Another Saturday Night-Taron Egerton (unedited)

Chapter Five

The front door swung forward before you could stop it, slamming against the wall behind it before making its way back to you, but with the carrier bags in your hands from your quick shop, you couldn't just reach forward to stop it from launching at you, so you had to let it hit against your arm. You hissed at the contact but pushed it open so that you were standing firmly in the hallway.

To the right was the door to the living room and straight away was the kitchen. You knew that Taron was in there as there was the gentle sound of him singing coming from that direction. That and the kitchen door was open giving you a perfect view of him dancing around the room with a dishcloth in one hand and a bottle of antibacterial spray in the other. A black cap sat tight on his head and a light grey long-sleeved t-shirt was taught against his body as he danced, his feet bare and slapping against the linoleum in the room.

"I got some money 'cause I just got paid," he sang along to Sam Cooke, shaking his hips with his knees bent as though he belonged to the 60s, shoulders shimmying at the same time as he used the kitchen floor as his dance floor. "Oh, how I wish I had some chick to talk to."

The very corners of your lips lifted in a giant grin, thankful that the tension that had been suffocating you for a while had finally disappeared. No longer did you feel suffocated in the house, longer did you use hushed whispers on the phone around him, no longer did you poke your head out of your bedroom door to see if he was up or not, and no longer were you scared to sit in the living room.

It had only been a couple of days since you'd both held one another in the living room with your sobs the only sound echoing through the room. You'd spent hours on end sobbing your apologies and holding onto one another tightly. In the end, you wound up with Taron's head in your lap as he curled up and held on to you with your fingers running through his hair.

Things had started to slip back into regular programming after that. Slowly but surely, things were moving forward. And you were so glad that you were back to normal. Taron offered to make you tea and breakfast when he was awake, he would walk next to you on your daily walks to the hill that overlooked the ocean, he moved his work into the living room and would sit and do your puzzle with you at the kitchen table after dinner.

"Am I not a chick now?" You called out to him, laughing as you squeezed your way through the doorway to find him looking at you, eyebrows raised as he continued to wiggle his body to the music. "And why the hell are you wearing a cap inside?"

"I dunno," he shrugged, taking the shopping bags from your hands so that he could start to disinfect the packaging, "I just felt like wearing a cap. Took a while today, didn't it?"

You hummed, spreading your hands in front of you and the contrast from the red of your fingers and palms and the colour of your arms freaked you slightly. Of course, you knew that the bags had been heavy as you had to fill the cupboards again but you hadn't realised just how heavy. Your knuckles were tight as you bent them and opened them again. Taron had already started to unpack them on the countertop but refused to stop talking.

"The line was horrendous," you replied after a while, rubbing your hands together clenching and releasing your fists to try and ease the pain in them. From where you stood you could perfectly see the back of Taron's head which had you furrowing your brows at him. "Taron...why isn't there a tuft of hair poking out from the back of your hat?"

His shoulders tensed as he stilled his actions from cleaning our food products, putting the cloth and spray down before spinning on his foot to face you, the screech of his skin on the tiled floor going through you and igniting goosebumps over your skin. The look he gave you was one you'd not seen in a while; his hand over his shoulder scratching the back of his head as he tried to think of the words needed to explain something.