The One That Got Away - Taylor Caniff

Chapter 11:

"You didn't have to punch him in the face Taylor!"

I scream as Taylor slams the door shut.

"Well what the hell was I suppose to do? Just pretend like it didn't happen?"

He yells so loud I think the whole house heard him.

"You could just apologize."

I say while turning around.

He grabs my arm and pulls me close to his chest.

"I just didn't like him kissing you. I mean what boyfriend wouldn't?"

He yells.

"Taylor your hurting me."

I state sternly looking into his eyes.

He suddenly lets go of my arm and within seconds his whole personality changed..back to the Taylor I know.

"Oh my god.. i'm so sorry babe.."

He says, unaware whether to hold me or not.

"Its okay.."

I say with a very small smile.

He wraps his arms around my waist.

"I still fucking hate him."

He whispers into my ear.

"Me too. Me too."

I say very quietly.

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Taylor's POV:

I don't know how I deserve her.

She is just perfect.

Her long brown hair, her amazing hazel green eyes.

I need to show her how much I love her.

I just don't want to loose the girl of my dreams.

When we were in bed last night, she wouldn't even look at me.

I know her. And I know she is still mad. 

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The next day I wake up to find Grace not next to me in bed.

She must be downstairs in the kitchen

I throw the sheets off of me, get up, and walk downstairs.

Everyone is in the kitchen chatting.

I walk over to Grace to give her a hug.

"Good morning beautiful."

I say as I plant a small kiss on her cheek.

"Hey handsome."

She says as she connects her lips with mine.

I wrap my hands around her back and she puts her arms around my neck.

"Get a room."

Carter says.

"Shut up and go find your own girl."

Grace says while she releases her lips from mine.

All the guys laugh at her comeback.

I smirk at her and walk to the fridge and grab a yogurt.

I walk outside onto the back porch and look out onto the beach.

"This is pretty."

I turn to see Grace walking up behind me.

"Not as pretty as you."

I say as I put a spoonful of yogurt in her mouth.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go swimming today. I mean it's a nice day."

She says as she puts her hands on my chest.

"The other guys can come if they want. And I want Mahogany to come too."

She adds.

"Perfect. What time?"

I ask.

"How about 1:30?"

She asks.

"Great."

I say.

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Grace's POV:

All the guys are out at the pool.

I look in the mirror to check for any imperfections.

I'm all good.

I'm wearing my coral blue victorious secret bikini and my hair up in a messy bun.

I walk downstairs and slide open the glass sliding doors and walk out.

I slowly weave through the crowd of boys and try to ignore their wondering eyes.

I slyly cover my chest with my  arms and finally meet my mans eyes.

I feel the smile grow on my face as he wraps his arms around my waist, his eyes never leaving mine.

That's why I love him..

He doesn't look at me for my body like most boys..

He's perfect. 

"Hey follow me." He says as he grabs my arm and pulls me towards the bathroom by the pool.

He locks the door behind us.

Suddenly he picks me up and puts me on the counter.

He presses his lips hard up against mine and moves his hands up and down my back.

I wrap my legs around his torso and press my lips a little harder against his.

My fingers find their way to his head and wrap themselves in his hair.

I slightly pull as he lets out a deep moan in the back of his throat.

His hand slides down to my upper thigh and he begins to play with the strings keeping my bathing suit bottoms together.

I feel the corners of my mouth curve upwards to his attempt.

I respond by pulling him closer and wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers still circling in his hair.

Our lips were moving in perfect sync. Nothing could ruin the moment--

"Hey guys are you-- oh sorry."

Hayes said bursting through the door. 

I stand corrected. Hayes could ruin this perfect moment.

I hear Taylor let out a deep sigh as our foreheads rest against each other's.

"Let's go."

He says with a smile even though he's clearly fustrated.

"Later."

I smile back as our fingers intertwine.