So my friend suggest that I should re-write my favorite fanfic to get rid of the writer block. So here it is, it’s called Home.
and it’s Haylor.
Dear, Taylor.
Remember when we break the rules.
Remember when we defy gravity.
Remember when I said that we could be just friends and everything will be fine. I’ll just be myself with you.
This is where I don’t need to hide, this is where I always find myself. Back here on your porch and stare at your front door; hoping that you would open it because you’re leaving. You didn’t expect me to be here, to stand here in the middle the night and while for you outside your front door. You keep asking me whether something was wrong and I keep reassuring you that everything was fine. This is one of the things that I like about you, how you always care for others more than you care about yourself and people took advantage of it. It become your biggest weakness.
Maybe this is why I trust you; I feel like I could tell you everything. Every secrets that I kept buried, every single wounds from the past that I kept away from everyone. Caring was one of my weakness too.
I remembered how we spent the whole night talking, just you and me talking about life while we lay there on your bed. It makes me feel like home somehow. You make me feel like I’m safe and at home. Your eyes became heavy as you try to stay awake and listened to my stories, it makes me realized how much you cared about me. I stayed awake that night to watch you sleep, you don’t know how beautiful you are while you were sleeping. You don’t look like you were carrying the weight of the world on your shoulder, how your breath were constant and how you look like you have found peace somewhere in the outer space. That was when I knew I was falling for you.
Falling for your deep blue eyes that seems to change a dew shade lighter whenever winter rolls around. For your blonde hair that cascade down the side of your neck and the way you tugged it behind your ear. That’s when I know I was wrong since the start; we can’t be friends but I wasn’t brave enough to tell you how I feel because I was scare that I would loose you. My best friend, my everything. That was went I loose you to someone else.
The moment you told me you were with someone else, you told me as we lay on the same bed four months later. You told me he was everything you ever wanted and I kept telling you that I was happy for you. Deep down inside, it wasn’t like that at all. You have no idea how hard it was to get all those words out pass the lump in my throat. Knowing that I have loose you to someone else, somebody else that’s not me.
The first time I met him, I was lingering on your front porch late at night and rehearsing my speech in my head. I was going to convince you that I’m the one you should be with, I’m the one that’s going to give you everything you deserved but he threw the door opened and I was stunned. He told me you weren’t home, he was nice enough to invite me inside so I could wait but I said no. As I step away rom the front porch, I look at the place and swear to myself that it would be the last time I came here. I promised myself that I won’t come back again because the thought of you and him, cuddling on the bed where we used to lay and talk for hours, the thought of him watching you sleep instead of me was too overwhelming for me.
This was the place where I once found comfort and peace, the place where I could be myself with you. The place where I don’t have to put on the mask where I created to hide myself from the world; I could be me with you. This place felt like home to me.
My heart was broken once again when I received that phone call from you. It was months later and I had already forgot what it’s like to lay next to you in bed. You told me he wasn’t the person you thought he would be, you told me about how he left you in the cold. I remembered holding you that night, you were crying your heart out and I kept telling you that he doesn’t worth you tears. That was when I told you how I felt about you, I told you that I love you for the first time, on the same bed where we shared our secrets and fears. The same bed where my heart was broken when you told me about him and the same bed where we fell in love.
Taylor, as long as we’re together, there’s nowhere else I would want to call home. You’re my home. As long as you’re by my side, I will always feels like home with you. No matter where I am, I will always find my way back to you, to the place where I felt safe and secure.
I love you and I’m coming home.
Yours until the end of time.
Harry.
PS: Your scarf is still safe with me and I miss you more and more.
She fold the letters and put it back into the envelope as she smile through the tears. The letters were from Paris, she let out a sigh before looking out the window to the blue sky above her; she’s imagine him sitting on a park bench somewhere, writing her another letter with her scarf tided around his neck. She wish he’s here with her because home doesn’t feel like home when he’s not around. After all, he’s her home too.
Could you separate the Kaylor from the Haylor? I love both but sometimes it's a little hard to find the one I want to read about. Also, I really love your writing!!!
Yes!! I did it.
You can go to this link for Kaylor and this link for Haylor :)
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