sHe (Haylor)

Chapter 21

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Chapter 21

Taylor's POV

I love the kid. I know it's absurd for the short amount of time we've spent together but I feel like I had fallen in love with him the moment his green eyes stared into mine.

The way he shows his like or love for me is in a way I can't even describe. My heart is erratic whenever my eyes see him in a room. When he squeezes me tight at night to show he's behind me, before he nuzzles his nose into my neck, drives me absolutely crazy. I ache for his touch when I'm away, missing his tough hands around my soft skin.

His hard exterior still scares me. The way ink is marked on all parts of his skin, words for his mother and sister, portraits of sparrows and butterflies; they all scare me in a way I think I like. How the cigarette hangs from his lips when he scolds my sister for words she doesn't mean. The way his chest fills before smoke slowly billows from his perfectly rose lips.

All of these things I love about him.

I hurt with him when the story of Izzy was told to me. I felt his pain through his words and tears about holding Izzy the exact moments she died.

I hope he can give me the love he talks about with Izzy. My father once told me you only get one true love and if Izzy was his, I find myself in a heart break.

Harry is off at work when I get home from my finals, showing me Becca on the couch with Louis as I walk in.

"What are you doing here?" I set down my bags

"We're going out tonight. Just waiting on Harry" Becca keeps her gaze on the TV

"You're invited Taylor" Louis sends me an invitation my sister is too weak to provide. "I'm not sure if I'm going out if you want to stay in with me" he offers

"Yeah, I'm just going to stay in" I head to Harry's room where he has been so kind to share with me

"No you're not." Becca snaps.

Her hair is lighter this time now that the pink is out. Now that Louis has forced her to remove the fake dye, she dyes it lighter to keep her looking less like me. Well, me like her since she's two minutes older.

I don't hate my sister as much as my sister hates me. There could be worse things in the world I have to deal with and if I'm stuck with Becca as my sister, it's something I can deal with.

With her tattoos disappearing, she's in more of a panic to figure out how to not look alike anymore. Which I find ironic because we are twins and we were made to look alike.

That's what my mom says.

"Excuse me?"

She turns off the tv in irritation, "you're not going to sit on you ass and be a loser tonight. You're coming out with Harry and I" Louis holds her thigh, calming the anger that comes from Becca's eyes

"I don't want to go out. You can't make me go out Becca"

"Stop being such a prude Taylor" she snaps at me, just like always.