Dream

29 - Taylor and Emily?

NO ONES P.O.V (IN L.A ~ Taylor and Emily)

Taylor left the house to go to a party that Carter had told him about. They were driving there; Emily however, was sick. She has bronchitis and she can barely even talk. It’s hard on Emily; she doesn’t really know how they stand as of today. They have been having many conflicts in their relationship and the feeling is just gone. But she still loves him, she’s just confused.

Taylor walks into the house and has the time of his life. He forgets about everything around him and finds a girl. Let’s just say he woke up beside this random girl in his arms. Regret filled his body as he thought about Emily, how she would react and how she doesn’t deserve all this. He rushed home to talk to her.

EMILYS P.O.V

I sneezed into my tissue that I was holding, I was wondering where Taylor was. He said he was supposed to be home later last night and he’s still not home. I heard his car pull up and I looked out the window and it was him. I smiled knowing he was home to help me.

He slumped into his room; he didn’t look like he was himself. His eyes were red from crying. Something happened; I am too scared to find out. “Hey, I have to tell you something.” He told me. I started to assume possible things in my head and I was scared for what actually would happen. “Umm, let me explain before you say anything, please.” He said sympathetically. I nodded and he carried on. “I woke up beside a girl, in a bed, nothing on.” I started to tear up, Taylor attempted to grab my hand but I backed up in his bed and stood up. I was in shock, he was cheated on before and I would have never thought he would be a hypocrite and copy their actions. I was disgusted. He didn’t even have to fully explain himself for me to come to a decision. As he was talking I interrupted, “I can’t handle this Taylor, and we are done.” I raised my voice; it was hard for me to talk with my throat being all raspy. I got up and put all my things together.

“Babe, stop. Please.” He assured. “DON’T TAYLOR, WE’RE DONE.” I said crying, forcing myself to shout at him. He kept trying and I was just getting madder. I ran into Gilinsky’s room beside Taylors and told him to hold the door and don’t let him in. He questioned but obeyed. I asked him to drive me to the airport. After an hour Taylor stopped trying; Jack and I rushed into the hall and out the front door and into his car. After he pulled out of the drive way he looked at me. He had a questioned look on his face. “What happened?” He asked me. I explained everything to him. “If you need anything, I’m here and open to listen.” He said sympathetically.

Jack dropped me off at the airport and I thanked him and hugged him. I left his car and walked into the airport. I boarded my plane and sat down; window seat, great. Just what I need, I smiled a bit and looked at my phone. I frowned instantly; it was Taylor. I quickly blocked his number and deleted our conversations on all social media apps and even iMessage. I deleted all the picture between us and all the tweets and Instagram pictures I had with him. I needed closure and I needed someone. I was happy that I am going back to Vancouver.

The plane landed in Vancouver and I breathed in the fresh Canadian air. I was finally home after about a year. I texted my sister to come pick me up and she was surprised I was home. Once she pulled up she hugged me and asked why I was here. I waited to answer the question until we got into her car and started to drive home. So this was when I explained everything. She liked Taylor and was surprised that he would do this to me. I was surprised as well; a couple tears slipped down my cheeks as I told her and she felt bad. There was nothing she could do, what’s done is done.

We finally came home and my sister explained to my mom what had happened. I went off to my room and took a nap. I put my headphones in and blasted some music that made me happy. I woke up five hours later and opened my eyes. I repeatedly coughed and sneezed. I hated being sick. Music was still playing and I smiled at the song; We can’t stop by Miley Cyrus.  I looked at my phone and pressed new message. Should I send a text to Jack, or not? I don’t want to bug him or bore him with my stupid story. I decided to send something...

“Hey, I am literally so caught up in this stupid ass mess and I don’t know how to get out.” I sent to Jack. I waited for his reply and five minutes later my phone lit up. “Just let it out, I’m here, I will listen :)” Jack texted back and I smiled. We texted for hours until I fell asleep at 12:30am. His last text was: “Make sure you keep that beautiful smile on your face, you deserve to be happy Emily. You didn’t deserve what he did and we all know it. I will always be here if you need anything. Goodnight Em :)” My stomach filled with butterflies. Oh no, I was falling for Gilinsky, this is too fast.