His Girl (A Taylor Caniff FanFic)

Chapter 12

Once the show was over, I lingered in the venue. The hotel janitors were already cleaning up, as I was the last girl left.

"Brooklyn?" Taylor walked into the venue, looking around for me. I walked up to him, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. Taylor smiled and waited for me to walk up to him.

"So, what do you wanna talk about?" I asked, looking away from Taylor's gaze.

"Uh, let's go on the roof. It's a little more private." I nodded and followed Taylor out of the venue, up some stairs and eventually onto the roof. A warm nighttime breeze welcomed us as we opened the door. The wind picked up as we stepped outside and I pulled my hair into a ponytail.

It was dark out so I didn't see where Taylor was going at first, but finally I saw him. He leaned against the railing, looking out onto the city. I watched him for a while, before walking over to him and stopping a few feet behind.

I cleared my throat and I pulled on my ponytail. "So, what's up?"

Taylor turned to me. "For a second, I thought you had left me on the way up here."

"I guess you were wrong than," Taylor chuckled and patted the rail next to him in invitation. I hesitated walking over and wrapped both of my hands on the cold railing. I invested all my energy into focusing on the view of the city, instead of the guy next to me. New York was sparkling. The skyscrapers were lit up, blocking out the dark of the night.

"Pretty beautiful, isn't it." Taylor asked, my voice soft and quiet. It seemed like he was talking to himself more than me.

"It's a great view," I said and Taylor turned towards me. He inched his hand closer to mine, our pinkies touching.

"Taylor, I thought we were. . ."

"I, uh got you a late birthday present." He reached behind him and handed me a white gift bag with 'Happy Birthday' written in script on the front. I took it from him and opened it up. Inside there was a t-shirt with 'Brooklyn' written on the front.

"Thanks, Taylor." I pulled the shirt out of the bag, admiring the intricate writing.

"Turn it over." I obliged, flipping the shirt over and holding it out in front of me. On the back of the t-shirt there were signatures. When I looked closely, I recognized the signatures as the ones of the whole Yankees team.

"How'd you. . ."

"I pulled some strings." I smiled and leaned in to hug Taylor.

"I-I don't know what to say!" Taylor pulled away from me.

"Then don't say anything." He leaned in, cupping my cheek. The air between us became charged with electricity. Taylor closed the distance and enveloped my lips in his. The kiss was soft and tentative, as if Taylor didn't know I would want to kiss him. I pulled away and placed my hand on his chest, almost like a shield.

"I can't do this Taylor." I stepped away form him and avoided his gaze.

"Why not? Taylor reached out and grasped my wrist. I slid my hand out of his feeble grip.

"You're famous and I'm just a girl from Mamaroneck. You live in Indiana and I'm just a girl from Mamaroneck." Tears were streaming down my face now and Taylor's eyes were welling up with tears also. "Even when you come back from your tours, we won't see each other. You'll probably want to be with your family in Indiana."

"We could find a way, Brooklyn." Taylor's voice cracked and a tear slid down his cheek.

"How, Taylor? How would you date a no-name from Mamaroneck, New York?" Taylor scowled.

"Stop saying that you're just Brooklyn from Mamaroneck. You are so much more. You're funny, sweet, breathtaking, and you're well. . .you."

"How'd you get that from just a couple of days? You don't know me Taylor! You only know the me w-who went on a road trip for her sister!" Taylor reached out to me.

"Brooklyn, please." I choked back a sob.

"I can't, Taylor. I'm so sorry." I turned away and began walking back down the stairs. Taylor gripped my wrist again.

"Just don't go, Brooklyn." I sighed and walked back up the stairs.

"Taylor,"

"Please," I wiped my eyes and stepped closer to Taylor. Taylor cupped my tear stained cheek. He leaned and kissed me hard, like he thought his lips against mine could convince me to stay. All of the pain and anger Taylor felt, he poured into the kiss. I pulled away, and gently slipped my wrist out of Taylor's grasp.

"Goodbye Taylor." I walked away from him, tears streaming down my face once again.

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A/N: I'm so proud of myself. Two chapters in one day!

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