So do you love me? Taylor York Fanfic

• Chapter 3 •

I step out of the shower and wrap a fluffy towel round myself, tucking it in so it stays on my body. I wash my face and apply moisturiser, my dry skin appreciating it very much. I then go to my room where I get changed into my new shirt dress and some long socks

I head to the kitchen to get a snack. I text Astraea to ask how her shift went since it's 6-ish in New York and only three here. I finish my granola bar and get a text from Taylor.

Are you still up for today?

I text back saying, Yeah, I'm ready to go if you are.

So like half an hour?

Sure. Text me the address and I'll be there.

I rush to the bathroom and quickly conceal problem areas, put blush on and then put brown eyebrow gel on. I do a dusty pink eyeshadow and some black eyeliner before finishing with mascara. I just blow dry my hair and leave it messy with some sea salt spray.

I take my phone with me and grab my small backpack from a hook by the door. Lacing my white vans up, I tuck my hair behind my ear and lock my apartment up. I skip down the steps and exit the building.

After unlocking my car, I start the engine and type Taylor's address into google maps. I shift gears and begin driving. My palms begin to become sweaty as I near his house, my stomach unsettled with nervousness.

You don't know him well. Don't open up until you know what he's like. For all you know it could happen again.

I pull up and sit in my lilac beetle for a couple minutes, deciding whether I should cancel or not. I sigh, rake my fingers through my hair and open the door. I step out with my things and lock the car as I walk up to his house uneasily.

I draw in a breath as I realise his house is a little more larger than I am usually accustomed to. I look round and see a few gnomes on the front porch, making me a little confused as to why a grown man would house such things.

The confusion fades away and I'm left utterly nervous as I knock on the door. Stepping back, I hold my arm and look away towards the palm tree in one of the neighbours gardens.

"Hi, Wednesday." He greets, his voice a little breathless. I turn round and smile, noticing his messy curls and warm eyes. I take note of his unruly hair and guess he was rushing before I came.

"Hey. Nice place you've got."

"Thanks." He steps back and allows me to pass through. I unlace my shoes and slide them off before placing them besides one of his own. I stand and see he's waiting for me with a small smirk, so I furrow my brows.

"You didn't have to take your shoes off."

"I don't want to make your house dirty." I say with a shrug. His hardwood floors are clean, the thought of treading on them with shoes makes me cringe.

He nods then begins walking past the set of oak stairs towards what I assume to be the living room. Once we've entered the room, I notice that the space is very open plan; his monochrome kitchen to the right and some large windows that showcase his backyard.

I stand in his living room as he heads to the kitchen across the space. I look round the space and feel a sense of homeliness.

"Do you want anything to drink? I have some sodas and juices."

"I'm fine with whatever you're having." I answer. That's the safest bet since I don't want to ask for something he doesn't have.