So do you love me? Taylor York Fanfic

• Chapter 30 •

I've just looked at the reads for the first time in ages and I am shocked. 6k? How is that possible? Thank you so, so much!

I hope that you have a great day ✨🌷

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I hate my nightmares. Replaying that night over, and over, and over. Sometimes my head likes to distort it, frightening me even more. The lack of sleep is a bonus, really.

And that happened to me last night. Thankfully, Taylor didn't wake up from my whimpers and soft cries. He would've stayed up with me if he had woken up, and that would make me feel incredibly guilty.

So, I'm now sitting on the balcony with some tea and a book. The time is eight in the morning and I'm not exactly thrilled since I've been up since four.

"Morning, Dimples."

I turn my head to see Taylor lazily smiling at me, his stubble darker than the day before. I give him a small smile. His appearing is cute, disheveled, but cute. I can't even imagine how awful I look.

"Mornin', sleepyhead."

He comes over and sits across from me, lifting his feet to rest on the railing of or balcony. He closes his eyes and sighs, not bothering to push the tangled curls from his forehead. If only he knew how exhausted I am.

"Big day?" I ask, curious to see his opinion on the meet and greets today. I set down my book, next to my tea, and fold my hands in my lap. He groans and looks at me, tiredness evident in the way he creases his brows.

"I better get some food for you. Are you chill with, like, an omelette or something? Coffee?"

"Yeah, and a black coffee, please." He replies, closing his eyes afterwards, clearly not able to wake up. I nod, to myself, and go inside to dial up the room service. In a couple of minutes, I order some breakfast so I go over to the kettle and pop the thing down to start it.

Whilst waiting, I pick out some clothes for today, keeping it simple. I go into the bathroom where I quickly conceal some areas of my face and then do my brows. Adding blush, eyeliner and mascara, I finish by adding lip balm to my lips. As my hair is naturally wavy, I keep it down and tuck both front pieces behind my ears.

Just as I finish up, there's a knock at the door so I leave the bathroom to see Taylor's already answered the door. Whilst he brings the food in, I attempt to tie the shoulder pieces of my swimsuit nicely as I had done it messily before, huffing in agitation when it comes loose again, slipping to almost reveal my chest.

I hastily tie the knots as I head over to the coffee table, but not before making our coffee and putting them on the table. As I'm about to sit down, Taylor stops me, his hands on my shoulders. My heart skips at the touch, and this time I manage to control my breathing.

"I'll help." He says softly, his fingers moving to the left strap first. Tying the two pieces, his calloused fingertips leave trails of fire in their wake. I watch him from the reflection in the window, becoming giddy at the sight of his eyes wandering over my exposed skin. Clearing his throat, he ties the other straps into a bow.

"Thank you."

"This swimsuit looks nice on you. I'm glad you brought it." He says, smiling at me in the window. I blush. That Christmas night replays itself; when I received this gift and how socked I had bed.

His hands then drop, leaving me slightly cold without his touch. I snap out of my reverie and sit down. He seems to notice the space I put between us, but doesn't question it.