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Saturday, March 30, 2013

Come Back...Be Here (Part Two)

Here is the next installment of the Haylor fanfiction. :) Enjoy!

After that, Taylor tried to get over him. Now she was dating Connor Kennedy. At times, his curly hair and green eyes would remind her of him, but she pushed away the bad memories. But she couldn't keep them away at night, when she would cry herself to sleep.

Even the relationship with Connor wasn't helping. At times, she almost gave up because she knew that he wasn't who she wanted. It was Harry.

In addition to this, Connor's parents hated her, and openly told the media that they thought she was trash. Only Connor's grandmother, Edith, approved of their relationship.

"I can see Connor growing in a good way every day," she told Taylor, beaming.

But it still felt all wrong to Taylor.

And all of this Harry knew from Taylor's good friend and roommate, Abigail. Abigail had seen broken-hearted Taylor was, and she thought that they should be together. And so after the horrible break-up, she began a correspondence with Harry.

At first, her words were furious, mad at him for making her friend so hurt. But then Harry found himself pouring out his heart to her...not in a loving kind of way, but a friend way. And then Abigail realized how hurt he was. Now she was prodding him into trying to make it all up.

But how could he do that? His stupid pride was in the way, and wouldn't let him apologize to her and tell her it was all a mistake, and ask her to come back.

But looking at it in another light, he couldn't just do nothing. He couldn't move on. He couldn't take pleasure in anything anymore.

Harry found himself following the news about Taylor, just as she had done for him. When he had first met her, he hadn't been as much into her as she was into him. After all, he was used to moving on quickly from somebody. But now that she was gone, he was feeling something he had never felt before - true love. It felt softer and sweeter and also more difficult in some ways than anything else he had ever felt before.

Taylor was supposedly getting on along well with Connor Kennedy, and two were reported to be "madly in love". But Harry and Abigail knew better.

And all he knew was that somehow, he had to make it all better. He had to make it up to her. He had to make things right again.

* * *

Months later, the day before Christmas Eve, Taylor was taking a walk with Connor Kennedy. It was in the beautiful park that was part of the Kennedy's home. Snow had newly fallen, and the world was glistening white. Taylor was sporting a gorgeous white jacket, and she had a red hat on. It made her feel like Christmas itself. Connor was looking rather handsome in his own leather jacket and a green hat that made his green eyes shine out more than ever in his freckled face.

"It looks rather pretty, doesn't it?" Connor asked. He had an arm around Taylor, and his presence was making the whole world feel Christmassy and lovely.

"Yes, it does," Taylor said, shivering a little bit in the crisp air. She cuddled up to him, and his body warmth made her warm all over.

"Are you cold?" Connor asked.

"A little, Taylor admitted.

Connor held her closer to him, and the two walked in silence for a little while. Finally, Connor stopped and broke the silence.

"Taylor..." he said, facing Taylor and taking her hands in his own. His voice had an edge to it that Taylor didn't like.

She looked at Connor, and he was looking right at her.

"Yes?" she whispered, her heart dreading something that her head couldn't understand.

"I've been meaning to tell you this for a long time...but...I could never bring myself to say it," Connor said. His eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

"Please...tell me," Taylor managed to get out. Her voice was squeaky with apprehension.

Connor looked down, and then back up again.

"I suppose you realize that my mother and father don't exactly approve of you..." he started.

Taylor raised a trembling hand and put a finger on Connor's lips. "Don't, Connor..." she said. "You're just making it worse."

"Taylor..." Connor's voice broke. When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse. "I can't go on like this. I love you, but my mother..." He stopped.

Taylor could hardly find the words to speak, but she suddenly heard herself speaking the words she had wanted to keep inside of her for the last few months, knowing they were the right thing to say, but hating to break this all up.

"You need to do what you think is best..." A tear streamed down her cheek to her nose, where it dangled for a while and tickled her nose dreadfully, before it fell onto her red-mittened hand. "I don't want to be the thing that comes between you and your mother." She gulped down the terror that was rising in her throat. "I'm sure you'll meet someone lovely that your mother will approve of."

Then she broke away and turned, wanting to get as much distance as possible between her and Connor before she entirely broke down.

"Taylor, wait!" Connor's firm hand landed on her shoulder and held her back. She hung in between the movement of staying and leaving, each half of her wanting to do either the former or the latter.

The next thing she knew was that Connor's hand was lifting her chin up so that she was looking into his eyes.

"You don't know how much this means to me," Connor whispered. "Thank you."

The tears were shimmering in both of their eyes now.

"It's only what a friend would do for another," Taylor's voice was harsh and grating in comparison to her usual sweet and melodious tone.

Connor suddenly looked down. "Oh! I almost forgot your Christmas present!"

One green-mittened hand dove into Connor's right pocket, and out came a little green box with a red ribbon on it.

"Open it," he commanded.

Taylor pulled on the little ends of the little ribbon, and they curled away and off the top of the box. Her trembling fingers took off the little top and then picked out a little silver heart charm with the following intitals engraved and entwined on the front: KC TS.

"For your ever-growing friendship bracelet," Connor said, smiling through his tears.

Taylor smiled a little, too. Connor knew all about the empty friendship bracelet of silver chain links she had received as a birthday present from her best present Abigail. Over the years, she had collected so many charms that she had begun to hang two charms on each chain link.

Now she pushed down the red right mitten and pushed up the sleeve of the white jacket, revealing the said friendship bracelet. Without a sound, she held out her  right wrist to Connor and handed him the little heart charm with her left fingers. Without a sound, Connor put the heart charm on top of the little charm that looked like a diploma scroll that Taylor had received when she graduated from high school. A tear fell from Taylor's right eye onto his finger as he finished clasping it on.

Then he looked up into her eyes again, and Taylor could read the expression perfectly - his eyes were saying goodbye. She knew he was too much of a gentleman to ask her for a last kiss since they weren't a couple anymore, and so she leaned in and gave him a quick last kiss before she turned and walked away.

She didn't look back.

© Copyright of Alyianna Baggins, 2012

The amazing thing is, I wrote this part of the fanfiction a day or two before it came out on the news that Taylor and Connor had broken up! So I feel a little bit like a psychic now. xD

What do you think is going to happen next? Say what you think in the comments section below!

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