Long Distance Call | tayley ✓

30 | Guess Who

[Taylor]

I hurry up in the shower. Even when I use the body soap to clean myself, I definitely miss some areas since I'm in such a hurry to just see Hayley again. It's like I'm addicted after just one hit. That drug being her lips. One kiss and I knew I was hooked.

I'm still surprised that I was able to even muster up the courage to go in for that first kiss. How did I do that? I've never been like that. Well, I have, but those are rare occasions. And by that, I mean it's only when I'm drunk. Alright, maybe not so rare, but still. It doesn't always happen. I'm shy.

I step out of the shower, once I deem myself clean enough.

While I change into a pair of gym shorts to wear for pajamas, along with a shirt that says 'Invisible Children' across the front, I check my phone. Going onto my phone, I see I'd received a notification on Snapchat. Checking it, I see that it's from Jeremy. All that it is is him showing his face, spinning around in the wheely chair that he has in his bedroom. A beat plays in the background as he bobs his head a little bit. The caption of the 10 second video is simply "new beats 🔥."

See, Jeremy is a DJ. I love the guy, but his music isn't great. Still, though, he oftentimes gets hired for shows. All of his shows are just small clubs, but they surprisingly pay him a good amount of money. Well, those are his only shows, if we exclude the occasional children's party. I don't know if I'd really even count those, because that consists of him just playing pop music that's free of all explicit language. He hates those, because it's so limited and basic, but he gets paid a pretty good amount. And he's gotta make a living, so I continue to encourage him and remind him that all of his small, shitty gigs will help him make it big.

He's currently working on a lot of music, and is planning on posting it all on SoundCloud once it's completed. God, I hope that he does and somehow gets noticed, or something. Not because his music is great, but so he'll stop bitching about it.

I go to check the Snapchat stories that all of my friends had posted within the previous twenty-four hours. And there I see Jeremy's, seeing he had posted the exact same video that he sent to me. Why the hell did he send it directly to me then? He's weird.

Wow, I'm rambling a whole lot. Suddenly, I remember the beautiful girl that's currently sitting on my couch. Unless she decided that I'm too weird for her liking and decided to run away. Yeah, lets not think about the slim possibility of that being a reality.

Just as I'm about to make my way out to the living room, my phone buzzes in my hand. I sigh and turn my attention to it. And guess. fucking. who.

Baylie: Hey Taylor. I was just curious, what's your address?

I raise a brow as I read her message. Why the fuck does she care?

Taylor: Why?

Baylie: Oh I found something that belongs to you, and I wanted to send it to you.

Taylor: It's okay, I'm sure it's not something that I desperately need. I can wait until whenever the next time I come home is. What is it?

Baylie: Taylor, just give me your damn address.

I don't understand why she's being so weird. Whatever, I guess she really wants to send me whatever it is that I guess I left at her place, or whatever the situation. I give her my address, and in response all she does is send me a smiley face emoticon. Whatever.

Once I have her out of my way, I return to the living room. The first thing I notice is the soft snores that are coming from somewhere in the room. Well it's obvious who the little noises are coming from. Walking further into the room, I spot Hayley on the couch. Her head rests on the armrest, limbs spread out in an awkward position.

I walk over to my girlfriend, hand running through her hair. Her eyes pop open, causing me to jump back a tiny bit. She rubs her eyes and sits up. She squints at me and looks a bit lost. I chuckle.

"Come on, time for bed," I whisper, acting as though she's a child. I assist her in standing and lead her towards my room. As I'm leaving the room, she makes a small noise. That grabs my attention. The moonlight is the only thing that's giving us any light in the room whatsoever. But it's enough where I can just barely see Hayley.

Her arms are extended towards me, making little grabby hands towards me. Returning to her, I take a seat on the bed.

"What is it?" I whisper, not wanting to really bother her, if that makes any sense at all.

"Can you hold me? At least until I fall asleep?" There's no way in the world I could ever turn that offer down. I nod and crawl under the covers along with her. I bring my arms around her middle. After what's really not a long time, she feels heavier against me. And she also begins to make noises identical to the ones she'd been making when I re-entered the living room.

I'm comfortable like this. Even with some of her short hair sort of in my face, even with her body being the cause of my one of my arms going temporarily numb, I'm comfortable. It just feels right.

Hell, I almost even fall asleep. It's not even that late, but I'm so lost in this moment that I'm on the verge of rest. Quite some time passes, but all of that is ruined when I hear a knock on my door. Who in the fucking world could that be?

I carefully unwrap my arms from around Hayley, careful not to disturb her. In all honesty, I don't think anything could wake her in this moment. She is wiped out. But better to be safe than sorry.

I tip-toe to the front door of my apartment, unlocking and then opening the door. My sleepy eyes widen when I see the late-night visitor.

Baylie fucking Brown.