(Part 2)
Taylor's POV
I threw over a simple silk tank and small black shorts. Washed my face and prepared myself for bed. I walked into the room Harry had set for me. It was all perfectly cleaned and organized. I saw Harry had indeed unpacked for me, going so far to the point where all my packed clothing was already put away in drawers. I heard steps behind me and turned around to see him standing in the doorway.
"Well this is fancy." I said matter- of- factly. He chuckled
"Well... This is yours. For now anyways. Anything else I can get for you?"
"No, no this is more than perfect." I said with a smile.
"Okay then.... Um.. Goodnight." He left the room closing the door quietly. I could tell he didn't want to leave exactly but he was still on his crazy idea that this was suppose to be some kind rehabilitation vacation for me. I don't know..
I curled up on the all too soft sheets and closed my eyes. I was just so happy to be here. About a half an hour passed. I slowly began falling into sleeps victim until I heard the door. The door knob creaked every so slowly and in walked Harry, of course. Out of curiosity I kept pretending to be asleep. Why was he in here?
"Taylor" he whispered. I didn't reply.
"Taylor, my beautiful Taylor. I love you. I love you so much. I cannot tell you how happy I am you're here."
He came and laid down besides me. I kept quite however. I wanted to hear him. He came in and kissed me so softly on the forehead and sorta began to spoon me (since my back was to him now) but not fully so that he didn't "wake me up."
"You know Taylor," he began, stroking my hair now, "you are such a beautiful girl. I know you probably hear this all the time but you are. I've wanted you since I started high school." He suppressed a light laugh. I was about to burst but I stayed pretend asleep I had to hear more.
"You probably think I'm crazy but I'm obsessed with you. I'm so in love with your blue eyes and kind heart. So maybe you don't have all those "big features, you are seriously perfect. I love and love and love you baby. My baby."
I wanted to cry or something or tell him I heard everything or say something amazingly beautiful back. But I didn't. He must have had a reason for pouring his heart out to me while I was incapable of reply. To my pure delight he stayed. He curled up right next to me. And I could tell you, I had never felt so complete.
