His Girl (A Taylor Caniff FanFic)

Chapter 29

Beep.

Shut up.

Beep.

Beep.

Holy fucking shit, my alarm clock isn't as annoying as this.

Beep.

My eyes flung open in annoyance. I was blinded my a bright white light. The smell of antiseptic filled my nose, burning my smell receptors. As my eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting, I took in my surroundings.

Needles ran from my arms to numerous bags and machines that surrounded me. Everything was white. The walls, the machines, my robe, the sheets. I turned my head to the side, hoping I could bring some sense to all this.

A dark haired boy was sleeping in the chair beside me, his head resting on the pillow next to me. His clothes were rumpled and dark bags hung under his eyes.

Taylor. I turned to the other side, averting my eyes from his gorgeous face. I ached to touch him, to say yes . . . t-to tell him I'm okay. This is what you were afraid of. But it's what I want. I knew now why I didn't want to see him, why I went crazy. I thought I knew my decision was right and I knew that if I saw him, I would break.

He shifted next to me, his head resting on my shoulder. I turned to face him, our faces inches apart. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled sleepily at me. I smiled back, my muscles twitching from the work. "B-Brooklyn?"

"Hi, Tay." His eyes widened and he roughly wrapped his arms around my frail body. He nestled his head into the crook of my neck. I sighed and wrapped my hands around his neck, tangling my hands in his disheveled hair. The feel of his body against mine was enough to break me down into tears. "Hi."

He pulled away all too soon. "T-They said you m-might not wake up. You hit your head pretty hard." Tears gleamed in his eyes. "I-I'm so happy you're up."

I sniffled. "I'm so sorry I put you through all this . . . I'm the worst person ever."

"No you're not." Taylor rubbed my shoulders and I burst into tears again.

"Yes I am. I said no to your proposal - which I know now was a mistake - and I made you go through thinking I wasn't going to wake up." He pulled me into his chest and I cried harder, my tears staining the front of his shirt.

"You made some mistakes." He whispered into my hair. "All that matters is that you're okay. We can always start over again."

"I don't want to start over." I whispered, my lips brushing the soft skin of his neck.

"W-What?" He held me at arms length, his eyes scrutinizing me.

"I want to marry you. I just . . . my parents got married young and they got divorced 5 years after me and Bailey were born. I promised myself that if I ever got married I needed to be sure about everything. I said no because the only thing I wasn't sure about was the little things that we probably would've figured out - I'm ranting aren't I?"

Taylor chuckled. "I missed you."

"I know. I'm so fabulous that you couldn't last a day without me." I smirked at him.

Taylor grinned, scratching the back of his head. "Well, I lasted a day. It was more like weeks, though."

My smirked died on my lips and I frowned. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry Tay. I honestly didn't know how long I was out for." I reached for his hand, entwining my fingers with his.

"I just ruined the moment, didn't I?" He squeezed my hand.

I rolled my eyes. "I don't think snarky commentary can qualify as a 'moment.'"

"Shut up." Taylor's thumb strokes the inside of my wrist absentmindedly before he pulled away. Even the slightest touch from him made me breathless. I sighed, falling back onto my thin pillows and closing my eyes.

"Brooklyn?"

I opened my eyes. "Yeah?"

"W-Why didn't you want to see me?"

"I-I . . . " my voice caught in my throat. I swallowed hard. "I thought that I had made the right choice . . . and I knew that if I saw you I would change my mind."

Pain contoured his features. "Why would t-that be a bad thing?"

"I wasn't sure a-about was the little things." He nodded in understanding, but I could see the confusion in his eyes. He flopped down next to me. The only thing that held us together was our intertwined fingers.

As we sat in silence, I realized; the only thing that was keeping me sane was his touch.