What You Call Love
C29
August 02th, 2013
Dear Diary,
I've actually had you for years, but I never seemed to use you because there was really no reason. But lately, (3 days,4 hours, 18 minutes, 32 seconds) yes I've been keeping count. I've been in bed since I've seen them. And everyday, I refresh the page to look at the new tweets about me. But why do I do it? Why do I keep making myself sadder? My do my thoughts keep getting sadder? Harry doesn't know about this and I don't want him too. He's always asking me what's wrong and if he did something when I come down stairs to eat. But I don't eat the food, I just make it seem like I do. So when I'm done, I just come upstairs to sleep or just to take a shower. My daily routine. But what do I do? Do I tell Harry? Do I respond? What do I do!
Love, Taylor.
I bit down on my bottom lip as I drop the pen between the pages I stopped writing on.
My eyes slowly close as I close the book and hold it to my chest, as if it was more than just a rectangular box that was made to writing on. I bit down on my lip to make sure the tears weren't able to fall, and so they didn't.
My body sluggishly got up from my comfortable seat on the ground and made my way to the bathroom so I couldn't take a shower.
(Harry's POV)
My eyes scanned back and forth from Ema playing on the ground with her little toys and the television that was showing the video of me yelling at the paparazzi.
They had to basically beep out everything I said. It's been days since the incident with paps and their still talking about it like it just happen a few minutes ago.
Harry's New Girlfriend?
Harry Snaps on paps?
what About his famous daughter Ema?
I mean, don't they get tired of talking about the same old stuff? I know I do. I rolled my eyes and sigh as I grab the remote and turn the television off.
I drop the remote back down on the couch as I stood up and walked to the kitchen.
"Stay right there Ema." I warned her.
She nodded her head up and down as she continued to play with the two Barbie dolls in her hands. I walked up to the cabinet and grabbed a spoon to check the food that I was cooking.
Taylor said she wasn't feeling very well, so I made some chicken noodle soup for her. As I brought the spoon up to my lips, I blowed on the soup to cool it down since it very hot.
My hand free hand cuffed under the spoon as I carefully walked over to Ema.
"Ema..." Once she looked over to me, I bended down right next to her.
"Try this for dada." I blew on it one more time before Ema opened her mouth and tried it. Ema smacked her lips together as she gathered up the taste.
"Well... Is it good?" I asked. She stuck her pointer finger up at me as she continued to test the soup. Once she stopped, she just stared at me....
"Yummy! I want more!" She shouted with a huge smile on her face as jumped up and down wanting me to pick her up. I picked her up and held her under my arm as I walked into the kitchen and fixed Ema a plate.
"Do you think mamas going to like the food Ema?" I asked as I poured some soup into her pink princess bowl.
"Yes dada!" She squealed. My lips connected to her temple as I sat her down in her high chair so she was able to eat her food. I grabbed Taylor's bowl of soup and walked up stairs with it slowly so it wouldn't spill.
Once I got into the room, I slowly creaked the door open so I wouldn't startle Taylor. But when I walked into room, she wasn't in there.
So, I laid the food on the dresser and looked around the room. She wasn't anywhere to be found until I walked up to the bathroom door.
I leaned my ear, against the door as I heard the shower water fall down and Taylor's voice. Chills were sent through my body as I listened to the sound of Taylor's sweet voice.
"I got you, ooooo Baby I got you, ooooo
Until you're used to my face
And my mystery fades I got you
So baby love me
Before they all love me
Until you won’t love me
Because they all left me
I’ll be different
I think I’ll be different
I hope I’m not different
And I hope you’ll still listen
But until then Baby I got you I got you
Girl I still got you I got you.."
Taylor's voice was like an angel. She never liked singing in front of me or anyone, but there was one time, the first time I caught her singing. And words couldn't describe how beautiful her voice sounded.
