Our Album (A Taron Egerton Fan Fiction)

Where It All Begins

He held her hand tightly as they walked down the street. Silence surrounded them but it wasn't as awkward as either thought it would be. They strolled in the direction of her apartment, no words being exchanged until they reached the steps of her building. She turned to look at him, her green eyes baring all of her emotions. He cringed briefly, the hurt evident on her face, but beneath the hurt was a glimmer of hope. He gave her hand a squeeze as she punched in the code to the door.

Hayden pulled the door open, his hand catching the edge, keeping it ajar as they both entered. The climbed the four flights of stairs that lead to the space that they both knew so well. He had missed her place. The smell of it was so feminine. It was comfortable and homey, unlike his own bachelor pad. He waited patiently as she fumbled for her keys, placing them into the lock. She attempted to pull her hand from his, but he refused to let go, instead, lending his free hand to her for assistance. She giggled and together they managed to get the door unlocked and opened. The laughter continued as they stumbled into the room, Taron shutting it tight behind them.

"Would you like something to drink?" Hayden moved towards the kitchen, "I'm going to make myself one."

"Please, just whatever you're having," Taron took a seat on the couch, keeping on eye on Hayden as she bustled around the tiny kitchen

"Are you sure that you don't want a beer? I'm pretty sure I've got some of your favorite," Hayden opened the fridge, thankful that Liv had stocked it recently.

"Beer sounds great," Taron leaned back, his head resting on the cushions. He was very uncertain how the upcoming conversation was going to go and he really wanted to stop delaying it, to just get everything out on the table.

Hayden reentered the room, handing him an icy glass of beer.

"Chilled mugs...nice," Taron took a long sip, allowing the liquid to slowly run down his throat. "So, we have some things to talk about."

Hayden sat down on the other end of the sofa, her body angled towards him. She simply just nodded her head, her eyes not meeting his. "Liv planned this whole thing, didn't she?"

Taron nodded, "She is frighteningly persuasive."

"She can be quite scary when she needs to be but she knew that I wouldn't be able to ignore you if you got up and sang to me...she's also rather devious."

Taron smirked slightly, a small giggle escaping, "Well you didn't pull away from me when I reached for you, so I think it worked."

"I really did like the song, it's one of my favorites."

Taron nodded, "I know. I've heard you sing it many times."

"You do sing it so much better than I ever could."

Silence hung between them again, both unsure of where to take this conversation.

Taron took a deep breath, "Hayden I am so sorry for everything that happened. I never meant for it to go like that. I just got excited... I wanted to share us with the world, I didn't want to hide anymore. I wanted to be able to talk about you. I wanted people to know just how much I loved you..." He stopped talking, his eyes scanning her face, "How much I still love you."

Hayden couldn't find her words. She'd thought about why he had done what he did. She'd heard Olivia's argument defending him. She thought back to the moment when she had decided for herself that living in his spotlight might not be that bad.

"Hayden, I never meant to hurt you. I never meant for you to not trust me.." He stopped as she held up a hand.

"I really missed you..." She smiled at him. It was tentative but it was there and it was genuine