Sweet Melody (A Haylor Fanfiction)

Chapter 15

TAYLORS POV

Oh shit it's getting cold.

C'mon Taylor go in, you know you want it, my heart says.

Taylor remember what he did? Keep the distance, My brain says.

Like they always say "follow your heart" yes I want it, yes I want to keep the distance, but it's so fucking cold I can't hold it anymore. 

I dip my toe in the familiar feeling of warm water. I kneel down and pull in towards Harry. My head resting on his chest and I get that familiar warmth I had a month ago before.. the cheating. The everything situation that we've been through.

"You tired love?" he asked. I don't know where he gets this 'love' thing but I'm starting to like it.

"A little," I say, I feel his arms wrap around my waist, it's kind of awkward since the swimsuit is kind of thin and I can feel his body against mine almost like.. we're naked.

His arms wrap around me tighter.

"You know that to me, you're my whole world do you?" He almost whispered, his voice is raspy.

"Harry, there are no paps,"

"I'm not acting, Taylor" he tells me in a serious tone.

"Harry, I'm not ready to start a relationship with you,"

"Just think about it, I can make you happy. The way you wanted to be with all of the other douche's that fucking did shit to you and didn't even do what I'm doing right now," he speaks more loudly.

"Please Taylor. Give me a chance," I can feel him burying his face into my neck.

"No Harry." I said. It's too soon. Too soon to be true. He can't just cheat on me and apologize asking me for another chance, one month later. That's just not right. 

I started to move out of his grasp. His touch slipping out of my skin, but he quickly tightens his grip.

"Don't go" he whispered.

"You don't have to love me. Just don't go, I want you here." Those words make my stomach churn. You don't have to love me. Those words vibrate in my head as I lay still and drifted off to sleep.

I wake up finding myself on his bed. I look at the clock. 7 pm. Gosh I'm hungry. I feel like popcorn right now.

I go out in the room and sees Harry on the couch. Then I realized the TV. OH MY GOSH. My favorite comedy-romance movie is on, 50 First Dates, one of the most classic comedy-romance of all time.

Then I realize Harry is sleeping, he's slightly snoring and I can hear faint small breaths from him. I peek a look at him by the corner of my eye and keeping the word distance in my mind. I start to process the thought that he doesn't have a blanket and that I should get it for him and I decide to do it.

His position is so cute and cuddle I just want to go over there and hug him, but unfortunately, my mind is speaking for me. He hurt you. She said. My heart wants to tell her to shut up and fuck off, but my brain is siding her. I can't believe some part of me is betraying one another and I'm pretty sure I'll find the right side soon.

He's in a sit-lay position where he's sitting, his hand is on the couch arm rest but his body is so tilted to a laying position making him look exhausted yet adorable.

I go in the bedroom to get the duvet since I didn't have any choice. I realize I should change into onesie or pajamas, but I think I already am in them, considering, wait- Oh mother of shit. I forget to pack my pajamas. I'm too exhausted to think more, but what I'm wearing makes me jump. Harry's hoodie. Well, it's a coat for me but it's his white hoodie that says 'hipster please'. 

It falls to my thighs and this is the reason why I love his shirts.

But the big question is how did he change my clothes?

My thoughts peered into perverted ones and they crawl up and bite my mind. But I'll probably ask him tomorrow, my exhaustion brings out the best of me; the one who doesn't think too much about it. 

I go back to my job of carrying the big, hefty duvet. I carry it to the living room sucessfully and put it on the soft, gigantic couch. 

I carefully unfolded it, trying not to wake cute little Harry up. I make the squashy duvet cover his chest, his leg and most of his toe. 

I gently lower the volume of the TV and go into the kitchen to make some popcorn. Extra butter is always the best. While putting them in a bowl, I hear the sound of cloth shuffling, he must've flinched or something, he likes to change position from time to time, considering the experience with him for at least 4 nights. 

I grab the popcorn and go back to the living room, his head is now turned to the left. I sit next to him and replay the movie. 

The next thing I know, I'm leaning on to his shoulder. I keep laughing and I try my best not to since he's sleeping and resting his head on mine. It's getting chilly and breaking the warmth that Harry's hoodie is giving me. 

I continue watching and near the end, where in the movie, he finally solves the problem of her memory loss incident, I was about to cry when Harry wakes up by one move. He looks at me and I smile. I don't know what's that about me, this movie makes me happy.

"You lonely babe?" he asks his voice raspy.

"Uh, I'm just watching a movie casually while you sleep on me, yeah" I say.

We both smile at eachother when coincidentally, the movie says it's famous quote;

"And at the end, no matter what, I'll fall in love with you all over again"

I stopped staring and realize, maybe that quote is actually relating to me. 

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