Chapter 22

                                    

                                          

June 1, 2017 
                          
Harry's POV:
How could you? Why would you do this to me Harry? You promised you'd never leave. Harry...why....? Why.....
Her voice got further away but still rang in my ears. 
                          
I opened my eyes and I was still in bed. The room was exactly the same...except....she was gone. Not that I could blame her. I mean...
She had gone back to Tennessee to be with her mum while...till...all this had passed. 
She said that she was scared that I'd leave her now that she was pregnant, or that the media would tear us apart like the last time. So now instead of waking up to her beside me, I wake up to an empty house and one voicemail. She only calls once a day and she never talks to me. Maybe it was something I said. Or did.
"Hey Harry. Its me. Um...I hope you're doing okay. It's nice to hear you on the radio and see you on tv. Um...mom is great and so is the baby. I think she....or he....will be like you....um...I'm in my jet and I'm going to New York. I'm gonna try to write for my new album...um...yeah...so...I...I miss you. Okay. Well...umm..I'm sending you something. In the mail actually. You can keep them also. Okay um..bye...love you...bye." 
The last part was whispered so quietly I could barely hear it; it was sad and I could tell that she was holding back tears. 
I missed her voice. I missed her. I missed the baby. My baby. Our baby. 
                          
Taylor's POV:
TAYLOR SWIFT DATING BRITISH ACTOR JOE ALWYN
THEY ARE GOING TO GREAT LENGTHS TO KEEP THEIR RELATIONSHIP UNDER WRAPS. 
"Oh my god." I said laughing. 
"What happened sweetie?" My mom asked. 
I held up my phone and showed her the article. "That. That is hilarious." 
"Well at least they got the actor part right." 
"What do you mean?" 
"Well HARRY IS British and an actor. But...." She looked at me in my sweatpants and my hair in a bun and chuckled. "You don't look like you are dating Joe whatever-his-face-is." 
"Yeah, no." I took my phone back and shook my head. The media. Woooow. 
"How is he?" She asked.
"Joe? Well from this I'd say he's getting some amazing publicity." I knew what she meant. I didn't want to answer that. 
"You know what I mean, Taylor." 
"I think he's okay. He's always smiling when he's on tv." 
"Have you talked to him recently?" 
"I left him a voicemail this morning."
"But maybe he wants to talk to you. Not just hear your voice." 
"Mom, I can't. I'm already pregnant isn't that enough? I can't be seen in public with him anymore, I can't call him cause what if someone taps the phone or leaks our calls? 
"Well then at least people would know your real feelings. This isn't you, baby. Hiding from the public, hiding from your fears, leaving your boyfriend. What happened to my fearless girl?" 
"I don't know, mom. I wish she was back though. I'm so tired of all this." I huffed.
 "I want to act how I want, love who I want, and I don't give a fuck if the media hates me." 
"There's my girl. That's my Taylor.  And I'm glad that you finally feel like this because I'm tired of seeing you in sweatpants and a hoodie, and watch your language."
We laughed together. I love my mom. 
Okay. I'm gonna do it. Get ready world, for Taylor Alison fucking Swift. 





                          
ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I UPDATED HOLY CRAP
I write Taylor with huge mood swings I'm sorry 😂
Hope you like this! Happy June!