ink. (haylor)

xxi. roses

       

a/n:

apologies for my absence from this particular story - school was getting ridiculous.

i have a bit of news - as you might have realised, this story is almost over (in fact, this is the penultimate (second to last) chapter) and so with that i've started a new fanfic

i double updated tonight :)

it's already up

and i'm co-writing with my little marshmallow @its_buzzcut_season who makes me a better person everyday :) we came up with the idea in our maths class and we're pretty in deep already.

go check it out

it might be time to say goodbye to Ink.

-kay

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[Taylor's POV]

Being a full time CEO had taken a toll on Harry. More and more often, he came home too tired to even watch TV with me in bed or spend any time together. He would softly open the front door and make his way to our bedroom and smile at me sitting up in bed and I would watch him put down his bag, undo his tie and place a kiss on my cheek before taking a shower and collapsing in bed next to me, smelling clean.

I knew there was a major deal he was working on, and he was only working himself so hard because he wanted to honour his father's hard work in establishing a company like the one Styles Incorporated was, but it was seriously putting a strain on our relationship.

Obviously I still loved him – so much that it hurt to think about it sometimes – but I couldn't recall a single time in the past two weeks when we'd been together for more than a solid hour.

For the third consecutive night, Harry had collapsed on the other side of the bed, mumbling his apologies at missing dinner and pulled me close – his hair smelled like my shampoo.

"You're a thief," I told him, pressing my nose against his and feeling more loved than I had in the past week.

"Mine ran out. I just borrowed it," he grinned and tightened his hold around me.

"Sure," I rolled my eyes and we fell into a wonderful silence – just the sound of us breathing, and the thumping of our hearts if we listened hard enough.

"I missed you so much," he said after a while of just soaking in each other's presence.

"You were here, silly," I said, knowing what he really meant.

"No, I wasn't. Not really. I didn't make time for the most important part of my life," he looked down, "I'm sorry. And I'm going to make it up to you."

I raised an eyebrow and I saw his eyes grow darker.

"And how exactly do you plan on doing that?" I said, feeling his hand inching closer to my ass as he pulled me against him.

My hand found its way into his dark curls and my lips moved dangerously close to his. So close that we would be kissing if either one of us even twitched.

"Whichever way you like. Your wish is my command, baby," he said, all low and seductive and a small smile spread across my face.

"I want us to have lunch tomorrow. I'll pick you up form work."

Pushing my fingertips against his chest, I pushed him away and turned around in the bed, facing away from him and I heard a grunt of disbelief from his side. I bit my lip to suppress the devious grin growing there. His head thumped against the pillow as it hit it and I saw his bedside light turn off.