ink. (haylor)

iii. confusion

a/n:

oh, talvin.

#haylortrashforlife

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[Harry's POV]

I couldn't stop staring at her legs.

Jesus.

God only knows why she insisted on wearing those tiny shorts.

I mean, the view was spectacular, but I was genuinely interested in what she was talking about.She was so beautiful in the most effortless way. Like she had no idea of the effect she had on the rest of the world. It was a subtle glow of radiance that had to have come from the inside.

The entire time she and I sat on the counter and talked, the more I felt a connection with her.

And it scared me.

She spoke with such openness, like she was letting me hear the musings of her mind – unfiltered. And for the first time, in a long time, I was dreading having to end the conversation with her.

It was a strange, new sensation, because when she laughed I felt my knuckles tense up and my breath caught in my throat as I imagined never hearing it again. Every time she brought her eyes up to meet mine, I stopped in my tracks and almost forgot what I was about to say.

These days, very few of the conversations I had with women ever ventured out and made things deep inside of me stir. None of them almost knocked the breath out of me and left me slightly dizzy and I tried to formulate a coherent thought in response.

Taylor was one of those people who were pressing with their questions and had a follow-up question to everything. I resented people who were dull minded and had no desire to tug and pull at the corners of my mind and question why I turned out the way I did.

"So, Harry," she placed her long-empty cup down next to her and leaned back onto her arms that rested behind her, "What made you want to move to Tribeca?"

I exhaled slowly.

I didn't want to lie to her – why?

I'd just met her and yet I still felt this urge to own up to all the wrong I had ever done in my life and ask for her forgiveness, because she was such a genuinely nice person, and I just wanted her to soak into me and cleanse me and bring back my wide-eyed innocence and curiosity about the world.

I was scared she would immediately leave if she found out about my eminent engagement to some other woman. I don't know what it was about her that sent me into a panic in my head. It was like one of those scary dreams where you tried as hard as you could to try and catch something or someone, but no matter how much you wanted them, they kept escaping.

That was how it felt being around Taylor.

Somehow I felt like she would never truly be mine.

She was the girl of your dreams – the one you wanted more than you wanted oxygen in your lungs, but slipped out of your grasp every single time. She was the dream that turned into a desperate nightmare.

"Uh, it's closer to work and stuff," I forced out; glad it wasn't a complete lie.

"Harry, honey. That's a lie by omission," my mother's voice shouted in my head.

I ignored her.

"Holy hell – how is it almost 1am?" she gasped softly, yawning and twitching her lips upwards.