Confessions (Haylor A/U)

Chapter 14

Harry's pov
26th November 2015

"Come on Harry, you haven't moved from the sofa in the past two days. I know your upset but please don't lie here on my sofa moping around", Gemma scolded me from the doorway of her living room. I cursed under my breath at her.

"Go away Gemma", I huffed, not moving a fraction from the sofa. Of courses she didn't leave though, she's bloody Gemma who doesn't know when she is unwanted.

"No", she stated simply. "I rang Taylor today and she agreed to still come to America with you but she is not staying with you when she gets there. She said that she'll be going to her parents and you can stay in a hotel somewhere. I also made her agree to bring the kids around today but tomorrow Harry you have to go back to work", she explained her eyes narrowing at my lack of interest face but on the inside I was freaking out. Taylor will be coming on my private jet with me and I'll also get to see her today when she drops the kids around. 

"Why would I want to go there?" I snapped looking at Gemma sharply irritation filling my body. "Why would I want to go to the place where the two people who destroyed my relationship will be? Hmmm Gemma tell me why?" I shouted finally getting of the sofa. She looked at me as if I was a freaking four eyed monster.

"Harry", she laughed. "You are my younger brother and I love you dearly but they did not destroy your relationship you did. I'm sorry bro but the sooner you understand that the better for you, your work and ME", she shouted the last word causing me to jump. I smiled sadly at her and wrapped her into a hug. The familiar scent of coconut from her hair filling my senses. I didn't say anything back but I think she understood by that hug that I am so thankful for everything that she has done for me and more that I can't even put into words. She pulled apart and wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Please wash before Taylor drops the kids over", she whined, pushing me towards the door.

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Taylor's pov

"Stay still for goodness sake", I hissed as I tried to tie Abigail's hair into two cute pigtails. But that was honestly easier said than done.

"No", she said crossly sticking her tongue out at me. I stared at her evilly before sighing in frustration.

"Right well if you don't let me tie up your hair I'm going to have to call Daddy to tell him you won't be coming", I said crossly, blackmail always works against my little three year old.

"Fine", she pouted, finally climbing back up onto the stool, where I carefully done her hair. I held up two bows, a pink one and a white one in front of her face so she could choose which one she wanted to wear. "That one mommy", she stated, pointing to the pink bow as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I placed the pink bow in her hair and she hopped of the stool to get a few toys to bring with her to her Dads.

"Right so Jase, remember cry all day", I laughed as I picked up the giggling baby. I changed his nappy before putting a pair of jeans and a cute t-shirt with a lion in the front of it on him. He grinned happily, wiggling his little legs.

"Mommy", Abigail called coming into the living room, with two Disney princess Barbie dolls in her hands. "I'm bringing these", she told me as she came to sit beside me and Jase on the couch. I glanced over at her and shook my head she looked a lot like Harry, it wasn't even right. 

"Ok princess, let's go", I said happily but on the inside my body was churning. All I need to do is hold it together when I meet him at Gemma's house, it'll be fine!!!

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I grabbed hold of Abigail's hand as we made our way over to Gemma's front door. Abigail looked at me confused.
"Why are we going to Aunty Gem?" She asked cocking her head to one side just like Harry does when he doesn't understand something, I choked out a sob and then mentally slapped myself. Quit it Taylor just hold it together for fifteen minutes. I pressed the doorbell and you could faintly hear it ring from the outside of the house. I tapped my heels impatiently, was it seriously that hard to answer a door. What felt like five minutes later but was probably much less the door swung open.

"Daddy", Abigail squealed in delight and catapulted herself into Harry's outstretched arms. I smiled fondly at the sight of them before remembering I was supposed to be annoyed with him.

"Hey baby girl", he cooed kissing her on the forehead. I looked around awkwardly and realised Gemma's car wasn't here, oh I'm going to kill her. "Hi Taylor", he grinned cockily gesturing for me to come in. I gulped before finally entering the house.

"Right so, hold Jason I'm just going to get his swing from the car he absolutely loves it it really soothes him", I rambled addressing him like a baby sitter and not my husband. He looked at me funnily and before he said anything I dashed out of the house. I ran but I forgot about the step. 'Crunch'. "Ow, shoot", I hissed as I fell to the ground. Why did I run in fecking heels?

"Tay, oh god are you ok?" Harry asked worriedly but I could see the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes I'm fine", I hissed trying to stand but the pain in my ankle made me fall again. This time Harry didn't even try to be consoling he just laughed at me, laughed at ME. I'm freaking in pain and all he can do is laugh his fucking head of.

"Come here shithead", he laughed as he picked me up.

"Put me down", I said crossly. He grinned cheekily at me before letting go of me which I wasn't expecting so I fell. "Humph", I grunted as I hit the ground. I stared at him crossly tears welling up in my eyes. No way was I gonna cry even though the pain in my ankle is unbearable and my ass hurt so bad now, no way was I going to let him have the satisfaction of seeing me cry. He just wanted to be superman and save me but no way was that going to happen. But then also I don't really want to still be sitting here in the hallway when Gemma comes back.

"Sorry babe". He stuck his tongue out at me before going out to the car to get the baby swing rocking thingy. I glared at his back as he headed to the car. How can he be so confident and sure of himself? Gemma said he's terrible in looks and attitude but I don't think he's ever been hotter. His hair is still slightly damp from the shower and he's wearing a slightly tight white t-shirt which shows his perfect muscles and he has a pair of black skinny jeans on. "I know I'm hot but stop staring at me it's making me feel uncomfortable", he called turning his head around, causing me to blush bright red. Woah this feels like the first time I met him. He came back in with the swing swung across his shoulder and walked straight by me into the living room. I heard him talking to Jason and placing him in the secure swing thing.

"Harry", I finally called, I was not sitting here for a second longer. Minutes passed and he never answered me, time to try a new tactic. "Harry", I called again this time I was crying, I heard his sharp intake of breath before the door opened.

"What?" He smirked down at me knowing he was going to win.

"Can you please put me somewhere comfier?" I asked slowly and he stared at me for a few minutes before raising his eyebrows and then shook his head.

"Please babe", I whined. He shook his head again. Fine I'll do it myself. I grabbed the radiator beside me as I dragged myself to my feet where I rested my good foot on the ground and kept the bad one high in the air. I knew there was no way I could walk anywhere, I looked at Harry again he smiled a little at my trying to get up.

"Come here", he grinned taking a step towards me. "I'll help you. Gemma will be soon here and as soon as she comes I'll bring you to the doctors", he grinned wickedly at me which caused me to lose my balance. Harry caught me this time before I hit the ground. He laughed a throaty laugh before bringing me into the living room, where Abigail was playing happily with her barbie dolls. Harry smiled genuinely at me before placing me ever so carefully onto the sofa.

"Thanks", I breathed as be placed a cozy blanket over me. I could tell that he held back from kissing me which I was disappointed about, he had no clue how much I wanted to kiss him right now. But his previous words from in the kitchen that day rang through my mind. I love you but I'm not in love with you. What a jerk, that was the line nearly every guy uses when they're breaking up with you.

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A/n hey my lovelies. This chapter was a bit longer than the rest. I hope you enjoy x vote and comment x love you all xx