So do you love me? Taylor York Fanfic

• Chapter 4 •

My muscles tense as I wake up, my breathing becoming rapid as I sit up in bed. Where the fuck am I? Shit, shit, shit. I inhale sharply at the memory of earlier today. Oh God. This is utterly humiliating.

I timidly pull the sheets back and swing myself out, my dress now crumpled and ruined. With a frown, I go out of the room and see a door open - ah, a bathroom. I go in and go to the toilet before washing my hands and face.

I turn away from my reflection of under eye bags and red patches and dry my face. I attempt to fix my hair, I sigh so I just pull it into a suitable ponytail.

I leave the bathroom and enter into the darkness again, cursing as I hit my shoulder into a wall. I slowly descend the stairs, one hand on the wall to my right and the other holding the banister to keep myself from tumbling down the steps.

Wow, the only light is the furthest away from me. Perfect, Taylor, thanks a lot.

Entering the lounge, I see Taylor in the kitchen, his back towards me. As I approach him, a small smile reaches my lips at the sound of him singing a song under his breath. I clear my throat and he whips round, doe-eyed like a deer caught in headlights.

"Nice singing."

He coughs, a hand on the back of his neck. I catch the light blush on his cheeks. "You heard?"

"Yeah, it was nice." I crack a smile, a genuine one; his voice was soft and sweet, making my heart flutter a little - just a little.

He laughs, shaking his head as he turns back to the stove. I catch the smell of something sweet and spicy, my stomach grumbling quietly.

"My voice isn't nice. Anyway, how are you feeling?"

"Hey, don't try and change the subject, but I'll answer your question." I protest, a smirk on my lips as I realise he's a little embarrassed about the topic. "I'm fine. I'm actually gonna go, I've caused too much commotion already."

Taylor turns, brows furrowed and his mouth open to say something. He hesitates and closes his mouth again, a tight smile on his lips.

"Okay, um, just give me a second to say goodbye."

"What is it?" I ask, his odd reaction confusing me. Does this mean he doesn't like me? I should've guessed, abruptly feeling faint and sleeping round a strangers house would put anyone off.

Taylor bites his lip, looking down to the stove. My lips form an 'o' shape as I realise he made food for us. I inhale and sigh, "You didn't have to, Taylor."

"You need to eat because you were feeling faint and I didn't want to wake you until it was done." He explains quietly, turning the gas off and lifting the pan to the plates to my right.

"Thank you, Taylor, really." I walk over to him and watch his dish it up. "This looks really good, so good that I may have to stay."

He chuckles, passing me a plate of stir fry and cutlery. I give a small smile and follow him to the couches where I rest my plate on the armrest. As Taylor comes over with our drinks, I straighten my dress in a fidgeting manner.

"I'm sorry about today, Taylor." I apologise again, feeling awful. He chuckles, his eyes watching me in amusement.

"Stop saying sorry, you didn't ruin today." I'm about to protest but he sends a playful glare at me. "And call me Tay or T-Tay, whatever you want. I feel like you're telling me off every time you say Taylor."