~flashback
I sniffled a little as I wiped my nose with the Kleenex tissue Taylor had just brought into the room for me. I weakly stretched my arm to the night stand and grabbed the tea that Taylor also brought in for me. As I held the warm cup with both my shaky hands and brought it up to my lips, I watched as Taylor walked into the room with a tray full of medicines. She was like my little nurse. Taylor sat on the edge of the bed where my legs were covered in about three comforters since I was cold. "What hurts now Hazza?" She asked as she held her hand up to my forehead testing if I was hot or not. "Everything.. My body aches, my heads warm, my tummy hurts and I'm cold." I said with my dry and cracky voice. A small smirk appeared on her face as she looked down at the tray in her lap. A confused look appeared on my face as she opened the bottle of medicine. "What's so funny?" I asked Taylor in a very serious tone. But by the way she looked at me, she didn't think I was serious. "Nothing, it's just that you look so cute with your red nose, messy hair and you bundled up in like a hundred covers." She looked down and smiled at herself which made me smile too. Taylor had the most beautifulest smile. Her smile was basically a show stopper for anyone. "Alright now, take this." She instantly said holding a small blue pill in the palm of her hands, waiting for me to take it. I shut my mouth and shaked my head no. She knew I hated taking medicine, and I always would put up a fight when she would make me take it. "Harry, this will make you feel better and go to sleep, now take it." Her voice was very more stricter and serious. But I didn't find her actions anything else except sexy. Once again, I shaked my head no. "Please Harry! I'll stay in here with you if you take it!" She whined. "No Taylor, I don't want you getting si-" Taylor immediately took her opportunity and shoved the pill in my mouth and brought the tea up to my lips making me gulp the pill down. "Now, was it that bad?" She asked. I pouted my lips as she shifted in the bed and laid behind me. "Tay, I'm sick.. And I don't want you getting sick." I said Turing around and facing her. "Shh Harry, I rather get your sickness then me being healthy and you not okay? Now, go to sleep." Taylor wasn't going to budge so I just decided to let her be. I snuggled my body into hers as her fingers shuffled and played with my curls making me drift off to sleep. "Taylor...." I said half awake. "Yes Hazza?" Her sweet, mellow voice calmed me. "Sing for me. Please."My voiced cracked at the end. I felt her chest rise up as she sighed deeply. "You know I don't like singing in front of people but I'll do it because your sick." I murmured thank you under my breath as I closed my eyes once again and waited patiently to hear the sound of Taylor's voice.
"Love me like you do
Love me like you do Like you do
Hold me tight and don't let go
What am I to do
When you love me like you do?
Like you do
Hold me tight and don't let go.." And I was out.
~flashback
Just by thinking of that time she sung for me, made me so happy. Taylor had a beautiful voice and she doesn't see that. I was suddenly snapped from my thoughts when I heard a little bird sound.
It definitely wasn't from outside because all the windows were closed. I slowly walked around the room in search of where the sound was coming from. When I found the sound, it was coming from the computer.
I cautiously sat down on the edge of the bed as I laid the lap top in my lap and scanned my finger across the mouse so it would turn on. When the computer turned on, I realized it was twitter.. But it wasn't my twitter, it was Taylor's..
My eye brows furrowed together as I refreshed the page she was currently on. But my heart suddenly broke when I read through the comments.
A/T/N: Taylor Keith is this ugly girls name! Ew!
A/T/N: please go away just like Morgan and the others! You don't deserve Harry!
A/T/N: your worthless! Leave!
The list went on and on about Taylor.
(Taylor's POV)
I wrapped the towel around my body as I took the orange comb, and started to comb my wet hair.
I turned the door knob to the bathroom as I walked out and hummed a beat. But I immediately stopped in my tracks as I saw Harry sitting on the bed with his eyes red, teary eyes glued to my computer that was sitting on his lap.
I tried to run away like it was even possible but when Harry's eyes met mine, I could tell what he has been reading.
"Why didn't you tell me Taylor?" Shit.
