sHe (Haylor)

Chapter 29

Taylor and I walk into the hotel with our bags behind us. The weekend will be short, but Taylor never fails to pack for long term. As I grab her suitcase, I laugh when the weight is more than the two of us combined, yet she only has four outfits in there.

She blushes with embarrassment when I feel the weight of her bag, again, another chuckle comes from me and a light kiss onto her lips. I've felt stronger and stronger feelings with Taylor as we continue on our vacation side by side.

Again, I think about my two issues in front of me. I fall in love with Taylor more and more when I'm with her, yet I feel the same with Becca. But I worry that maybe Becca is someone that would be fun to be in a crazy relationship with, but never someone to settle down with.

"Hi, checking in for Styles" Taylor interrupts my thoughts, which I don't mind.

The lady behind the desk takes my ID and credit card, allowing me to sign whatever stuff they need. Taylor is jumping with joy when we enter the beautiful suite overlooking the ocean.

"Can I tell you something?" Taylor asks while her eyes are glued outside the window

"Of course" I smile, walking beside her with a hand placed on her hip for comfort.

She looks over and smiles, "I've never been in the ocean before"

I stand shocked. Maybe it's because she told me something, something that she sees as an imperfection but maybe it's also because I would have thought her family would have some kind of yacht off the ocean and would go on big deep fish diving or some rich family thing that Scott would more than enjoy.

I decide not to speak, but to pull her closer to me and look out the window with her. She enjoys the comfort given to me and we stand there for a moment until we break apart for us to put on swimsuits.

My eyes try to look at something other than her in the suit but I cannot help but gawk at the women. She is utterly beautiful and everything about her just screams love. I love looking at her, I love seeing the small about of fabric that cover her little bum, and I most importantly love the way she blushes as I stare and appreciate her body.

She sees herself as fat. I wish she could see what I see. Well, I wish I could put into words what I see. But even if I did, she wouldn't believe me. I can only stare because if I were to die in that instant, I would want to die looking at the one thing that makes me happy and that is Taylor.

I can't finds the words to say how much I love her flat stomach that outlines the abs she doesn't think she has. I can't seem to know how to pronounce beautiful as I look at her tan skin radiating this glow that I don't understand how it is possible. I struggle to breathe because she just takes my breath away with the utter beauty that she possess.

"Wow" I spit with all the thoughts filling my mind. I mentally roll my eyes at myself for how stupid I must sound after thinking such amazing things about her.

"Don't stare" she giggles, putting a dress over her small frame.

"I don't mean to, I just can't stop" I chuckle, bringing her close with my hands taking off the dress she had just put on. Her giggles lead us to the bed, but my intentions have nothing to do with taking this swimsuit off, it's being able to feel and love her body with just one small touch.

We kiss on the bed, staying close enough to feel our heart beats together. She sees in my eyes that sex isn't what I want but to be next to her is. Her hand runs through my curls, allowing her blue eyes to match my green. She has a soft smile when looking at me, but her eyes turn cold when she spots something on me.