Down to You

15: Maybe if My Heart Stops Beating It Won't Hurt this Much

Taylor's POV:

You could easily fall in love with someone like her...

Emma...

The name so easily rolls off my tongue. And yet I am left with a bitter sweet taste on my lips.

Pushing past her memory has only left a black hole in my heart.

A void no amount of physical pleasure can fill...

"You're thinking about her aren't you?"

She asks as she brings up my silk black sheets to her chest.

I sigh and let out a nod.

"I'm sorry."

She frowns and lays back. A deep breath releases itself from her mouth. Her precious pink lips so vulnerable and so delicious slight part to speak.

"Don't be. I wouldn't expect you to forget her as you lay with me." Her sight goes up to the celling of my dark room.

I shake my head and slide my hand towards hers.

She looks at our interlocking fingers confused.

"I don't think about her when I lay with you Hayley." I squeeze her hand. "You remind me of her actually..."

"What?" She pulls her hand away from my reach. "That's sick Taylor. Even you should realize just how fucked up that is. Right?"

"No..."

"Is that why you slept with me in the first place? Because I remind you of her?" Her words almost in disgust.

"No..."

"Because if that is you reason you want me around I think it'll be best if we just break it off..."

"Listen." I say louder than I intended to be.

"I am." She rolls her eyes at me and I can't help but smile at how fiery she could be for such a small human.

"I didn't mean it in that way." I smile at her and get an eyebrow raised in return. I sigh, "You remind me of her because of the way you make me feel."

"Feel?" she bites her bottom lip and turns on her side. "I make you feel something?"

I take a deep breath and nod. "Yes."

"What kind of things do I make you feel?" She says teasingly as she draws circles on my bare chest.

I chuckle getting her to smile devilishly. "You uh," I clear my throat. "You make me feel like I am able to move on. That I am able to let go of Emma." My lips turn into a firm line. "And that scares the shit out of me."

Concerned, Hayley takes my hand and starts to pull me off the bed.

"Come." She says softly. Almost in a whisper and I can't help but give into her demand.

She pulls me along the hallway that leads to the stairs. One hand is holding the silk sheets to her body while the other one is set firmly on my hand.

We walk down each stair carefully and yet quietly. It felt weird. It was relaxing and yet so freighting all at once.

Silence has and never will be a sound I enjoy.

She turns up to me and smiles softly as she continues on taking me on a midnight adventure.

We end up in the music room.