Taylor POV

"So, any plans on returning home?" Ashton asks, his voice pleading.

"I-I don't know." I say quietly, sinking to the floor.

I look down at the half scarred over lines on my wrist, formed.from my razor blade. I've been screamed at by die-hard fans at school for the past few months for leaving Ash, and this was the outcome.

"Please? Please, please, please?" He begs. "I've been a wreck without you."

I grimace, wondering what he means by wreck.

"I don't know Ashton," I reply. "It's hard on me that way."

Well, it's hard on you this way, too.

"I know it's hard on you. It's hard on me, too." He sighs. "Pretty please come home?"

"Maybe, just give me time to think about it." I say blankly, wondering what kind of girl he's with now.

"You've had almost 4 months," He responds.

"I know."

"C'mon, please? My life is so boring without you! My entire life, every single day, revolves around the studio, family and the guys!" He rambles.

"What about touring?" I ask, remembering the fun we had in Germany.

"Doesn't start until July." He answers.

"Then I guess I'll see you when you come to New York." I say. "I have to go now, I'll call you later."

Or never.

"Okay, erm, talk to you later." He says.

"Bye, I miss ya guys." I say before ending the call.

I blink, causing unexpected tears to run down my face. While I may still be thinking whether to return or not, one thing is certain.

I can at least go visit him.

Notes

Three months later, I finally post the part 2, lol. And we shall see the visit sometime in February :)