Chapter 13:
**Narrative POV**
The show in Atlanta was finally over and the tour bus had taken off back to Tennessee ago. It wasn’t long before the driver pulled up to Taylor and Hayley’s home.
Sighing, Hayley jumped off the bunk and picked up her carryon bag.
Taylor rose himself from the couch and pulled his back pack on.
“See you man.” He pulled Jeremy into a hug.
“I’ll call you guys over for dinner as soon as Kat lands back from England.”
He nodded. Hayley quickly came out and embraced Jeremy into a big hug.
“Bye Jerm. Tell Kat to call me. I miss her.” She pouted.
Jeremy chuckled, and nodded. “I will.”
By the time Hayley ended her farewells to the rest of the guys, Taylor was already making his way up the stairs to their front door.
Worried that he might step the wrong way and injury himself, she rushed to his side and helped him finish climbing those three steps.
“Thanks.” He said monotone as he unlocked the front door and struggled his way in.
Hayley sighed deeply before closing the door behind her.
“Are we not even going to talk about this?” Hayley said as Taylor threw himself onto the couch.
He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
“Can we talk about it tomorrow? I’m just tired. And I smell.” He sighed. “I just want to sleep today off.”
“Yeah, whatever.” She said under her breath as she rushed up the stairs to their room.
Hayley sat at her bed for what felt like hours. She began to chop down on her nails. Her leg shaking. Her nervous through the roof.
She was expecting Taylor to struggle his way up the stairs.
But he didn’t come.
In a moment of desperation and frustration, she began to cry while she rose from the bed. Her pacing the bedroom only made her feel even worst for hiding something so big from Taylor.
Finally, she decided what she needed to do. She walked into her walk in closet and began to pack an overnight bag.
“What are you doing?” Taylor’s voice softly cut the silence of the room.
Startled, she jolted up and quickly wiped away her tears.
“Look,” she breathed in deeply, “Clearly you’re mad at me and want nothing to do with me. So I just thought that going to Franklin for a night or two…”
“You want to leave?” He cut her off. She nodded. “You seriously think that is the best thing to do at a time like this.”
She stared, “I don’t know Taylor. Maybe it is.”
He shook his head. “It isn’t.”
“Then what do we do?” She let another tear trail her cheekbone and die in her lips.
Taylor threw his head against the door and sighed deeply. “I don’t know, but I don’t want you to go. I don’t want us to run from our problems, not again.”
Hayley looked up and gave him a small smile.
TO which he returned.
“Come,” he extended his hand out to her.
Without a doubt, she took it and let him slowly lead her to the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” She giggled.
“I think we just need to relax.”
Hayley nodded. “Agree, but how?”
“How about a bath?” He suggested.
She eagerly nodded. “I’ll fetch the candles.”
Taylor chuckled as she rushed to the cabinet under the bathroom sink.
**
The water was perfect temperature, the candles left an aroma of vanilla in the air, and music dancing in the airwaves, bubbles covered his body up to his chest.
He sighed awaiting Hayley to come in and join him.
It wasn’t long before she walked into the room wearing nothing but a robe to cover her nude body.
He smirked as Hayley giggled and dropped the robe to her ankles.
She walked her way over to the tub and carefully climbed in.
Her head resting on his shoulder, her body pressed against his torso, his hands caressing her arms, and small kisses were placed on her neck.
“I’m sorry.” Hayley broke the silence. “I shouldn’t have hid that from you.”
Taylor sighed. “Babe, never think that you can’t tell me something. We made a vow to be honest with one another.”
She nodded and turned her body to face him. “I know. I feel horrible for it. I swear T, I never meant to hurt you in any way.”
“Then why do it?” He moved a piece of hair out of her eyes.
“I don’t know.” She looked down in disappointment. “I was being stupid and I thought that maybe we could be friends.”
“How did that go?” He looked deeply into her eyes.
“Not so good. He wanted me to leave you. But I kicked him off set.”
“Good.” He smiled. “Now, was that so bad?”
“No. It actually feels good to get that off my chest.” She smiled and leaned down to kiss him.
“Honest Hayles,” he pulled away. “That’s all I want from us.”
“You got it.” She turned her body and wrapped his arms around her torso. “I also broke the vase in the living room not Bill.” She giggled.
“Hey!” He squeezed her. “You little punk.” He chuckled.
The laughing quite down.
“You know,” Hayley began. “Sometimes I feel like I like to you when I say ‘I love you.’”
“Why is that?” He breathed into her neck.
“Because this isn’t just love anymore.” He giggled and duh his face into her neck. “It sometimes feels like I have died when I wake up and you’re not there.” She sighed and rubbed his arms. “It’s so much more than distance and fights. So much more than pain and nostalgia. It’s being able to kiss you ever night. Have your hands make me fall in love with you all over again. And have what we have grows each and every day. Because we,” she pulled away and kissed his hand. “We are so much more than simple love.”
Taylor smiled to himself, “I believe that we are something more too because I can get so easily lost in your eyes. Anytime I’m with you, I just forge what fear is.” He bite down his bottom lip. “You’re my soulmate and best friend, my moonlight in a dark sky, my sun, my life. I will give anything for you, the blood in my veins if I have to.” Hayley’s eyes became watery. “With you,” he sighed, “there is no end in sight. And time,” interlocked their hands, “well, time is everlasting.”
** AN: SOOOOO…. Hope you guys like this. I just love to write fluff because well, I’m happy and I want them to be happy too. And of course I want you all to be the happiest ever!**
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