sHe (Haylor)

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Taylor turns on her side away from me after we've both agreed to talk when I'm sober. I want to turn and spoon her but the tone of her voice proved to me that is not a wise choice.

I'm in agony all night with fighting myself not to touch her or place my hands on her waist. She is sound asleep within the first hour but I'm still lying here going on hour four.

The sun in shinning through my window shades, showing that if I weren't hungover, it would be the time to start waking up; though I'm already up. I've lied awake during my transition from drunk to hungover, gagging with the stench of my body.

Sex is probably the most pungent smell when it comes to radiating off my body. I've always needed a shower afterwords. Kendall and even Izzy would give me shit for how bad I smelt after me just pleasing them.

Cigarette smoke and alcohol comes off my breath easily with a quick stick of gum. And even cologne doesn't stick to me like the smell of sex does.

It's that mix of a damp swamp and a mans body odor, all resonating in my pants. I'm not shocked that Taylor picked it up. Hell, even my mom knows the smell. It's like a girls hickey, my smell, it proves that I had done something last night that should be kept in between that person and I, yet it creeps through some form of uncontrollable embarrassment.

As I go through the transition period, I remind myself that it is probably one of the most painful moments, that's why people try to sleep during such time. But again, I can't because Taylor is in my bed, ass to me, sound asleep.

"Yo, I can't sleep" Becca pinches my arm to see if I'm up. I flinch from the pain, whacking her arm in return, "um, ow"

"Don't pinch me"

She walks out the room waiting for me to follow. Which I end up doing since I can't sleep as well and I can't touch Taylor, so I cut my losses.

The guys had gotten up and ubered home after cleaning up my bathroom. I can only assume they wanted to go through their transition period in their own bed.

Becca is standing with a pot of coffee in her hand, raising it up in asking if I want some. I nod to her question.

We sit together in silence. Becca slurping on her hot coffee, me rimming the top of the cup. She doesn't look as shitty as I do, wearing the hangover unbelievably well.

She notes that I smell and I respond with a grunt, ignoring the lingering awkward silence between us. It continues to remind me what I had done last night, actually, it tries to remind me what I had done last night.

It's obvious I had sex, we all can smell it and see it on my face, but I cannot remember who it was with or how long it had last. My cut knuckles show me I had gotten mad last night, slowly remembering I had punched a mirror due to me losing a boner.

So I never finished.

My bedroom for opens, revealing a hurt Taylor Swift with red puffy eyes. My heart pangs at the sight, leaving a frown on my face.

"Can we talk now?" She asks, pulling at her shirt. I nod, quickly getting out of my seat to console her.

Becca scoffs as my door closes, proving to me once again how much she doesn't like her sister.

"Listen, I don't-" I go to apologize in the worst way possible but Taylor stops me

"I understand. We had not claimed what this was and you had just been coming from my apartment where you've learned my ex boyfriend was over." She sits on my bed, "I would have been mad too"