Time Share; A Haylor Fanfic

Chapter 18:

Chapter 18

My mind racks itself, finally thinking I've figured out the mystery man that is Harry. I believe him in certain areas, but he made me feel stupid again by the way he said that picture was old. The girl in the picture I found out was Cara, which he had broken up, with and she'd moved away awhile ago. I don't think he cheated and I don't think he lied anymore, I just think he's ignorant for calling me all those things.

I haven't talked to him in a week and he leaves in 3 days, which leaves us not long to reconcile with eachother. We've reached a small silent truce for now I think. I find Harry sitting on the terrace, silently rehearsing lines to himself. His curls are ruffled from hair pulling and he looks absolutely stressed. I walk over and hoist myself up onto the concrete railing, bringing my legs to my chest. His eyes lift up momentarily as if curious why I had joined him, but quickly resigned back down.

"You know if you needed help rehearsing you could've just asked me.." I trail, staring at the sunset of the UK horizon. He looks surprised I talked to him.

He looks back up at me suddily before looking back down again smugly. "It's not the scene you'd go for.." He murmurs. I raise my eyebrows.

"You'd be surprised. I'm not that bad of actress." I state with a proud smile, trying to enlighten him a little.

"Well, you must an amazing one if you can act like you hate me every time we pass.." He mumbles off, shuffling the script away. I stand, picking up a guitar that sits next to me, the one from the shop. My fingers move over my smooth initials on the wood.

"I wrote this song... it's about you. Just- listen. Its called Tell Me Why." I say quickly, quickly pouring into the song before he has a chance to respond though he just sits there listening intently.

After I finish he closes his eyes slowly, "I'm sorry." He whispers. I shake my head and force a unsteady smile, "no, I am." and with that I lean up on my tiptoes, press my lips to his cheek then turn on my heel away.

"Taylor," I hear him say, causing me to stop momentarily in my tracks. "Help me with my script?"

I find a smile spread across my lips halfway, "I thought you said I wouldn't go for it."

"Well... I don't know if you're mad at me.." He whispers shyly, running a hand through his hair. I finally take notice of his apparel, a tight white form-fitting long sleeve shirt with black skinny jeans. My tongue swipes over my lips lightly and I swallow, my throat suddenly dry.

"I'm not, I forgive you." I whisper, trying to convince myself.

He smiles so widely, his dimples pop out. "Good, because I've been wanting to do this for the past few days. I was beginning to think I wouldn't be able to for months." And with that his lips match mine, a sweet yet desiring kiss, one I can't fight. One that leaves you wanting more, especially with one that has your claim printed on it. He releases and smiles down at me lightly, holding up the script.

"I've been dying to do that," He breathes, pulling me into his chest. His heartbeat is evident through his shirt, making me feel at home. This is where I belong, in his arms.

••Short chapter, more tonight!!!