Dear Diary,
I've actually had you for years, but I never seemed to use you because there was really no reason. But lately, (3 days,4 hours, 18 minutes, 32 seconds) yes I've been keeping count. I've been in bed since I've seen them. And everyday, I refresh the page to look at the new tweets about me. But why do I do it? Why do I keep making myself sadder? My do my thoughts keep getting sadder? Harry doesn't know about this and I don't want him too. He's always asking me what's wrong and if he did something when I come down stairs to eat. But I don't eat the food, I just make it seem like I do. So when I'm done, I just come upstairs to sleep or just to take a shower. My daily routine. But what do I do? Do I tell Harry? Do I respond? What do I do!
Love, Taylor.
I bit down on my bottom lip as I drop the pen between the pages I stopped writing on.
My eyes slowly close as I close the book and hold it to my chest, as if it was more than just a rectangular box that was made to writing on. I bit down on my lip to make sure the tears weren't able to fall, and so they didn't.
My body sluggishly got up from my comfortable seat on the ground and made my way to the bathroom so I couldn't take a shower.
(Harry's POV)
My eyes scanned back and forth from Ema playing on the ground with her little toys and the television that was showing the video of me yelling at the paparazzi.
They had to basically beep out everything I said. It's been days since the incident with paps and their still talking about it like it just happen a few minutes ago.
Harry's New Girlfriend?
Harry Snaps on paps?
what About his famous daughter Ema?
I mean, don't they get tired of talking about the same old stuff? I know I do. I rolled my eyes and sigh as I grab the remote and turn the television off.
I drop the remote back down on the couch as I stood up and walked to the kitchen.
"Stay right there Ema." I warned her.
She nodded her head up and down as she continued to play with the two Barbie dolls in her hands. I walked up to the cabinet and grabbed a spoon to check the food that I was cooking.
Taylor said she wasn't feeling very well, so I made some chicken noodle soup for her. As I brought the spoon up to my lips, I blowed on the soup to cool it down since it very hot.
My hand free hand cuffed under the spoon as I carefully walked over to Ema.
"Ema..." Once she looked over to me, I bended down right next to her.
"Try this for dada." I blew on it one more time before Ema opened her mouth and tried it. Ema smacked her lips together as she gathered up the taste.
"Well... Is it good?" I asked. She stuck her pointer finger up at me as she continued to test the soup. Once she stopped, she just stared at me....
"Yummy! I want more!" She shouted with a huge smile on her face as jumped up and down wanting me to pick her up. I picked her up and held her under my arm as I walked into the kitchen and fixed Ema a plate.
"Do you think mamas going to like the food Ema?" I asked as I poured some soup into her pink princess bowl.
"Yes dada!" She squealed. My lips connected to her temple as I sat her down in her high chair so she was able to eat her food. I grabbed Taylor's bowl of soup and walked up stairs with it slowly so it wouldn't spill.
Once I got into the room, I slowly creaked the door open so I wouldn't startle Taylor. But when I walked into room, she wasn't in there.
So, I laid the food on the dresser and looked around the room. She wasn't anywhere to be found until I walked up to the bathroom door.
I leaned my ear, against the door as I heard the shower water fall down and Taylor's voice. Chills were sent through my body as I listened to the sound of Taylor's sweet voice.
"I got you, ooooo Baby I got you, ooooo
Until you're used to my face
And my mystery fades I got you
So baby love me
Before they all love me
Until you won’t love me
Because they all left me
I’ll be different
I think I’ll be different
I hope I’m not different
And I hope you’ll still listen
But until then Baby I got you I got you
Girl I still got you I got you.."
Taylor's voice was like an angel. She never liked singing in front of me or anyone, but there was one time, the first time I caught her singing. And words couldn't describe how beautiful her voice sounded.
