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Don't Blame Me (Haylor)

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Reads 19,638
Votes 989
Parts 23
Time 7h 7m

Taylor Alison Swift. A Single Mother raising her kid alone. She was doing everything in her power to provide her kid a better future. Even if it meant dancing in the club in front of hungry Men and Women who wanted her for her flesh and for not what lies underneath it. A broken heart full of gold surrounded by the walls of cold hard stone. 

Taylor never let anyone enter her life or cared about anyone except her baby boy, Jace but it all changed when a curly brown haired Goof entered her life changing everything. The stone walls came tumbling down and the broken heart was uncovered, will Harry be able to fix the broken heart? Will he be able to numb all the pain from Taylor's past? Will he be able to love her and her baby like they deserve? Or Will Harry's past ruin everything? 

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''Don't blame me.. '' Taylor whispered in the cold air which was surrounding her body like the ocean surrounding the sinking Titanic. There was no one to hear her broken whisper. No one. All her life she was blamed, for the deeds she never even did. For the crimes she never even committed. For the words she never even spoke.

Once again, She was left alone in the dark, but the different was that this time it was her choice to be alone. She chose to get hurt. She chose to get hurt and to hurt, hurt the very person she loved. Hurt the very person who helped her fix up her broken heart. Who filled her and her baby's world with happiness that was beyond their reach. 

But all she could whisper was, ''Don't blame me.''

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