Make You Smile

Now kiss.

Taylor's P.O.V

My head felt like it was about to burst. My throat was dry and it was raw from throwing up. I remembered blue on white porcelain.  My stomach churned at the memory.  My eyelids were so heavy I couldn't open them.  What the fuck had happened last night?!

I rolled onto my stomach and almost screamed at how tender the skin at my navel felt. Last night I had gone to the party then Wendy had pissed me off and Tom and I had left together.  Then...it was all a blur.

Dancing. Tom's hands on my skin.  A piercing needle.  Mark's raised voice. Fuck. Why couldn't I remember properly? I'd been so scared. I was standing on a cliff's edge all alone until Mark's arms wrapped around me.

It was a dream that hadn't happened had it? Warm arms held me close.  I opened my eyes slowly heaving a sigh of relief. Mark.  Mark was really here.  Mark stirred from my movements and he held my face gently in his hands watching me closely.

"You feel ok?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"I feel like shit. What the fuck happened last night?" I asked. 

My voice sounded all raspy and weird.

Mark's face hardened slightly.

"You'll need to ask Tom about that."

I frowned and I blushed guiltily. 

"Oh...so that really happened.  I really did go out to some club with Tom and got so fucked up I can hardly remember anything else?"

Mark nodded. 

I stood up from the bed clutching my head.  I felt so guilty.  I'd acted like a fucking selfish asshole Last night.  I really didn't deserve Mark. Tom and I had fucked up. And we both had a lot of making up to do.

I lifted my shirt up wondering why my belly button hurt.  My eyes widened at the belly bar that was now sticking out of my navel.

"What the fuck?! How?!" I croaked. 

Mark nodded.

"Yeah. It's real. At least you didn't get a  tattoo of Tom's ugly face or something." He said.

My eyes widened and I groaned. I knew he was trying to make a joke but I knew he was still pissed. He had every right to be pissed.

"I'm so so sorry. I acted like a complete asshole last night." 

Mark shook his head.

"It wasn't you.  It's that stuff. I know how much it can fuck you up."

I sighed heavily as I remembered Tom placing the LSD on my tongue. Jeez Taylor could you have been any more of an idiot last night? I blushed at the fuzzy memory of Tom's hands on my bare skin. Our faces close together. His lips inches away. Yes I could have been more of an idiot. At least I didn't do anything with Tom. My stomach rolled guilty. But his attention and closeness last night hadn't been unwanted exactly. And that was the worst part.

"Mark. I really am so fucking sorry. I acted like an idiot. I fucked up. I should have been supporting you last night. I made a mistake. Can you ever forgive me? I'll make it up to you I promise." 

Mark's eyes widened and he shook his head shyly as he stood up and wrapped his arms around me.  I didn't deserve his forgiveness. I didn't deserve him full stop.

"There's nothing you need to be forgiven for.  It's Tom I'm mad at not you."

I shook my head.