~flashback
I sniffled a little as I wiped my nose with the Kleenex tissue Taylor had just brought into the room for me. I weakly stretched my arm to the night stand and grabbed the tea that Taylor also brought in for me. As I held the warm cup with both my shaky hands and brought it up to my lips, I watched as Taylor walked into the room with a tray full of medicines. She was like my little nurse. Taylor sat on the edge of the bed where my legs were covered in about three comforters since I was cold. "What hurts now Hazza?" She asked as she held her hand up to my forehead testing if I was hot or not. "Everything.. My body aches, my heads warm, my tummy hurts and I'm cold." I said with my dry and cracky voice. A small smirk appeared on her face as she looked down at the tray in her lap. A confused look appeared on my face as she opened the bottle of medicine. "What's so funny?" I asked Taylor in a very serious tone. But by the way she looked at me, she didn't think I was serious. "Nothing, it's just that you look so cute with your red nose, messy hair and you bundled up in like a hundred covers." She looked down and smiled at herself which made me smile too. Taylor had the most beautifulest smile. Her smile was basically a show stopper for anyone. "Alright now, take this." She instantly said holding a small blue pill in the palm of her hands, waiting for me to take it. I shut my mouth and shaked my head no. She knew I hated taking medicine, and I always would put up a fight when she would make me take it. "Harry, this will make you feel better and go to sleep, now take it." Her voice was very more stricter and serious. But I didn't find her actions anything else except sexy. Once again, I shaked my head no. "Please Harry! I'll stay in here with you if you take it!" She whined. "No Taylor, I don't want you getting si-" Taylor immediately took her opportunity and shoved the pill in my mouth and brought the tea up to my lips making me gulp the pill down. "Now, was it that bad?" She asked. I pouted my lips as she shifted in the bed and laid behind me. "Tay, I'm sick.. And I don't want you getting sick." I said Turing around and facing her. "Shh Harry, I rather get your sickness then me being healthy and you not okay? Now, go to sleep." Taylor wasn't going to budge so I just decided to let her be. I snuggled my body into hers as her fingers shuffled and played with my curls making me drift off to sleep. "Taylor...." I said half awake. "Yes Hazza?" Her sweet, mellow voice calmed me. "Sing for me. Please."My voiced cracked at the end. I felt her chest rise up as she sighed deeply. "You know I don't like singing in front of people but I'll do it because your sick." I murmured thank you under my breath as I closed my eyes once again and waited patiently to hear the sound of Taylor's voice.
"Love me like you do
Love me like you do Like you do
Hold me tight and don't let go
What am I to do
When you love me like you do?
Like you do
Hold me tight and don't let go.." And I was out.
~flashback
Just by thinking of that time she sung for me, made me so happy. Taylor had a beautiful voice and she doesn't see that. I was suddenly snapped from my thoughts when I heard a little bird sound.
It definitely wasn't from outside because all the windows were closed. I slowly walked around the room in search of where the sound was coming from. When I found the sound, it was coming from the computer.
I cautiously sat down on the edge of the bed as I laid the lap top in my lap and scanned my finger across the mouse so it would turn on. When the computer turned on, I realized it was twitter.. But it wasn't my twitter, it was Taylor's..
My eye brows furrowed together as I refreshed the page she was currently on. But my heart suddenly broke when I read through the comments.
A/T/N: Taylor Keith is this ugly girls name! Ew!
A/T/N: please go away just like Morgan and the others! You don't deserve Harry!
A/T/N: your worthless! Leave!
The list went on and on about Taylor.
(Taylor's POV)
I wrapped the towel around my body as I took the orange comb, and started to comb my wet hair.
I turned the door knob to the bathroom as I walked out and hummed a beat. But I immediately stopped in my tracks as I saw Harry sitting on the bed with his eyes red, teary eyes glued to my computer that was sitting on his lap.
I tried to run away like it was even possible but when Harry's eyes met mine, I could tell what he has been reading.
"Why didn't you tell me Taylor?" Shit.
Notes
Ohhhhhh cliff hanger! What's gonna happen :o? Hope you like! Sorry I've been lacking, I've been busy with school and family problems plus some relationship problems but I don't feel like getting into it! Anyways , off that subject ..
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I can't see any of the house pictures -_- but I really love your story I read the first one all last night!
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