So do you love me? Taylor York Fanfic

• Chapter 5 •

Taylor's POV

"So, how did you two meet?" Hayley asks as Jeremy and I smash buttons whilst playing Call Of Duty. A smirk makes its way onto my lips as I look at Wednesday.

"Well," She begins, giving me a glare from what I guess to be me forcing her to tell them. "I wasn't looking where I was going and-"

"That's not true! I wasn't looking where I was going and tripped her up." I correct, keeping my eyes on the screen. Wednesday groans, obviously from irritation.

"It was actually me who wasn't paying attention." She argues. I shut up and let her have the final say since I'm in no position to focus on that whilst I'm against Jeremy.

"Are you two always bickering?" Hayley asks, laughing. The silence confirms her suspicions so she carries on. "What about? Surely there isn't much as you've guys known each other for less than two days."

"Oh, Taylor likes to tease me. That's one. He laughs at everything I do."

I scoff, groaning immediately afterwards as Jeremy kills me, again. I stand up and pass the remote controller to Wednesday so that she can play whilst I sit next to Hayley.

"Hayley, she's a bully." I pout, knowing Wednesday's about to protest. "She teases me." 

"Yeah, because you're a dork." She retorts, tensing up as she has Jeremy in her sights. She cheers after she kills Jeremy, who whines as he always wins these games.

The two of them soon become engrossed in their own conversation about the game so I turn my full attention to Hayley.

"How's your past week been?" I ask.

"Really good, Brian and I have been doing some final things for the company."

A smirk comes onto my face as I say, "Will you make a brown called Taylor? I think my hair colour is so different."

She snorts, covering her mouth as she laughs. My smirks turns into a grin at the sight of her enjoying my awful joke. Wednesday and Jeremy turn to us, him nudging her and saying something that makes her laugh.

"So, do you like Wednesday?"

She nods, smiling, and shifts in her seat. "Yeah, she's funny. And sweet."

"Good. How's Alf and Chad doing?" I ask, changing the subject as a sly smile forms on her lips. She gives me a look before gushing about the new collar Chad got for Alf on the weekend.

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Wednesday's POV

"Have you got everything?" Taylor asks, leaning against the front door. I nod as I slip my feet into my vans and tuck the laces in. I sling my backpack and tote bag on to my shoulders.

"Thank you for yesterday and today. I had fun, Tay." I say, smiling softly at him. He grins back and runs his fingers through his hair.

"Same. I really enjoyed your company."

I feel my cheeks warm so I look to the side and play with the straps of my small backpack. Taylor clears his throats and says, "Well, I'm holding you up."

I shake my head, approaching him as he opens the door. "Just got house work waiting for me."

"That doesn't sound nice; what do you have to do?"

"Unpack things and clean some more. Hopefully I'll do something else that's fun after."

"I hate unpacking, but I don't mind cleaning. It's kinda therapeutic."

I raise my eyebrows, surprised. "Same. People generally think I'm crazy if I tell them so." I sigh, biting the inside of my cheek as we come to stand in front of one another; I'm on the outside and he's on the inside.

"Thanks, again, Tay."

"No problem."

I reach up and hug him before pulling away and walking down the path to my car. I get in and start some music before driving, already knowing the directions back to mine after a day.

At home, I change into some yoga pants and tank top, ready to unpack the rest of my boxes that sit by my door, the last of them now delivered. After hauling everything I own to and fro, I finish up my apartment by wiping down surfaces, vacuuming and mopping.

I soon enjoy standing under the shower head, the water droplets washing away any grime on me. I finish shaving and step out, wrapping a towel round myself and go to my room to change.

I start my laptop up in the kitchen and make some pot noodles before calling Astraea.

"Hey, how's the new job?" I ask. She shrugs, sipping from her mug.

"Alright, I mean, the office and people are cool. It's a little different from my old job though."

"I would've have guessed that since it's a graphic design company." I say, rolling my eyes. She just flips me off before she stares at me, making me uncomfortable.

"I tried to call you yesterday - where were you?"

"Taylor's."

She chokes, an unintelligible noise escaping her mouth. She regains her composure and adjusts her screen. "Wednesday! No guy invites a person round for just a chat!"

"Shut up." I retort, shocked she would say such a thing. "He's a decent man, Astraea. And I definitely will not stand for anything other than that."

"Fine, just tell me what happened." I stab at my noodles after she persists. Shovelling the food into my mouth, I drag out the answer period as much as I can.

"We talked and I stayed round. I met Hayley and Jeremy as well! They're so nice and funny."

"I'm coming to La, whether you like it, or not. I need to be a part of this." She points at me, a grin on her lips. She checks her watch and groans. "I need to go - housework awaits me."

"Bye! I'll message you tomorrow."

•••
*A couple days later*

"Hayley, I'm buying it." I insist, taking the dress from her hands. She opens her mouth to protest but I send a glare, halting her efforts. "It will be my present as you've been so nice to me."

"But being nice is free; a dress isn't."

"Oh well, you'll have to take me to lunch sometime then." I tease, feeling the material of a blouse. Hayley comes up to me with a pair of trousers in hand and a smile on her lips as she holds it up to me.

"If this fits you, I'm getting it."

I roll my eyes and take it from her. I smile as we walk to the changing rooms. Hayley stops a few times to get a few more things to try on, and I give my input when she asks.