Fragile Little Flame (Haylor)

Stand By You

Hello Bubbles, I am sorry I know it's been a very long time since I had last updated and I am so glad that you guys stand by me. I was busy with exams and other things. I won't hold you guys so go ahead and read this massive chapter.
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Taylor's POV

It's wierd how people get attach to someone they don't even know for that long, I used to think that it was ridiculous, but here I was, a living example for it.

There was still a part of me that was afraid, afraid of something happening to us and we broke apart, like we never even met. After all, Nothing Lasts Forever. Not even happiness.

"What are you thinking Angel?" A husky voice got me out of my thoughts, as my cheek was got poked by a finger.

"About this picnic of us.." I lied to kept my thoughts hidden for a little longer.

"What about it..?" He asked and I turned my face to look at him, Harry was sitting on the island, the sun light from the window showering over him making his features enhanced if it was even possible.

I didn't knew someone could look this good in casual clothing. But then again it was Harry I was talking about.

We were in the kitchen of my apartment making snacks for our little picnic date. By we I mean me, because Mr.Styles was just sitting on the island doing nothing. Saying he was doing something far more important than my cookies..admiring me.

"You are doing it again.." I snapped out of my thoughts to look over at Harry.

"Doing what..?" I asked a light smile playing on my lips just by looking at his emerald orbs.

"Looking into space...are you okay?" He asked concerned lacing his voice as he placed his hand on my forehead checking for temperature.

"If you want we can postpone our pic-"
"No! I mean..I am fine really..I was just thinking." I said taking his hand which was still touching my forehead.
"Okay..well then stop thinking and focus on me.." He said with a smirk forming on his lips.

I rolled my eyes at his antics and put the sandwiches in the picnic basket. Harry insisted we took a day off and go picnic.

"Okay then Mr.Styles why don't you come and help me make some cookies for our little picnic?" I asked raising an eyebrow at him.

"Sure. Plus I make them better than you anyways.." He said as He swiftly moved me by my waist to the side, the little touch sending shivers down my spine.

A smirk was playing on his lips as he knew the effect he had on me there but who was I to give him the satisfaction.

"Excuse me? I think I am the one who taught you how to make them..and last time I checked you didn't even knew how to crack an egg.." I said as I tapped the spatula on his head. "Right..?" I asked wanting him to admit it.

He raised an eyebrow but nodded pretending to be nonchalant about it but I wasn't letting it go.

"No. Harry..say it.." I said as I moved closer to him, pushing him slightly so he was leaning on the counter.

He suddenly pulled me closer to himself by my waist, "Yes Ms.Swift..I was nothing until I met you.." He whispered againts my ear his hot breath on my neck making me weak in my knees.