(Part 1):
Tick tock. Tick tock. The clock so close to striking two. Once this meeting was over she'd fly down the stairs, through the hall, down the street to the car, and drive to the airport. Manchester bound. Taylor was shaking with anticipation to leave. Her last show of the US leg of the RED Tour had ended successfully last night. Today she had been spending all day finalizing future international dates. But she had left a few mere days to herself. And of course she was going to spend them with Harry. He was on break himself in his home across the sea. He had paid for her flight straight to his city and they were to spend the time together. For him to be with her, and for her to take a little break.
Taylor remembered their last conversation (aside from short calls and texts)
"Hey you should come over to my place again." Harry had brought up.
"That would be nice but I have three shows the week of the 19th and then I have conference that next week plus I ha-"
"Shh. You can take a few days off can't you?" He asked slightly worried over her busy work load.
"Well I just don't know Harry."
That was Taylor. Always working. Never giving herself a break.
"Taylor listen baby, I'm going to get you at least five days off. Come over to my house and we'll make a relaxing vacation out of it. Okay?"
"Okay."
"You just can't over work yourself babe. Plus I really need to see you again."
With that the week slowly but surely went by. When she came down with a cold Harry insisted she had worked herself too hard but Taylor dismissed it as the weather. Now that she had been feeling better and had come along this "free" week, she was excited to leave. After all she realized she really did miss Harry. The last she had seen him was the VMA Awards and though they had had a wonderful time together after it was short and felt like ages ago.
Finallyyy the clock struck two.
"Okay I'm off now. All of this sounds good! Okay bye!" Taylor said hastily. She rushed herself down to the car with a giddy smile wide across her face. After an excruciatingly long plane ride of more work calls and such Taylor landed. Harry had arranged for one of his people to pick her up and drive her to his small little house.
The beautiful little city was chilled that first week of October. Taylor began reminiscing about the wonderful winter she had spent here last year. Once they finally pulled up Taylor thanked the man and quickly trotted up to Harry's door. With one door bell ring an over excited boy with curls, and a bright smile greeted her. He grasped her in his arms and pulled her into his home. She threw her stuff on the floor to return Harry's embrace. He pulled her to the couch where they collapsed. Harry began kissing her. He grabbed her leg to cross over his hips almost in a sex position on the couch and began "eating" her face. He beagn whispering things like "I missed you" and "I love you" between kisses until he was out of breath. He pressed so passionately to her and she tried her best to keep up with him. His sexual drive was way more stronger than hers she knew that (plus he was, still, younger.) She knew she had to slow him down. For now anyways. Harry began fumbling with her jacket to unzip it but Taylor sweetly grasped his hands and set them on his lap.
"Hey baby." She said kindly trying to quiet him down. Their hair already tousled, she sat back up on the couch and looked into his deep eyes she had missed so much.
"Taylor I missed you." He said. You could see all he was trying to say through his eyes. "Here let my unpack you." He stated as if he finally remembered why she had come and what he was suppose to do. She giggled at the way he had been so easily distracted and perfectly ready to just undress for her.
Harry placed all her things in a separate room readied just for her. It was past dinner time in Manchester so Harry suggested she got in comfy clothing and in bed so that she didn't get a horrible case of jet lag.
When Taylor went into the bathroom to get ready for bed she had found Harry had laid out new shampoos and soaps for her using. She smiled at his gift and looked at the mirror. Here he had grabbed some red lipstick and written "welcome home Taylor, my beautiful rose."
