Chapter 26:
Taylor Swift

"Ba-Babe?"

Harry shook his head, trying to make his vision clear. Shit. This is real. This isn't a dream. No, this is very real.

That girl. . . the girl lying on the bed with lots of medical equipment really resembled Babe. No not Majorie, but his Babe.

"You've entered the wrong room, Harry."

Harry's attention was distracted by the voice. Harry turned to find Jason walking toward him, arms folded over his chest. Harry looked back at the girl in bed in disbelief.

"Jas, I want you―"

Before Harry had had time to continue with his sentence, Jason cut in quickly. “She looks too much like Majorie, right? Their only difference is the hair color. Majorie has brown hair and she has blonde hair, since birth."

Harry held his breath. This girl. . . actually has blonde hair? So, she's not Majorie? No, I'm being stupid. I even witnessed Majorie's funeral procession firsthand.

Jason sighed and walked closer to the bed. The young man revealed the strands of hair stuck to the girl's smooth cheeks, very gently. “Her eyes is also different. Majorie has brownish, golden eyes. Meanwhile she has blue irises, like the sky. But I don't know if it's still as bright as the sky. " Jason sighed again.

Harry shook his head. Babe. . .

Jason's gaze turned to Harry. The young man smiled faintly before continuing to say, "The last time I looked into her eyes was nearly six months ago, before they finally closed and haven't opened until now." Harry was taken aback. His gaze turned back to the girl.

"W-What happened to her?"

"It was an accident. The car that her boyfriend was driving broke down in the middle of the road and at the same time, a fast moving truck hit the car. At least that's what the video shows from the CCTV on that street." Jason explained as he looked up before lowering his head. "I don't understand. They said that her boyfriend who was driving the car wasn't seriously injured. He only has minor scratches by the broken glass. While her. . . she's unconscious until now. Physically, there are no significant wounds on her body."

"H-How is that possible?"

Jason shook his head. "I don't know. The doctor only stated that she's in a coma, without explaining what problem she has. As of now, she's still on the defensive, showing no signs of getting up or not."

Harry glanced back at the girl sympathetically. That girl really is a duplicate of Babe. Perhaps the difference is, Babe isn't real and she's real. But at the same time, Babe lived while that girl. . . Harry don't know but she's still between life and death.

"A few months ago, the doctor gave up and said that she would only last as long as the medical equipment was attached to his body. Mom doesn't want her to die. Mom insisted that the Doctor should continue to handle her, until she wakes up. But everything is still in vain." Jason went on and there was sadness in his tone.

"I gave it up. If she has to go, if she has to join Majorie and Oliver, I understand. I just. . . I don't want the medical equipment to prevent her from flying as high and as free as possible. I don't want her to suffer anymore."

Jason bit his lower lip. Slowly but surely, the young man's eyes were watering. Jason tried desperately to hold back the tears and Harry could see them clearly. Jason must. . . really love this girl.

"She's is my sister, who always stood up for me, when I was cornered. She was always there to hear all of my complaints, problems and doubts. She was the one who always. . . always believed in me. I really love her. She's the one who made me last all this time."

The tears could no longer be held back. Jason lowered his head and sobbed. Harry rubbed Jason's shoulder repeatedly, trying to make Jason feel better even though, it didn't really work.

Jason looked down at the girl. The young man held his breath and said, "I know when you wake up, you'll definitely laugh at my current state. And I know  you've probably heard this many times, but love you, T. Please get better soon. . . because you have to."

Jason kissed the girl on the forehead for a long moment, before stepping away and chuckling, wiping the tears that had fallen down his cheeks.

"Don't tell Giselle about this, Harry. She'll just laugh at me."

Harry smiled faintly, not knowing what to say. His eyes were still focused on the beautiful girl, who was in between life and death. "Her name is Taylor. Taylor Alison Swift. I don't understand why, but she hates being called Taylor the most. Only family can call her Taylor. She prefers to be called T or Alison "

Jason chuckled. "Isn't that strange? But that's it." Jason continued and Harry didn't respond to anything.

Jason grabbed Harry's arm. "Hey, I know you must be tired. Your room is right next to this room. Earlier, Dad asked me to follow you. He said that he told you the wrong room. Your room should be at the third door to the left of the stairs."

Harry nodded and smiled forcefully. "Oh okay, I understand."

Then, Harry followed Jason's footsteps out of this room. Before actually leaving, Harry had took the time to look back at the girl on the bed, with a very thin smile on his lips.

I don't know you, but get better soon, T or maybe someday. . . you will let me call you babe?

━━

Meow

Harry turned around, trying to cover his ears with a pillow. Harry tried to fall asleep but the cat's voice and constant 'meowing' bothers him a lot. To Harry's knowledge, Harry didn't even see any cat in this house. So where is that sound coming from?

Meow

Harry had enough, he immediately got out of bed and walked to open the door. Harry peeked through the bedroom door and lifted his gaze. Finally, Harry's gaze caught a cat with pure white fur that seemed to continue to meow loudly, sitting quietly in front of the bedroom door, beside the door to Harry's room.

It's Taylor's room.

Harry was just about to approach the cat when Jason came out of his room, his eyes halfway closed. The young man opened his eyes slowly before grabbing the white cat into his arms. Jason noticed Harry's presence and smiled faintly.

"I'm sorry. Olivia is always noisy every night. Maybe she misses the owner." In Jason's arms, the cat seemed calm and stopped meowing. Jason stroked the top of the spoiled cat's head.

"Olivia is T's pet cat. Actually, there's still one more cat, but Mom left her to my grandmother's house." Jason explained.

Harry nodded before staring at the white furry cat. Wait. Did the cat just stare at me?

Jason smiled faintly. “Usually, if Olivia started meowing right in front of T's room, the next morning, Mom would tell her if T visited and comes into her dream. Maybe it's a sign."

"I'll take Olivia to my room. Sorry for disturbing your sleep. Good night and sleep well, Harry. I'll show you around tomorrow. We still have five days before we return to London."

Then, Jason returned to enter his room. Leaving Harry, who was still processing every sentence Jason said carefully.

Why do I suddenly have goosebumps?