He Fixed Me (Taylor Caniff Fan Fiction)

Chapter 27

        I trusted Taylor with my life. He was my first friend here and everything I do now, is based around him. He makes me so happy, like I'm on Cloud 9. When we touch, it lights a fire inside of me, one that I've never felt before. Love. Do I really love Taylor? Obviously he was hot and made me experience all these feelings, but is it actually, legit, my first love? Yeah. There was no hiding it. There is no point in hiding it, trying to convince myself it's not true. It is. I love Taylor. But, am I ready for him to see, this? Of course. But I was scared. How would he react? What if I wasn't the right size for him? Will he leave?

   "Baby?" he whispered.

   I stared into his eyes. He noticed my reluctance.

   "Baby, there is nothing to be afraid of. I-I love you. And you are everything to me. My world revolves around you. You make me, me. So, I understand if you don't want to. But just know," he said, staring into my eyes, "I love you and your sizes. Your personality, your beauty. And to me, you are perfection."

   I smiled, tears gathering in my eyes, "I love you too, Taylor."

   He smiled, a light blush appearing on his cheeks.

   I nodded, wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging him as tight as I could.

  "So I can?" he whispered.

   I nod, grabbing one if his hands, pulling him into the bathroom. 

   I watched as he grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head. I quickly looked away, closing the door behind him, blushing. I locked the door. Here goes...

    I turn around to see Taylor sitting on the toilet lid, watching my every move.

   "What?" I ask, insecure if there was something wrong with me.

   "Nothing, your just so beautiful." he mumbled.

   I blush, walking over to my shower. I turn on the water, turning it to the hottest setting.

   I turned around, looking at Taylor. I crossed my arms, embarrassed. Why did I agree to this?!

   He smiled, standing up to his full height. I smiled back, watching him.

   He walked up to me, so only an inch separated us, grabbing my wrist, making me uncross my arms. He put his hands on my waist, leaning in. He pecked my lips, starring straight into my eyes. Love. All I see is love and adoration. I love him. So much.

   His warm hands grabbed te hem of my shirt while his forehead pressed to mine, starring me straight in the eyes. He fiddled with it, smiling at me. His eyes didn't leave mine, making me smile back at him.

   "I love you." he whispered, slowly pulling my shirt up. I smiled wider. The shirt was raised so high my stomach was shown. His eyes still didn't leave mine. He pulled the shirt off of me, us both shirtless.

   I blushed as his eyes finally left mine, he ran his eyes up and down my torso, blank expression.

   I knew it. I wasn't the right size for him. He wanted a small girl, with the perfect curves in all the right places, maybe even a blue eyed, blonde haired girl. I wasn't that. He doesn't wan-

   My train of thought was cut off by Taylor.

   "What are you thinking about, beautiful?" he whispered, looking back into my eyes.

   "Y-you don't want m-me, do y-you?" I stutter, tears gathering in my vision.

   A confused expression covered his face. His warm hands were laid on my bare hips.