Prince of Playboys (A Haylor Fanfic)

19 ~ Train Tracks

*A day later*

I walk to the cafeteria with my eyes on my notepad. I still thinking on a few words to fit for my song. I think I going to call it Ours. And maybe so far this is my... I think third song I have written. I neglected this song since yesterday due to studies, I giggled. Oh well, there is always the right time to do this, and right now is not the time.

   I put the notepad inside my jacket where there is a big pocket and go to get my tray of food. I brought some PB and J sandwiches, a caesar salad and tea.

I went to my usual table where my friends are waiting for me. As soon as I see me, they all waved. "Hey Taylor!" Emily greeted.

"Hi!" I greeted them all. Everyone that I love is all there, Emily, Maria, Harry and Taylor L. I took a seat next to Harry and we were all happily chatting, and eating together.

But one thing that I notice is that Taylor and Harry doesn't seem to be talking to each other. They are the quietest in each conversation and that they don't look each other. I wonder what's wrong.

Ever since I came back, Taylor especially is quiet. He doesn't talk much and smile is being replaced with frown everywhere he goes. I should talk to him.

Before I could speak up, Maria interjected, "So Taylor, aren't you going to sing to us?"

I blink twice. Since when did I tell them that I can sing?

   Oh yeah, when I was in New York with Harry.

   I blush, "No can do, girls." I don't want to sing in this place.

   "Aww, c'mon Taylor. Pretty please?" The girls put on their puppy eyes.

  "No. Way," I said slowly, but they keep on pleading and pleading. I wasn't convince until I look at Harry. I know his hopeful face, and I know that he is wishing me to sing too. I twirl a lock of my hair before finally saying, "Okay fine."

  "Yay," they both quietly cheered. I can sing, but what song should I choose? When I look at Harry, it hit me. Maybe I can sing our song that we made? I don't know.

   I took a deep breath, "Okay here it goes...

   "The way you move is a full on rainstorm and I'm a house of cards.
You're the kind of reckless that you send me running but I kinda know that I won't get far, and you stood there in front of me just close enough to touch, close enough to hope you couldn't see what I was think of.

   "Drop everything now. Meet me in the pouring rain, kiss on the sidewalk, take away the pain, cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile. Give with those green eyes baby as the lights goes down, give me something that will haunt me when you're not around, cause I see sparks fly, whenever you, smile."

   I stop and there is a moment of silence, like the whole cafeteria is silent. What? Was I singing this very loud the whole time? OMG, do they like it? Do they hate it?

   Then, someone started clapping and everyone followed along and started cheering for me. I just sat there, dumbfounded.

   I couldn't believe it. They like it, as Harry said. I was so amazed that everyone is clapping for me. They all love it.

   I don't know what to do. I just stayed there and did nothing. I smiled sheepishly and I tried to hide my face. Then the clapping fade and everyone mind their own business. Well, except some random girls who actually came to me.

   "Wow, you're good, Taylor!" Girl number one complimented.

   "You should really join some singing competitions. You have a really nice voice for that," Girl number two said.