A/N: THIS CHAPTER MIGHT CONTAINS THINGS THAT CAN EASILY TRIGGER SOME OF YOU. PLEASE, IF IT DOES, SKIP THIS CHAPTER <3

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Again, what are we fighting for? These days it seems like we're doing it just for fun. Taylor comes home from work late, stressed and tired, sometimes drunk, which I understand (at least I'm trying to), there's a lot of pressure on her. But she takes these things out on me. She screams and shouts at me, every single words of hers hurts me on a whole different level. I've never imagined things like this coming out of Taylor's mouth, especially didn't expect her to use these words against me.

Usually, I avoid fighting with her, there's no point in it. I could say or do anything, she would use my own words against me and somehow, I became the bad guy over and over again.

I hated fighting with her, I really did, I hated fighting in general. It scared me a lot. I came from a toxic family, from a family where violence and fights were normal. She knew that. Taylor knew I hated when she raised her voice at me and she was so understanding when it came to a misunderstanding between us.

But these days were different. I felt like I just didn't matter to her anymore. I felt like she would rather be with anybody else but me. These thoughts were eating me up alive and I made a huge mistake. I decided to talk to her about it.

She was standing in front of me in the kitchen, her hands placed on the counter. Her heavy breathing filled the quite room. I just stood there and waited for her to say something. Anything.

"You can't be fucking serious, Y/N" she looked deep in to my eyes and pushed herself away from the counter, taking a few steps closer to me. I flinched.

"I am, Taylor. It's out of control. You come home late every night, you don't even talk to me, or if you do, it's mostly because you're in the mood for a big fight or you need someone to take out the stress on. I'm sorry but it's true, and you know that" I sighed.

"You're being ridiculous" she let out a chuckle. I knew she's getting mad.

"Oh am I?" I raised my voice at her. It was something I usually don't do, but it was too much to handle at this point.

"You know what? I don't even know why you're still with me. If it's such torture for you to be in this relationship, just leave!" she said with a serious tone.

"Is that what you really want? Alright, you don't have to ask me twice. I've had enough of this. I've had enough of you" now, I was the one shouting at her.

She threw her hands up in defense. I flinched at her action for the second time. I thought she's about the hit me. She didn't seem to notice. She kept on arguing.

"You've had enough of me? Oh, come on! Do you think I'm enjoying coming home from work to you? Especially, when you're acting like a jealous bitch?! Well, let me be clear, I don't. Not mentioning these pointless arguments that you cause all the damn time. I just don't have the energy to do it anymore" she was irritated, I could feel it.

She tangled her hand into her hair and again, I flinched at the movement. And again, she didn't notice.

I never wanted us, our relationship to turn out like this. My parents were the same. My dad got aggressive when he was tired, drunk or high from all the drugs he had. My mom couldn't take it. She wanted to talk about her feeling with him, but she ended up in the hospital, and my dad ended up in jail.

Of course, there were times when my dad hit my mom but that night was different. He not just hit my mother. He beated her, he chocked her, he used all of his strength to make her feel worthless and pathetic. And she did. It took her years to overcome this trauma.

She always was so worried about me when it came to dating, but when I met Taylor, she changed. She loved Taylor with her whole heart, so did I. Both my mom and I knew that she was perfect for me and she could never hurt me. Not physically, at least. But now, at this moment, I was genuinely scared that she would.

I felt my knees go weak and I couldn't catch up with my breathing. She didn't seem to realize. She stepped closer to me and I started backing up.

"So you want a breakup? Go! Good luck finding someone who would sacrifice everything just to deal with your needs" she took two more steps closer.

That was it. I couldn't deal with this fight anymore. I hated if Taylor saw me cry, but I didn't care. I sat down on the floor, pulled my knees up to my chest and let the tears stream down on my face. My breathing was out of control, my body was shaking and all I needed was Taylor to hold me close to her.

She just stood there in silent, she didn't say a word. She took two or three deep breaths, calming herself down a little. She knelt down next to me and gently put her right hand on my back, slightly stroking it.

"Shh, it's okay. You're fine. I'm here. I didn't mean to raise my voice at you and said those things. You know I didn't mean them" and even tho I did know, I was mad. I couldn't forgive her this easily. Not again.

"I'll go upstairs, so we can talk about this in the morning" I sighed. All I wanted to do was to be away from her and cry myself to sleep, so I got up from the floor, wiped my cheeks and headed upstairs to our guest room. Maybe we could talk about it in the morning, when both of our nerves calm down a bit.

We did not talk about it in the morning. Not even two days later. It was the 5th day we haven't talked with each other.

