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When Taylor woke up, expecting to see the tanned face she’d grown used to over the months, seeing the pale face of her former lover was a shock she hadn’t expected. Taylor’s head ached from too many drinks last night, and only hurt more when she remembered the events of yesterday. While the only thing Taylor felt in this moment was a sense of dread and regret, Harry’s sleeping face had a slight smile on it. She shifted in bed, staring at the blank ceiling above them, and laid there with only the sound of her and Harry’s breathing, and her swirling thoughts. Harry stirred beside her, and her heart rate picked up. She understood at that moment that this was a mistake, but she and Taylor had already made their choices and there was nothing in that moment she could do about it. For a moment, her throat started to close up and her eyes burned, and she was sure she was about to cry, but she composed herself when she heard Harry say
“Morning” It was just a quiet murmur, muffled by his face being half in his pillow. Suddenly Taylor was back in 2013, in her first relationship with Harry. That entire year she was in a bad place, and being around Harry brought back bad memories. The regret of all of this was strong, and in that moment she needed to leave
“Harry I- “ She couldn’t even finish her sentence, because her throat was choking up and her vision was blurred with tears.
“Taylor? Is something wrong?” Harry called after her, but Taylor was already gone.
Taylor Lautner admits now that impulsively and immaturely leaving his fiancee for a man he had just met was not the best decision he had ever made. As well as cheating on the man he left his fiancee for. These past few days have been a string of bad decisions after bad decisions, and now Taylor has dug himself in a hole he cannot leave. That is why he is now standing next to an angry Adrien in a room with the echoes of what Dean had said.
“Tu te moques de moi en ce moment? Suis-je juste un accessoire pour toi ? J'allais bien être ton rebond de Taylor mais je ne suis pas d'accord pour être juste une affaire avec toi.” Taylor could never understand what Adrien was saying, and admittedly that was part of the charm. He regrets it though, in this moment, with Adrien screaming at him in a language that Taylor doesn’t understand.
“Nous sommes au-dessus de Taylor. J'en ai marre de ça, et j'en ai marre de toi. Nous ne nous remettrons jamais jamais ensemble.” With that, for the second time that day a man stormed out of the room, screaming at Taylor. Taylor couldn’t help it, and in that moment he let tears fall from his eyes. What was he thinking? Things were going great with Taylor. More than great but, when he saw Harry look at Taylor, he couldn’t help but feel a strong surge of jealousy. Taylor had assured him that even though she and Harry had dated in the past, there wasn’t anything between them, but then Harry was around everyday. And then there was the stares and the glances and the inside jokes and that just fueled Taylor’s jealousy. That jealousy led to anger, and that anger led to resentment. So, when Dean came along and looked at Taylor, and saw him, really saw him, he couldn’t help it when he found himself just a little intrigued. When Taylor’s fiancee was off flirting with her ex, his heart couldn’t help but flutter when Dean cared.
Dean was nice to him godammit. Dean laughed at his jokes and gave him his attention and looked at Taylor like he gave him the Sun. So Taylor doesn’t think he left Taylor out of malice or hatred, it was just a long, long journey of unspoken arguments and resentment
So he did it. He left his fiancee and love of his life for a man he barely knew. Dean was… different than Taylor had expected. He was more dirt and grit and then the happy go lucky Taylor had first perceived him as. For Taylor to go from dating Taylor to Dean, was a big adjustment. Taylor was all happy smiles and sunshine, while Dean was screaming and crying and kissing in the rain, and not in a good way. Taylor was already broken down from his relationship with Taylor, and he just couldn’t handle it. So, if he distracted himself with a fun, blonde, french man, who could blame him? But really, these were all just justifications and excuses for his actions, and there was no one to blame but himself.