it to the bed and stand a few feet away from where she's sitting.

"God, this is crazy." She shakes her head and lets out a tiny laugh. I smile as she crinkles her nose, one of my favorite things she does. She stands up and I pull her into my arms, as she wraps her arms around my back.

"I've missed you so much." She says weakly, and I can notice a slight change in the way she feels in my arms, opposed from that one September night where she felt like all she was was skin and bones. Now, I could tell she had gained some weight back. Taylor pulls herself out of my arms and locks eyes with me. She motioned towards the bed and we both sat, waiting for either of us to say a word.

Taylor's Pov:

"How are you feeling?" Harry asks and I shrug, suddenly feeling mute and not wanting to utter a word. Harry takes my hands into his and I take a deep breath.

"It's been hard, I've been trying to improve and feel better. It's just difficult to adjust to the way everything is. They want me to eat and heal, but I just don't feel like I can. I'm now up to eating twice a day, things like a half a cut of chicken and maybe a few pieces of broccoli here and there. I know that's good and all, but I still feel like I'm not improving at all." I admit and wipe under my eyes, trying to wipe away the tears that were spilling out of my eyes. Harry nods and looks out the window.

"London looks breathtaking with the snow we're starting to get." Harry explains, and seems to be trying to take my mind off of everything I just admitted.

"I'm so proud of what you've done, accepting the treatment and actually making an effort to heal. You'll be touring in a few months, that'll be worth all of this, right?" He asks and I nod.

"Why'd you come here? Aren't you busy with the new album?" I ask and Harry looks over at me.

"I came here to check up on you, I needed to know you were okay."

"You needed to know? Or did you just want to know? What, were you forced here or something?" I spit, suddenly feeling an urge to release all my pent up anger on Harry. My blood began to boil and my toes curled against the inside of my shoes.

"I wanted to make sure you were oka-"

"Bullshit, complete bullshit. You just wanted to visit me to make sure I wasn't blaming you, god forbid something happens to your reputation. You need to keep your image clean, you need to erase me from your past because I'm the crazy ex girlfriend. You know what Harry, I'm sick of it! If you came here to apologize, I'm not listening so you can just go." I say, nearly screaming at him.

"I'm not here to apologize, I just wanted to know if you were doing better, Taylor. No one thinks you're that crazy ex girlfriend, and you're not ruining my reputation. I ruined my own reputation, you did nothing." Harry says calmly and I shake my head.

"Just leave, please." I beg and notice a tear sliding down my face. I quickly wipe it off and suck in a breath as Harry leaves the room.

"Harry wait-" I whisper and he turns around, and I sit there amazed he had heard me.

"I didn't mean to blow up like that, I'm so sorr-" I begin, before he cuts me off and starts walking over to me.

"Don't apologize." He whispers, his lips just a few inches away from mine. My eyes travel from his jaw up to his eyes, sparkling green like always. I lean in and his lips meet mine, as his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He pulls me so close that I can feel his chest against mine, and I swore in that moment that I could hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest.