Collection of Haylor stories inspired by their songs.
Mostly angsty/sexy/damn we should not be doing this.
Thank you @SunnyMt2 for beta reading, being my inspiration to actually finish something and supporting me every step of the way.
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Summary: Taylor performs Slut! to Harry in a hotel room in the middle of the night.
"And if I'm gonna be drunk, Might as well be drunk in love," Taylor finishes, strumming her guitar with a final flourish before pulling it against her half-naked body, like an awkwardly shaped security blanket.
It's 3 am and they're holed up in a luxurious hotel suite. Or at least, it had been luxurious a few hours ago before they'd stumbled through the door, tripping over each other with excitement as they kissed passionately. And okay, yes, maybe there was some alcohol involved as well, but they were more drunk on the taste of each other's lips than anything else. Their discarded clothes lie in a haphazard trail from the door to the bed and the contents of Harry's overnight bag are everywhere since he'd thrown them carelessly around the room as he'd desperately searched for the condom he knew was at the bottom.
The lights are low and, now she's finished performing the latest song she's been working on for him, the room swells with silence. He's been quiet throughout her performance and she'd lost herself in the melody, focusing entirely on the strings of her guitar. Now she's back in the moment, she can't quite bring herself to look over to the bed he's lounging on.
Why is he not saying anything?
She shifts nervously in her chair and adjusts the guitar to cover her body slightly better. She's glad she insisted on putting her underwear back on before singing to him - much to his chagrin - but now she's wishing she'd slipped her dress back on. She feels utterly exposed.
Oh god, he hates it. Stupid Taylor! You know better than anyone...boys don't like having songs written about them...why would you show him this?
Her eyes glance in his direction. He's naked, a crumpled white sheet strewn across his lap leaving little to the imagination. He's leaning back on his hands and his muscles are taut, his smooth skin golden and patterned with inky black in the pale light. His hair is a tangled mess from where her fingers fisted in it earlier that night. He looks like a sex god and she can't help but feel arousal stirring once again as she looks at him.
He's so gorgeous she still can't believe he wants her.
Finally, she swallows and brings her eyes to his face. The heated look he's giving her steals her breath away.
"Harry?" she says, her voice barely more than a whisper.
She can see from his face that he's absolutely stunned. His mouth is gaping wide and the look in his eyes makes her shudder with desire. She doesn't think she's ever seen him look at her quite like that, so intense and hungry. He looks like he doesn't know whether to kiss her or devour her.
"Taylor I... I don't know what to say..." he whispers, his hand coming up to fist in his hair absentmindedly.
"Well say something..." she says, still nervous. "Do you like it?"
