Magnetic Attraction

Chapter 4

KNOCK KNOCK

I wipe my tears and peer through the glass window in my front door. All I see is a dark figure, I can't make out who it is in the dim lighting on my front porch. My heart is beating out of my chest and my tears have stopped pouring down my face, I feel as if I'm actually frozen with fright. Alright this is it. This is the night Hayley Williams is brutally murdered in her own home.

"Hayley" I hear a very familiar voice say, "Hayley I know you're in there, we need to talk about what happened".

I stay silent, sitting on the stairs, holding Alf in my arms. I am so not ready to talk about this, whatever this is, whatever transpired... We need to just pin it down to two drunk friends making a mistake, a stupid mistake, which hopefully won't destroy our friendship. As much as I wanted T in the moment, I need him in my life, and I can't risk ruining the friendship.

"Alright well I didn't want to do this but fuck it." I hear from behind the door. Within seconds, there is a rustle of keys and soon my door creaks opens to Taylor,  standing there dripping wet in my entryway. Shit, I forgot he had a spare key.

"It started raining again". He says as he walks over to me and sits down awkwardly by my side. I can't seem to open my mouth to respond so I just give him a small nod. You can literally cut the tension in the room with a spoon, I hate how awkward this is. Why did he have to kiss me? Why did I have to kiss him back? I glance at him through the corner of my eye, Alf has now left my lap and is sitting between us with his head on Ts' thigh, little furry traitor.

"So I wanted to say-"

"Do you need a towel? You should probably dry off" I say, cutting him off as quickly as possible. I jump to my feet and make my way very quickly up the stairs to my linen cupboard and grab a towel out. I need more time, I can't go back down just yet. I can't get over the audacity of Taylor right now, he makes out with me and then follows me back home so I can't even have time to think about it? 

To procrastinate a little longer, I walk slowly to my bedroom remembering the sweater I stole from Taylor a few days ago. I dig under my pillow and find the pyjamas I wore last night, plucking the black hoodie from the pile. So what if I wore it last night, it's a comfortable jumper. I bundle the material in my arms and bury my face down into it. I love stealing T's hoodies,  there is always something really comforting about them. I think back to last night when I had just gotten off a stressful phone call to a supplier for Good Dye Young, as soon as I slipped his hoodie over my head I  was instantly feeling  more at ease. Thinking about it now it probably had nothing to do with the jumper but who had worn it previously... Alright Hayley, it's now or never. Taylor was right, we need to straighten this out. You love him too much to ruin anything and that's exactly what is going to happen if we just ignore the super hot, albeit very inappropriate, makeout session we had earlier tonight. 

I succumb to the inevitable and slowly make my way back downstairs to Taylor and find an empty staircase.

"T?" I say hesitantly as I walk down the stairs. He better not be on my couch when he's that wet. 

I turn the corner into the sitting room and find Taylor laying on the floor in front of my unlit fireplace, one hand half heartedly plucking away on an acoustic guitar, while the other is drooped over alfs belly as he absentmindedly strokes his belly fur with his eyes closed. I can't help but stand back and take this opportunity to watch him. As I lean against the archway, my eyes are drawn to his peaceful face. He looks as if he has no cares in the world, as if he might not of just thrown 15 year's of friendship down the toilet. He's cheeks are slightly flushed from the alcohol and he has a slight smile resting on his lips.

My eyes slowly wonder down his body to the strip of skin exposed from the way his shirt has risen as he's laid down. I take in the hair that is trailing up from his jeans on his taut stomach. As hard as I try to stop staring at my friend, I can't take my eyes off him. It's almost as if I'm in imprinting this memory into my mind. It's an almost domestic picture, a hot guy, holding a guitar and patting and a cute dog in my living room. An almost perfect moment. 

"You can always take a photo if you'd like."

"W-what?" I splutter as I'm pulled from my thoughts.

"Take a picture, it will last longer, then you won't have to stand there leaning against the wall staring a at me all night like a wierdo".

"God T, you're so full of yourself, I was just... answering an email". I say lying through my teeth.

"Uhuh, sure Hayles" he says as his smile broadens on his face, he can see straight through my horrible attempt at lying.

Before walking into the room I sneak my phone out and take a quick photo, it's just too cute of a moment to pass up. Besides, I'm sure when everything is back to normal with Taylor I'd regret not taking it. I slip my phone back into my pocket after stealthily taking a snap and I sit cross legged next to Taylor, using Alf as a barrier just in case either of get another wave of hormones or whatever the fuck happened before. 

"So let's talk T."

A/N: Sorry this was a bit of a boring, filler chapter, I hope you are all still enjoying the story! Don't forget to favourite and comment, it really helps motivate my writing knowing people are actually enjoying it!