Fragile Little Flame (Haylor)

Aftermath Of Kiss AND Italian Date.

A/N: Hello Bubbles,
I know its been a while since I updated but my examination are killing me. I don't wanna a fail. Ninth grade is really important here. Anyways..thanks for reading.

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Taylor' POV

I took a deep breath and walked through the doors. My mind was still busy reminiscing that kiss. I always tried to think about something else but my thoughts always end up to the kiss.

I looked around the lobby, trying my best to look normal and not let my nervousness get the best of me.

Today I was wearing a simple white Shirt and a skirt. The skirt was reaching just below my mid thighs.

I sighed and pressed the elevator button. I heard the very familiar ding and when the door open.

All the memories of that kiss come crashing down. I heaved a sigh.

For a moment I even considered climbing up the stairs BUT climbing up 35 floors. Not my thing.

I rolled my eyes and entered the elevator pressing the 35th button to the Demon's office.

"It's going to be okay, Taylor. Don't worry. Just take a deep breath."

Great. Now I am talking to myself. Definitely going crazy.

The elevator was going up too slow. Like it was teasing me.

I was dreading to see the Demon. I sighed when the ding was heard.

I walked out and to the Demon's office. I was about to knock but stopped.

I looked down at my appearance. I was looking good. I ran a hand though my ponytail.

I didn't knew why I was caring about how I look now? I didn't have anyone to impress...right?

Um..what about the Demon?

My concious bitched in yet again. I rolled my eyes and knock twice before entering.

There he was sitting on his spiky throne with those horns coming out of his temples. His long metallic stick with three spike on top resting next to him. He smiled toward me a devilish smile, his teeth had blood. His clothes were covered in blood.

He was waiting for me to come so he can kil- Gosh! Taylor! Stop thinking so deadly!

I was snapped out of my dreaming. Looking over at him. He was busy scribbling down on some files. His brows was furrowed in concentration as his eyes continued to skip down the paper.

He was looking like a mess. A hot mess. He was stressed. I guess.

The memories of that kiss was swirling around in the back of my mind as I continued to pushed them away.

I cleared my throat before greeting the Demon in front of me.

"Good Morning, Dem- Mr.Styles."

My tongue slipped and I literally called him Demon.

He was a little startled but instantly he put on one of his emotionless face.

Still there was a light smile on his face when he saw me. I couldn't help but took gratitude in it. I was feeling special.

I was special. For him.

"Morning,Taylor." He said flashing me a smile. A Smile. His Charming Smile.