In your arms (Tayvin)

Telling the world, Part 1

Set before the previous One shot. I'll try to order them once I've got more written.

The suns rays filtered round the edges of her curtains, causing Taylor to stir and yawn. She pulled her phone out from under the pillow; 6.30am. She groaned and snuggled back up, before realising she wasn't alone. She turned her head before smiling at the sight. Calvin was fast asleep next to her, gently snoring, and hugging the duvet.

She had met him at the Brits just over a month ago, and when they met, sparks started flying. They had been texting like teenagers over the past month, which quickly turned into daily facetime sessions, and they had met up in Nashville and the outskirts of LA for several private dates. They'd taken a lot of effort to make them private as Taylor didn't want the media to ruin this relationship before it had even started, and it had worked; the Paparazzi had no photos of them at all.

Last night, Calvin had come round to Taylors LA house, where they'd cooked dinner together and played initially a highly competitive game of scrabble whilst watching friends re runs. They'd cooked a vegetarian lasagne, and then baked some raspberry and white chocolate oat cookies to have for desert with some icecream Calvin had bought round. In the end, the scrabble game ended as a tie because Taylor kept getting distracted by the friends episode, having the need to clap happily when something cute happened, and demonstrate that she knew all of the lines of this particular episode (The one where everyone finds out) off by heart. This then subsequently distracted Calvin who loved her adorable dorky behaviour. He hadn't taken his eyes of her for the majority of the evening, her smile and sparking eyes trapping his attention. Taylor was super serious about the scrabble in the beginning, but then kept forgetting she was playing as the friends episode began. It had gotten late, and the scrabble game was long forgotten, and Taylor ended up curled up next to Calvin on the sofa, her head on his shoulder, both of them sleepily watching the Tv.

They'd had several glasses of wine, and Taylor had been a little tipsy, being a lightweight, but had now reached the sleepy stage. Her eyes kept fluttering shut as they lay on the couch, and Calvin looked down at one point to find her almost asleep on his side. He gently shook her awake, before lifting her up and carrying her up the stairs as she groaned at being woken. He reached her bedroom, and placed her on the bed, and took off her shoes. He pulled her jeans down, and lifted the jumper over her head, grabbing her pyjamas off the bed. Her 'pyjamas' ended up being a t-shirt of his that had somehow ended up in her house, causing him to laugh as he pulled it over her head. Once the top was on, her carefully unclasped her bra underneath the t-shirt, removing it, and then placed all her clothes onto the dresser.

He tucked her into the duvet, placing her glasses on the table before turning the light off and going to leave.

As he went to close the door, Taylor whispered "Stay" quietly, causing him to turn around to see if he'd heard right.

She smiled and patted the other side of the bed before closing her eyes again. He smiled; "I'll be back in a second Tay, just going to ring my driver".

She smiled, and he left the room. He quickly text his driver, and then placed the wine glasses and plates by the sink. He'd clean up tomorrow. He went round and turned all the lights off in the house, before climbing back upstairs to Taylors room. He slipped into the bathroom, and then crept into Taylors room again. He slipped his shoes and jeans off, before slipping into the bed beside her in his boxers and t-shirt. Taylor woke as she felt the bed dip, and snuggled into his side, as he wrapped his arms around her and they both fell asleep quickly.

Taylor grabbed her phone again, and took a picture of calvin, as she couldnt believe how cute he looked! She then rolled back into his side and fell back asleep. She woke again at half 8, and lifted Calvins arm off her, before creeping into the bathroom and then into the kitchen. She loaded the dishwasher with the pots from the night before, turned the coffee machine on and fed the cats. She then cut up some fruit and made breakfast consisting of Fruit, Yogurt and Toast, before making the coffees and carrying the tray back into her room. She didn't often have breakfast in bed, but then she didnt often have a man in her bed to go back to!