sHe (Haylor)

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

 "I say drug em'" Becca takes the slice of pizza she brought over while Taylor and I get ready. "Lace his drink with some like LSD, watch him trip balls at dinner. Know how funny that would be?"

"You're not drugging your father!" Taylor yells from the bedroom, "Becca, don't tempt him!"

I shrug at the idea. It would be quite funny to see the man have a bad trip and think of me and my mother as aliens or some shit like that. Or is that shrooms? I'm never sure on how those hard drugs trip. Maybe that's a thing I should be proud of.

"I'm just saying, maybe it would be a little bit more enjoyable." Becca shoves her face with food, washing the elements down with beer.

I let out a small laugh, knowing it's partially true but Taylor would never let it happen. But it's funny to think about.

Taylor was just finishing up getting ready, that's why I had Becca over; to hurry her up. I've been sitting out in the living room for about an hour, being bored out of my mind. So Becca comes over, eats food and drinks my beer while we wait for Taylor to get ready.

"We pick up my family in 10!"

She comes out with her third outfit choice, standing in a deep red, tight to her curves dress. The dress is ironed and stiff, letting Taylor show off a black belt around the waist.

I shake my head no.

"Come on Harry! We're going to a nice dinner. This is what you wear to a nice dinner"

I shake my head no again. It's too fancy and too vibrant, showing off the curves I love but nothing my family would find impressive.

"Harry and Gemma smoke pot daily without Anne caring, that's the kind of outfit you wear." Becca explains to her snobby dresser of a sister, but I laugh at the truth of the statement.

She groans, stomping back into my room to try another article of clothing on.

"Thank you for finally coming over" I admit while placing my black shoes on.

I practically had to beg Becca to come over and hang out with me. I'm not sure why but her and I haven't hung out one on one since therapy two months ago. She avoids me at all costs and never comes over when I ask her to. Which I find ironic because she always used to come over when I didn't want her to.

"Eh" she shrugs, taking another sip of her beer. Something's on her mind, and I worry it has to do with Louis and that's why she's trying to stay away from me. She feels that because Louis and I are now friends, she can't trust me to tell her feelings. Though I would be there for Becca before anyone else.

Taylor comes out with a relaxed fitting lace dress. Her hair isn't tied up or pinned back to look fancy; it's just down natural.

God is she immaculate.

I rush towards her, grabbing her waist to bring us into my room, slamming the door shut. Giggles part from her lips while I lay her on the bed. Her hands run through my hair, getting me to stop since we leave soon. I can't control my urges, nor can I feel comfortable in my now extremely tight pants.

"You're so beautiful"

Giggles, again, from her part lips. "Harry we have to go"

"Just let me have a few kisses" I mumble into her neck, trying to make her want to stay and oppose meeting my father, but her hands push my chest. I'm off of her with a frown, but it's stolen with a kiss from the girl of my dreams.