december; swift and styles [au] DISCONTINUED

two; taylor and harry

James bites his lip, still smirking. I narrow my eyes at him, intertwining my hands together behind my back and adverting my eyes to my parents and brother.

"Taylor this is Carol and her husband, Mark." My dad says, breaking the awkward silence that had filled the air. "And these are their children James and Anna."

James extends his hand for me to shake. I reluctantly shake his hand. His sister does the same, but pulls her hand back quickly to her side.

"And this is Andrea and Scott and their children Taylor and Austin." Carol says gesturing to my family and I. Austin politely smiles at the Hills, whom smiles back. I only give them a small smile.

"Now that we all know each other, why don't we sit down and have dinner?" Mom says putting her hands out towards the dinning room. We walk to the dinning room, which is covered in Christmas decorations.

The eight of us find a seat, James sitting right next to me. My dad excuses himself to fetch the meal, leaving my side and pouting.

"Taylor, can I say you look dashing?"

"Thanks." I mutter. "But I am not interested."

"Ah, it looks amazing Mr. Swift." James exclaims, clasping his hands together as my dad comes in with the meal. My mom gets up and helps him set down the turkey and other dishes he prepared.

"Thank you, James." My dad thanks him, throwing a wide smile toward his way. "Everyone, dig in!"

- - -

"You know Taylor, you can stop pretending." James says from his spot next to me. I turn my face towards his, scoff, and look back at the television.

"I can assure I am not pretending." I retort, inching away from James. He only moves closer to me.

"You can stop acting like you don't want this," he says gesturing to himself.

"Taylor, is everything alright?" My mom asks entering the living room. I shake my head as answer. "You don't look to good, sweetie. Why don't you go upstairs and lie down?"

"Sounds nice." I respond to her, my voice cracking in between words. I swallow the lump in my throat, getting up from the couch where James sat.

Once I get to my room I strip from my dress and heels, exchanging them for pajamas. I walk to the closet door, open it, and find exactly what I need. I find myself smiling as I grip the handles of the case.

The black guitar case is dusty from not using it in who knows how many years. I unzip the case to revel my first guitar, at twelve string acoustic. I then find a pen and an old journal, something I need at the moment.

I quickly wrote down different ideas for a new song, something I often did when I was upset or down.

I wake up early in the morning, my face resting on the leather journal and a pen and guitar beside me. I remove the journal from under me, setting it aside. My eyes close into a squint, hurting from the sun that shines through the window.

As I walk to the window to shut the curtains I see a piece of paper out of the corner of my eye. I stop and turn on my heel. My hands grip around the pink sticky note with my brother's hand writing on it.

'Good morning Taylor. Hope you slept well. Me, Mom, and Dad are going out for a bit and didn't want to wake you. There is food in the fridge and pantry so make yourself something to eat. You are also welcome to use my car if you want to explore a little (: we should be back at 3:00 this afternoon. Have a good day, sis.

Austin'

I grin at the note, sticking it on the mirror that rests on the wooden dresser. I quickly check the time, seeing it is only 8:00 a.m.