Innocent

Chapter 20

Taylor's POV

"Taylor what are you doing here?" he had just woken up, his voice is raspy and he just stands in boxers.

I push his bare chest back into the bedroom and on to the bed. I quickly pull my shirt over my head, dropping my shorts to the floor, staring at him.

He stares at me with a wide grin. He sure as hell doesn't oppose when he sits back up, pulling his boxers down and bringing me close to him.

I climb on top of him, rolling the condom over his erection and lower myself down, moving my hips against him. He's not the size of Liam and he's most definitely half the size of Harry. But all he is, is a fuck buddy. That's what he always will be.

Zayn.

Harry's POV.

I change out of my wet clothes and sit back down at the table. My head falls and rests on my arms, "I want her back."

"She treats you like shit Harry! she bluntly said she doesn't want you to fix her! just let her be. Give up while you can."

"I'm too deep Louis. I can't just give up on her." I sigh, looking up at him. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have pushed her. I should have just let it go."

"She'll do what she needs to do and she come back. I promise Harry." Liz reassures me and pats my back.

"I just don't want her to feel broken anymore"

"You can fix her Har, but you have to do it discreetly. Like she never would know you're helping her." She informs me and I get up, putting on my shoes.

"I'll be back." I grabbed my keys and headed to my car, pulling out of the parking lot.

I first stopped at Home Depot, "welcome to Home Depot, is there anything I can help you find today?"

"Yeah, actually a lot. But let's start off with the first thing. I need a glass sider door," I handed her the measurements and followed her to the section where the sliders hang.

"Theses ones will fit your measurements."

I pick out the simple glass one with black trim, next we go to bathroom mirrors, since I knew that you can't scrub off spay paint as much as you try.

Also, I get some more paint. Checking out the total came to about 800 bucks. I had a tough time accepting it but it really only was three days of work. About 10 hours. I'll survive.

After getting them to agree to deliver it today at noon, I run to best buy, getting a new tv that was under her warranty and lastly going to Macy's and getting her a new comforter.

I asked Louis to meet me at her penthouse at 11:30. Giving me a half hour with him, taping the living room and bedroom before Home Depot comes with the stuff.

When they arrive they take out the door, replacing it. As well as the mirror, in an hour they were done. I tipped the guys 50 bucks each and Louis and I went back to painting.

The paint was the same neutral tan color, just covering up the scuffs.

While we let the paint dry, I swept up the glass and Louis made her bed. He helped me take down the old flat screen and replace it.

When everything is done I take a step back admiring our work. "I still don't see why you did this mate. She still hurt you"

"Yeah she did. But she deserves someone doing something nice for her." I place the flowers I bought her on the island counter, "thank you for your help though. I'll get the finishing touches and clean up the paint." I gave him a hug and he left the room, leaving me alone.

I plugged my phone into her stereo system, playing Skinny Love the Birdy version. The paint dried and I took all the tape off, closing the lid and putting it in her closet.

By the time I was fully finished it was about five. She has to come home soon right?

The door swings open and she stops in her tracks, taking in her newly finished penthouse. "Wh-Harry" she puts her purse down on the counter and smells the flowers.

"I'm sorry." I stand, walking over to her.

"Why did you?"

"It needed to be fixed anyway and I had nothing to do... so Louis came over and helped." She still had shock in her eyes, they start to water. "No, I'm sorry, please don't cry."

I run over to her, holding her waist and she takes a step back. "i'm sorry Harry."

"What? No, hey look it's fine. I promise I won't pry anymore. I'm sorry it was my fault. I should know my boundaries so it's my fault. I won't try to fix you and I'm sorry."

She shakes her head, "no it-Harry I was mad and" she stops and moves my curls out of my face "I did it out of anger and I never meant to hurt you."

"It's okay. I mean I'm okay, I understand you were mad and I know you needed to do what you needed to do."

"And do you know what that is Harry?"

I was confused, she just needed a drink right? i shook my head, "I-I don't want to know."

"I went over to Zayns"

No, no she didn't. She's lying to me. She has to be.

I step away from her and she tries to grab my hand, "I was mad. I didn't know you were going to go out and do this for me!" She points at the room and even my clothes.

I had put on jeans that were actually long enough for me, with a black button up, buttoned to the top and my hair was in the mop of curls she loves, without my glasses.

"Just stay, let me make you some coffee. We can talk about this."

I shook my head again, "you're lying to me. You even told me yourself that you hate cheaters. And look at yourself Taylor!"

"Please just listen. I don't know any better Harry! I don't know how to express my feelings! I act out and I know I shouldn't, and I'm sorry. I am so sorry. You're the best thing that's ever been mine and I screwed it up. I know I did and I'm sorry. I just didn't know what to do. He means nothing to me! I didn't even kiss him."

"So you can just have meaningless sex Taylor?! Is that what I am to you? just another one of your guys you get your fix from and as soon as you get it, you-you just throw me to the curb!?" I had started to tell and Taylor takes a step back, not used to my mellow demeanor turned angry.

"No, that's no Harry. You mean so much more to me. More than you can even imagine." She actually starts to cry in front of me, and she's not ashamed.

"Then why don't you fucking tell me Taylor! I just sit here and hope that I'm good enough for you, and I hope that I'm doing everything okay! because you don't tell me! you don't communicate with me"

"I'm sorry! I don't know how! but I am now and I'm telling you that am I so scared to lose you, you have made me a better person that I didn't even know was possible. And Harry, god damn it Harry, I love you." She walks closer and wipes my tears away. "I love you" she whispers, just loud enough for me to hear.

"You have a really shitty way of showing it"

"I know. And I'm sorry. I work on it."

"You promise?" I ask

She nods, "I promise Harry."

"Let me show you what I did." I grab her hand and bring her into the bathroom, the mirror was ten times bigger and stretches across the whole wall over the sinks. A new hair blowdryer rests next to the tooth brush holder and then I show her the new comforter.

"It's beautiful Harry. Thank you"

"It now matches the owner." I smirk and give her a kiss.

She loves me, she finally loves me.