Taylors POV
Christmas was a big celebration. But I think everyone could tell I was waiting for someone. I was. I was waiting for Harry to burst through the doors. Now I am back in Nashville, he is back in England. I have been curled up in my bed since boxing day, occasionally getting up to get food. I wonder how Harry's doing?
As if magically, my phone starts to ring. It's an unknown number. I pick it up anyway, hoping it's not a crazy fan. Then I hear a "Hello?"
"Louis?"
"Yeah, me, what?"
"Why are you calling me?"
"Because, uhhh...."
He seemed to trail off.
"What's wrong Louis?"
"Are you eating?"
What? How does this have anything to do with me?
"Yeah, why?"
"Harry's not"
"WHAT?!" I literally scream into the phone. I hear a cough in the background. Damn! Am I on loud speaker?
"Who's there, Louis?" I ask cautiously.
"Oh, just Harry"
"Can I talk to him?" i practically beg.
I hear a rustle before a croaky, "Hello?"
"Harry?"
"Taylor?"
"How are you?"
"Alright"
"Why aren't you eating?"
"Because... uh... I don't know. I'm depressed. I'm depressed because, uh... I guess we didn't have a proper good bye and I miss you. And I dodn't get to tell you I love You"
I was shocked. I took the phone off my ear and hung up. That's it.
I am packing my backs for London.
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