I felt nothing. I was just laying on the bed in the guest room. Next to me was a bag that I packed up last night. I wanted to leave this house and I wanted to leave her, but I couldn't. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't.

I was still mad at her, how could I not be?! She treated me like shit. I've had enough. But I loved her. I loved her oh so much.

A knock on the room's door pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Go away" I said, didn't even raise my voice, I knew she heard me.

She didn't care, though. She entered the room with an apologetic, innocent look on her face.

"Get out" my voice was oblivious.

"Y/N, we need to talk" Taylor whispered, not trusting her voice.

"Oh, so now you wanna talk? Guess what, Taylor. I don't wanna talk to you. I don't even wanna look at you. I don't think I wanna see you ever again" I was harsh but she deserved it.

"Give me a chance to explain my side of the things, please" she pleaded.

"I can see everything perfectly clearly. You don't wanna be with me anymore. You've made it obvious the other day. Okay. You don't have to. I'd rather be alone than be in a relationship where I feel unwanted" my tears slowly started rolling down my cheeks. If I wanted to be honest, I couldn't imagine my life without Taylor.

"That's not true, Y/N. I want you, I want to be with you and you have every right to be angry with me.."

"I didn't ask for your permission."

"I know. Look, these past days or weeks weren't the best, I admit. But I've never wanted to take the stress and all that out on you and I'm deeply sorry about that."

"You're such a liar" I scoffed.

"Listen, I know I was a bad girlfriend lately, but it was because I usually feel that you could do so much better than me, someone who's understanding, never fights with you, loving, caring and spends every minute with you. I wanted you to have a perfect relationship and ours seemed to be so far from perfect lately. I felt like it's just a burden for both of us."

"So, you pushed me away and wanted me to become someone else's problem?"

She did not say a word, she just looked down at her feet and took a deep breath. Her eyes were filled with tears.

"Well, guess what!? I'm not your problem anymore, Taylor. You can go back to your perfect life, the life where you don't need a relationship that is a burden, a life where you can go out and get drunk anytime you want, a life where you don't have to be responsible for others, just yourself. I'm not stopping you. You can go back to your fake friends, you can get into shitty relationships with people you're not even in love with, and you can be as exquisitely empty as you would like because I will never make you feel anything again. Without me..." I stopped and picked up my bag from the floor, putting it on my right shoulder, ready to leave.

"What?"

"Without me, I don't think you would know how to have feelings" I breathed out.

"Okay" she turned around and headed straight out of the room.

"Shut the door on your way out."

Suddenly, she stopped and turned around to face me. She walked as close to me as she could and held both of my hands in hers. Oh how much I missed and craved her touch.

"You're right" she said and smiled a little at me.

"Right about what?" I asked confused.

"The only time I feel things is when I am with you, Y/N. I wanted to shut you out because I wanted to escape what I was feeling, I got really scared 'caused I've never really been in a relationship this long where I felt like I could fall in love every day, again and again. But with you, I did. And it was just so scary that I could depend on a person, on a girl this much. I understand if you want to leave me, I treated you so badly these past few weeks. But trust me, I would do different if I could. I would take back everything I've said to you. You have to believe me when I say I would. You're the most important thing in my life, I love you so much and I couldn't imagine my life without you. I know I should've been honest with you from the beginning but I'm not used to the feeling that I have someone and I don't have to deal with everything alone. I just, I love you so much and the last thing I want is you to leave me. Please, don't leave me. Promise me you won't leave" she was a mess. She was crying. Hard. She was on her knees in front of me, pleading.

I couldn't take it any longer. I wasn't even mad anymore. Seeing her like this was something I've never wanted to experience. I knelt down next to her and pulled her in a much needed hug. In a hug that neither of us felt in a while.

"I'm not leaving you, Taylor. I love you too much to do that. But you have to promise me that you will talk to me whenever a thought like this crosses your mind. A good relationship also means good communication. Even if it's hard, you have to try, okay? So we can deal with the things the right way, without shouting, panic attacks and break up threats" I giggled.

"I promise. Of course I promise" she cracked a smile and slowly leaned in for a kiss.

She was unsure at first, she didn't want to rush anything, she knew exactly that I needed some time to be able to trust her again. But I wanted to kiss her, it was all I've wanted. So, I reciprocated it without thinking. I missed her lips on mine, I missed her touch, her hugs.

This past few weeks really showed us how strong our relationship is, and from now on, it just gets better.

(A/N: I started a Hailee Steinfeld Imagines, so if you're interested, check it out :) Also, I'm taking requests, loves, so feel free to message me or leave a comment here ‹3)