Alessia's POV
It's been a few weeks since the passing of Taylor's mum, I can't lie I have been worried about Taylor. Taylor would be quite and she wont speak about how she's feeling, the only reason I know she's not okay is because at night when we are in bed she would randomly grab me and cuddle me and gently sob into me.
I get back from training and Taylor is already home from work and she's sitting on the sofa.
" Tay, can we talk" I ask sitting next to her
" sure, what's up" she says putting down her phone so I have her full attention
" I uh, I want to help you be okay" I say starting to feel anxious
" how do you mean" she asked with a frown
" your not okay, Taylor and you wont talk about it and if you feel like you can't talk to me about it that fine but I feel like you need to process what has happened. So I think you should go and see a professional" I tell her and I see a flash of anger in her green eyes.
" you don't think I'm okay?. Of course I'm not my mother just fucking died Less, I'm sitting here planning her fucking funeral. I don't need to see a therapist because what is there to talk about? my mum dead, it happens, it's life, I don't need to see a fucking therapist over it. Yes at the moment I'm sad, it's normal to be sad when someone passes but I will get over it. I am fine" she says and I flinch from the anger that comes from her voice.
" your fine?. Taylor you cry yourself to sleep every night, you don't talk anymore, you barely eat. Taylor I'm telling you this because I love you and I just want to help you" I say and Taylor gets up.
" I don't need your fucking help, Alessia" she says and storms out of the house and the front door slam makes me jump.
I sigh and then I just focus on what I need to do, I shower and make some dinner, not that I ate much and then I just watch sit tv not that I was paying attention to it, I was sitting there wondering where Taylor has gone.
I wake up and get ready for training and Taylor isn't back, I check my phone and there are no missed calls or texts from her. I text her just asking her if she's okay and then I finish getting ready for training and then I drive to work.
I'm half way to training and my phone rings and it's a number I don't recognise, I think about ignoring it because may it's a fan or someone that's some how go my number but with Taylor MIA I decide to pick up.
"hello?" I answer
" hey, Alessia it's April sorry to bother you" April says
" oh, hey April you okay?" I ask and I'm a bit confused on why she's calling me maybe it's just to tell me Taylor is staying at hers.
" yeah I'm good, uh, Taylor never turned up for work today and she's not answering her and she's put your number down, so I was just calling to see if she's alright" April says and worry courses through me.
" oh, uh Taylor never came home last night. We had a bit of argument and she left the house and never came back, I just assumed she went to you" I explain.
" what did you guys argue about" she asked
" I told her that I think she should go and talk to a professional but I know she's struggling but she didn't take it too well" I explain
" shit, so you don't know where she is?" she asked
" no" I simply say
" alright, uh, I will call my parents and some of her friends to see if she's with one of them" she says

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