Deep In Love

Taylor is an everyday girl living her life until fate brings the charming Harry Styles into her life. Taylor doesnt want anything to do with him but Harry is head over heels for her. How long will it take for Taylor to like him back?


17. Pain.Pain.Just Pain.


Taylor's POV

'Thud' 'Thud' went my heart. Like a steady drum. A hear a small sound of a beeps. Steady like my heartbeat and a soft gentle blow of air con on my face. I'm actually alive. I don't know how has it been since I passed out. Every last drip and drop of energy left in me was sucked out. It's hard work just trying to think. Every vein, muscle and bone hurts. When I finally got the energy to open my eyes, I see white. It took a while for my vision to come back to normal. When I do see clearly, I blink and look around. My head and leg is wrapped tight in a bandage. Memories come back. I close my eyes again to stop them from coming back. The last thing I want is to remember that David was the one who did this to me. I could've died if it weren't for Harry. Harry. Harry! Where's Harry? I open my eyes again searching for him. Is he hurt? What did David do to him? What did he do to David? It didn't take me long to find him. Harry was beside my bed with his face in hands. 

I wanted to reach out for him and tell him I'm awake but my arm doesn't seem to be working at the current time. I tried to say something but whenever I try, words don't come out. I shuffled in my bed. Ouch, ouch, ouch. Harry slowly lifted his head from his hands. His eyes widened when we made eye contact and he jumped in his seat so suddenly that I inched back. "Oh my God! Taylor! You're awake!" He smiled and grinned at me. I smiled back and groggily said, "Hi, how long have I been here?" Harry's smile disappeared and his face suddenly became serious. "Well, uh, you passed out and I brought you here and you were asleep here for 2 days." I nodded. "Wait right here. Don't go anywhere. I need to tell the nurse you're awake!" Harry hurried out of the room and ran before I could reply. I can't really go anywhere. Even if I wanted to. The nurse came walking in rolling her eyes at Harry who looked like an excited child with candy. 

"Hello, Ms. Taylor. How are you feeling?" She asked. The nurse had brown short hair with blue glasses. The nurse was probably in her 40's. "Um... ok. My body hurts a little. But ok." I say not really knowing what else to say. "Yes, well. You're going to be staying here a few more days until you get your energy back and when you learn how to walk properly with crutches because you will be wearing crutches for a few months until that deep cut of yours has healed."  My face fell. The nurse noticed. "Is that going to be a problem, miss Taylor?" The nurse asked sternly."Um, yes actually. I'll be going to school in a month's time and it's going to be extremely difficult going around school with the crutches since my school is quite big and I have a very heavy bag." I say in the most convincing way possible. "I'm afraid you have to do what everybody else having a crutches does: deal with it." The nurse says bored then walks away to call the doctor.

I lay down on the bed. That wasn't the real reason why I didn't want to go to school with the crutches was that people are going to start teasing me and making fun of me. Especially when now I'm in the most delicate state. They could push me around now more easily. And Amber especially Amber will find a way to make my life as miserable as possible. Since I didn't die again because of David, maybe Amber will convince me to kill myself. Harry sees the worry and dread on my face and asks what's wrong. I told him everything what going on in my mind right now. I didn't know why I was so open about it to him but Harry is now one of my best friends. I trust him with my life- since he saved it twice already and I really don't know how to pay him back. Without Harry, I would be dead by now. Drowned in the pool. Probably would've made Amber and her friends (devils) happy.

That's what they tell me to do everyday anyway. Sometimes, I just don't understand why they hate me. I didn't do anything to them. They keep calling me slut, whore, bitch, camel toe (...?) but I didn't do anything to them. Calling me Taywhore? Now, I even have more haters online. I secretly read them in the middle of the night to see what people think of me. All those directioners hate me. They hate and I didn't even meet them, talk to them or been in the same room as them. They're all telling me how ugly I am and that I'm just an attention-seeking whore when they don't know me. They're all telling me how Harry could do better than me and that Harry is theirs. 

"Your parents are coming over here as soon as possible, if that makes you feel better. Maybe they can skip you out of school." Harry says snapping me back to reality.My parents coming back early from their business trip because of me. Good job, Taylor. All you do is cause people trouble. "No, I can't do that. It's my last year in school and I have to work extra hard this year since it's my last because this is when I apply for colleges and I finish my IB levels. Plus, my parents work hard for my education and I just can't bail out on it." I say looking down. A sudden thought came to me that Harry wouldn't be staying here for long either. He's leaving back to London for his tour by the end of July. He's just here on vacation and when he leaves, I don't know what to do without him. Harry is staring at me with his beautiful green eyes. Those magical eyes that make me dizzy everytime I look into them. I suddenly feel self-conscious. I wonder what Harry is thinking whenever he looks at me. Does he think I'm ugly? Pretty? Weak? Useless? Maybe the whole reason why he spends time with me because he thinks I'm a sorry, lonely, useless girl that only has 2 friends. Maybe he just pities me. If he does, I don't blame him. After all, why else would he want to be with me? 



*Author's note: Thank you to all the directioners who inspired half of this chapter who sends hate to Taylor. Without all you haters, I wouldn't have gotten all those insults that you gave to Taylor Swift. I'm a swiftie as well (if you didn't know) and I really don't appreciate all the hate Taylor is getting and being a swiftioner is hard when the 2 fandoms are fighting. Please. Please. Please. Just stop. We just want peace and the fighting to stop. Yes, I know Taylor was immature and made fun of Harry in her performance at the Grammy's and we're sorry for that. We admit it. But making fun of Taylor for that and calling her names isn't gonna make you any more mature. Truth is, you don't know her so please don't judge her. You can dislike her for her music but I doubt you have met her so you cannot judge her as a person because you have not met her and engage conversation with her for at least 5 minutes to say that she's slut, whore, etc. You don't have to like her, just respect her. THANK YOU. :) Have a nice day. God Bless you. Congraulations to 1D for KCA's !!! PS made a new cover for the book :))) hope you like it

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