Moments | Chapter eighteen
Taylor's P.O.V
A few weeks later, you know after the funeral and stuff, mine and Louis' relationship started going downhill. He was away a lot more than usual, coming back drunk almost every night, and he was rude towards me now. And the thing that was shocking me, was that I'm scared of him a little now. I hear the front door swing open and hit the wall. I see Louis walk in, cussing under his breath. I get up slowly off of the couch and I follow him into our large kitchen. "How was your day?" I ask him, choosing my words carefully. "Why do you care?" He asks me in a sassy tone while he is cooking himself dinner. "Well I-I love you Louis." I say quietly to him. He picks up a pan and slams it on the stove. He shoves me to the side into the counter. I wince in pain and he just glares at me as he gets into the refridgerator. He slams the door shut and he gets out the cutting board and a knife. "Um Louis are you sure you don't want me to do that? I'm scared you might hurt yourself." I say to him. "DO YOU THINK I"M A FREAKING BABY? I CAN DO THIS ON MY OWN. NOW GET OUT OF MY WAY, YOU COMMANDING FREAK!" He yells at me, practically in my face, and he throws the knife on the ground. The knife bounces back up in the air, as the hande is rubber, and it cuts my leg. He doesn't see it. I run off in tears of pain from my leg and in tears because of Louis. I go to our bedroom and I slam the door shut and I lock it. I look at my bleeding leg and i sob. I go to the bathroom and i put about three big bandaids on it and I go back into the room. I call Harry. "H-Harry?" I say choking back the tears. "Taylor? What's wrong? Don't tell me, I'll be there in 5 minutes to pick you up." He says and he hangs up. I get some sweats and I put them in my purse. I but on my UGGS and I walk through the living room to the door. "And just where do you think you're going?" Louis asks, looking up from his phone. "Out." I snap at him and I walk out of the door and to Harry's car. As soon as I get in his car, I break down in tears. "H-Hary I d-don't know w-what to do." I say while I cry. "What happened? Is it Louis again?" He says. I nod. "I swear, he doesn't deserve you." He says to me. We get to his flat and we go in. "C-can I stay with you tonight?" I ask him. "Of course, I don't want you hurting, Taylor." He says. "Okay, I'm going to change into my sweats." I say to him and I go to change. I walk back out and into the living room. I sit on the couch and Harry sits beside me and he wraps his arms around me, making me feel safe ... even though I know I am with him. "Taylor, you're so much better than him," Harry whispers into my ear. "He doesn't deserve you." He adds on. "Harry, thank you for being here for me when I need it. I feel like you're closer to me than Louis." I say to him. "Taylor, I love you, okay? I've wanted to say that since the first day I met you." He says and he kisses me. When he pulls away, we just look into each others eyes for a long time, until we're asleep.
*I bet this was a shocker (: I'm writing Moments again, because I came up with some ideas :D So Moments is back! I'm intorducing a new character, Kailey, the a few more chapters(:*