So do you love me? Taylor York Fanfic

• Chapter 20 •

~ Here's another early update my lovelies 🌺

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Okay, he's coming now. You've knocked the door, there's no going back. Alright, just breathe; Taylor's a good person so here's nothing to worry about.

Footsteps near the door before it swings open. Taylor stands there wearing a navy long-sleeved button up and black skinny jeans, a bandana across his forehead, keeping his curls from falling into his face. I tear my gaze away from his exposed forearms - his sleeves rolled up - and smile.

"Hey Dimples."

"Hi Tay. Merry Christmas."

I step inside and he grins, his eyes lingering on my legs. When he looks back up, I'm a little relieves as his gaze isn't on my body.

"Merry Christmas. And, please, don't take your shoes off since I've got mine on." He says. I look down to see him wearing a pair of white sneakers.

"Yeah, yours look new, mine are...vintage, meaning they're old." I laugh slightly, glancing at them. He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"I know what it means. I still don't give a shit."

I shrug, mumbling something to myself, and follow Taylor. He stops halfway down the corridor and offers to take my jacket and bag, which I accept.

"Okay, your stuff is on the banister. Now, please don't comment about the size."

I'm about to laugh at the innuendo when I see the tree, swallowing my words and just roll my eyes.

"Couldn't you have gotten a bigger one? It's doesn't quite touch the ceilings."

He shrugs, looking at it with a smile. "It was on offer. Tall trees are never this cheap."

The top of the tree grazes his high ceilings, the star just low enough so that it doesn't lean over oddly. The lights round the tree glow a warm white as the frosted white baubles reflect slightly. I place my presents for Taylor under the tree amongst the ones already crowded underneath, making sure to not ruin his arrangement.

"Your one is there." He says proudly, grinning at me as he points to the one that is wrapped in metallic paper. A smile pulls my lips at his childlike behaviour.

"Thank you."

I stand and turn round towards the kitchen where I can hear Mariah Carey playing. I raise a brow at Taylor, an amused smirk playing at my lips, and he blushes.

"Um," He laughs, pushing his bandana up a little. He backs up towards the kitchen. "It's the top Christmas songs. You know, to get in the Christmas spirit?"

I shake my head and laugh. "I'm just gonna turn it off and be right back." He says as he points behind him before turning round and walking towards the sound of Mariah Carey singing.

I plop down on he couch behind me, my dress riding up. I quickly pull it back down, a blush on my cheeks, and cross my legs over. I look over to see Taylor turning down the music from his phone and quickly checking on the oven before jogging over.

"So," I start as he takes a seat across from me. "Are bandanas are your new thing now?"

He laughs, untying the bandana from his forehead and putting it on the coffee table. Running his fingers through his curls, he says, "No. I was cooking and it kept my hair back."