Surviving Without Him

Going Home.

*Taylor's POV*

We were finally going home today.

I still had no clue how to feel. I was excited to not have to sleep in these uncomfortable chairs or have to see Alex in a hospital bed anymore. But I was also dreading having to go back home. The last time I was there Harry was with us.

Selena agreed to stay with us for a while. Bentley is doing much better. They say he'll be fully healed in less than a month. Alex is still in a lot of pain. She has to go to physical therapy once a week and to regular doctors appointments, but soon she'll be fine.

Selena was getting the kids ready to go while I went and signed the papers out.

"Mrs. Styles, if you could sign here and here you'll be good to go." the receptionist says. I signed the papers and walked back into the room.

"Can we go?" Asks Alex.

"Yup! We just have to get you a wheelchair and then we can go."

"Ugh, can't I use crutches?" She asks. Alex has always hated having to ask for or needing help and in her mind a wheelchair was exactly that.

"No, babe. It won't be that bad though!" I say trying to seem positive, "Let me go grab it. It's out in the hall."

I could hear Alex groan as I walked into the hall. She'd been in a bad mood ever since she found out we were going home today. I could tell it was because she missed Harry. They were always so close. Add to that she hates being perceived as weak even when she's not being weak.

Anyways, I grabbed the wheelchair and walked back in the room. Selena had helped Alex turn sideways on her bed so she could get onto the chair easier.

"Ready, Al?" I said. She nodded while me and Selena grabbed her hands and helped her stand up. Her face was so filled with pain. I wanted to stand up and scream and then hug her and make it all better, but I couldn't.

We help her take the couple steps to sit in the chair. She bites her lip trying to hide the pain.

"Hey Sel, can you and Bentley go pull up the car?" I ask.

"Of course. C'mon Benny!" Selena says walking with Ben, who was in crutches.

"Alex, you don't have to pretend to be strong. You can say you're in pain and need help. No one will think any less of you." I say squatting and looking in her eyes.

She begins to tear up, "I hate this. I don't like needing help. I just want to be okay again. I hate that I have to have help with everything! I can't even go to the bathroom without help!" Alex was now sobbing angrily.

"I know, babe, I'm sorry. It's not fair, but it's gonna have to be this way for a while. You don't have to be embarrassed about being in pain though." I said wiping away her tears and hugging her. I rubbed her back until she calmed down and stopped sobbing.

I wiped away the last of her tears, "Are you ready to go?"

"Yea, I'm ready." She says taking a deep breath, "bring me to my chariot, peasant!"

Taylor laughs loudly before pushing her to the elevators and then out the door, "Warning, there's gonna be some paparazzi."

She sighs and closes her eyes while I push her through the paparazzi and to the car where Selena helps me get her and her wheelchair into the car. Selena hops in the drivers seat while I get in the passengers side.

We drive home while Selena blasts some Hannah Montana. Let me tell you, it's nearly impossible to be in a bad mood when you're listening to Hannah Montana. Selena and I sang quite loudly. I dreaded the moment we would get home.

"So you guys are going to eventually go back to school you know, right?" I said looking in the mirror at them and turning down the music.

"Yea." They both said in unison.

"When do you think you guys would want to go back?"

"A week or two?" Alex suggests.

"That sounds good to me." I said as we pulled into our driveway. I took a deep breath. I got out of the car and helped Alex into her wheelchair.

Selena pushed her into the house while I grabbed the bags and helped Bentley. I unlocked the door and paused.

This was gonna be different.

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A.N.

It's 2015.

That's weird.