𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬

chapter 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 - home

"This isn't too bad," Taylor said, dumping down their suitcases in the corner of their new hotel suite. Emmalyn sighed heavily, letting the weight of the moment, and her heaving chest ground her.

The bed was huge and the pillows were fluffy, and Taylor's first plan was to destroy it. Not giving it second thought, the man practically threw himself onto the mattress and started scrabbling for the pillows.

Emmalyn stood with her hands in her hips and rolling her eyes at the man-child, "Acting like you've never seen a bed before?"

She walked over to the window after dropping her carryon onto the desk, looking out over the overcast Seattle skies from their balcony.

Taylor poked his head out from deep within a pillow to look at her, "Beds are nothing like this at 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, this is luxury," Burying himself back in and kicking his shoes off, he was completely unsuspecting when Emmalyn jumped right next to him.

"What are you saying about my bed? Hm?" Her eyebrows were raised, watching the idiot she called her boyfriend, who was slinging pillows in every direction before he appeared once again.

"Not your bed, just-," Taylor realised the hole he was digging for himself was getting even bigger, "Your bed is full of charm."

Smiling sweetly, Taylor hoped that his compliment would soften the blow, but it backfired. "Charm? That's the best you could do?" Emmalyn laughed, kicking off her own Docs, and getting more comfortable in beside Taylor, who was looking for a suitable reply.

"Uh, cosy. Your bed is cosy!" Taylor stammered, grinning impishly as he propped himself up on his elbow, looking up at Emmalyn, "Like warm, warm and... homey!"

"God you're really reaching now, aren't you?" She whacked him with a pillow playfully, then he grabbed her and rolled her over.

"Nope. But your bed is the best, do you know why?" Taylor asked, throwing the pillow he'd been hit with off the bed.

"Because I'm in it," Emmalyn explained, tossing her hair over her shoulder before sitting back up.

Taylor followed suit in sitting up, leaning back onto the headrest, looking at the view which Emmalyn had been admiring a moment ago. "Spot on," He snaked his arm around Emmalyn's shoulder and hugged her in.

"Damn right," Emmalyn exclaimed, leaning into Taylor's side and letting out a light sigh.

The rain softly pattered on the window, forming a puddle on the deck of the balcony; Emmalyn enjoyed watching the water patter into it. Seattle was common for rain, which Emmalyn didn't miss, but she did miss the feeling of watching the rain pour from inside her living room on an Autumn day.

"So, do you want to do anything today or just stay and listen to the weather?" Taylor said, his tone genuine even though the question sounded sarcastic in itself.

"I know a nice restaurant, if you wanted to take me out?" Emmalyn proposed, looking up into Taylor's eyes which were gleaming back at her.

"Anything you'd like, this is your turf now."

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The evenings in Seattle were dark, much to Taylor's surprise. California always had the most beautiful sunsets, slowly lowering the day into nighttime with an array of beautiful colours. However this town was the polar opposite. Constant grey skies, on and off misty rainfall, and when it gets dark, it's night time, no oranges or pinks to help you say goodbye to the day that's just passed. No wonder Emmalyn finds it depressing here, Taylor thought.