sHe (Haylor)

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Taylor is helping me pack up my bag for the weekend. She packs a swimsuit for me "just in case" as well as sweatshirts and paper bags. I asked her not to put the paper bags in there to save me from the embarrassment but after I told her I've never been on a boat before, she went all mother on me.

She went and bought ginger and Dramamine for if I get nauseous and then the paper bags are for if I throw up.

"Taylor, I don't need all of this stuff" I hold up the cans of ginger ale from my bag

"I don't want you getting sick" she claims for the fourth time today. It's sweet of her, it really is but I know I don't need it. Well, I think I don't need it.

She puts the last of her homemade first aid kid and zips up my bag. Taylor takes the bag off my bed and sits down on it. She pats the side for me to sit next to her while we wait. I give her a kiss, pushing her back so she lies comfy on my bed.

I tickle her sides to get a laugh from her lips and nuzzle into her neck. She keeps laughing, trying to grab my hands so it stops the good kind of pain. Her head falls back laughing, giving more surface to kiss on her neck.

"Harry!" She giggles, "stop" begging with a light heart.

Taylor is the one to stay here now. I guess Becca is now letting Louis stay at their place while they try to figure things out. It shocks me that Becca is actually trying for Louis. I only know this because we haven't been able to talk much due to him.

She's come over a few times through out this week to pick up some clothing but Louis has always been with her so I'm not able to talk to her alone. She seemed happy I guess, I'm not the best judge on that.

Taylor on the other hand, I know, has been happy. She wakes up smiling and she goes to bed giggling. She has been great to live with, we make dinner together and then sit and watch a movie together while sharing a bottle of wine, once were tired we get into a bedtime routine.

She writes in her journal as I read through surgery notes to get me ahead in the game. It's been a great week living with Taylor.

I've been asked by Taylor if I could stop smoking around her, and I just want to make her happy but I've been going through a bad tobacco withdrawal causing bad migraines, so I have to leave the apartment sometimes to fulfill my cravings.

She gets annoyed with me when I come up smelling like smoke, but I apologize with a kiss and compliment to make her smile.

We turn over so Taylor sits on my hips with me on the bottom. She tries to tickle me but I'm able to over power her and hold her wrists, bringing her in to kiss me again.

"I'll leave my keys here so you can get in and out no problem, Jason knows you'll be here over the weekend." I run things over with her before I really leave

She nods, not really caring what I say and gives me another kiss. I laugh on her lips, kissing her again before she turns it into a make out. It's my favourite when she's on top kissing me so I have availability to her ass; which has become one of my favourite parts of her body.

A door slams, stiffening Taylor up. "Ready kid?" Scott yells out for me, echoing behind my closed door.

"Yeah! I'll be right out" I squeeze Taylor's ass one more time before we both get out of my bed. She straighten outs her blouse as I do a dick tuck under my belt. I know Scott is cool and all but I'm not about to walk out there in my skinny jeans with a very visible boner. That's just a line you don't cross.