Prince of Playboys (A Haylor Fanfic)

14 ~ Our Song

Alison's POV (Taylor's mother)

I stared blankly at my half-finished work of crochet. It still ten minutes past five and I've been trying hard to be happy. I just couldn't believe on what I heard awhile ago. As if it was just minutes when Elizabeth said it. I shook my head and kept looping my work.

"Remember what you said during Valentine's, with Taylor Lautner in the subject? Well, I have a confession to make..."

I suddenly slap my forehead. It was days when she said, but I remember each and every single word that she had told me. I thought she was a nice person, but because of what happen to my husband, Elizabeth had done the wrong thing and been trying to cover the case.

"If that would be truly expose, we had no choice but to surrender the throne to..."

I shook my head. "Stop it. Stop replaying it. Whatever she had done, she told me that she had a very good reason," I told myself when I realized that I've been missing a few loops.

Sadly frustrated, I place my crochet work inside the box and push it under my bed. My hand bump into another familiar box that I had not known that it was there. Curious, I pull it out and then immediately recognized it. It was Taylor's memory box that she kept when she was five. I had a small smile in my lips.

I open the box and already memories flash back. She still had those bunny ears we used to play every Easter. She kept a box full of pictures we took when we were New York before. I open the little box and I saw her with her bright smile with her steel braces. I had a soft giggle as I keep looking at our pictures.

I couldn't believe that she also had kept a picture of father before her uncle died. He was so happy when he was around. I sighed as I remembered what happen to Dennis and my honey. Poor Jerald, my sweet honey. If it weren't for his flaws, we would never be here, not that I didn't want to be here. However, since I knew the truth about Elizabeth, it's hard to keep this a secret to Taylor.

Should I tell her the truth? Or should I not?

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Taylor's POV

I woke up to this wonderful feeling that I never felt before. When I flutter my eyes open, I see the white ceiling as the sunshine shone through the blue curtains. It still smelled like lavender around here. I felt someone next to me and when I turn to my left, he was already awake. He smiled brightly as he stroke my cheek.

"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered.

I had a small smile. "Good morning, Harry," I whispered. He sat up and brought a silver tray of breakfast to me. I giggle as I sat up, "Oh, you shouldn't have."

"I should," he told me, "It's my duty to keep my girlfriend happy." My smile flickered when he said the g-word. I know we are already dating (by force), but I not used to that word when he call me that. It reminds me my last boyfriend. I shivered.

Instead, I fake a smile and thanked him. We started eating in silence for moment. Then he spoke, "I need to use the bathroom for a little bit. Wait for me here, okay?"

"Okay," I mumbled. He kissed my cheek lightly. He then places the tray in his bedside table as he went to the bathroom. Now, I can finally frown for a little bit. That word really pisses me off. It reminds me of a lot about him.

   Stupid Taylor! Why are you thinking about him right now?!!

    I stared down on my food and I suddenly lost my appetite. Jeez, just thinking about him can make me throw up already.