Ain't It Fun

Chapter 5

The sun peeked through the curtains and you began to stir. You felt an arm tighten around your body and your head was rested upon someones chest. Your eyes popped open as you came to the realization that someone else was in your bed with you. It was only a matter of seconds before you remembered what had happened last night and you let your body relax as you rested your head back on Taylor's chest, not wanting to wake him.

Last night you had fallen asleep, but not for very long. You had a terrifying dream and Taylor had snuck in, ready to comfort you if you needed it, which you did. Waking up in tears wasn't exactly a pleasant experience. He stayed with you and kept you company, holding you protectively despite only knowing him for three days now, and not very well. Taylor talked with you until you had fallen asleep, even attempting to sing for you to make you laugh. He wanted to help you forget about the things that were troubling you and to be honest, it worked. You thought he would've left after you fell asleep but he didn't. Taylor was one of the most genuine people you have ever met. 

You listened to the sound of his heartbeat now as he slept, not wanting to wake him. His breathing was even and light, his hair was a mess and he looked absolutely adorable as he slept. You sat there for a good half an hour just thinking. During that time you wondered what had happened to Melody and Christine. You guessed that they weren't home because they usually made a good amount of noise, yelling about how early it was and Melody trying to explain how french fries weren't a good breakfast choice for Christine who couldn't have cared less. And that was on good days. Melody usually woke up early while Christine slept till noon or past then. Ridiculously loud off-key singing usually woke you up, or the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen or on the rare occasion, Christine yelling for Melody to shut up.

You found yourself tracing his rather defined abs subconsciously as you wondered about Melody and Christine. You were startled when you felt a hand grab yours and you felt your face turn bright red as you looked up to find Taylor. He blinked sleepily and looked at you "(Y/N)..." He mumbled in a groggy morning voice, "Not a good time to start touching my abs, I wasn't ready if you get what I mean." he chuckled slightly sitting up, his voice still laced with sleep.

You couldn't help but get embarrassed. "Sorry.." you mumbled as you sat up in your bed. You grabbed a hair tie from the night table and pulled your messy hair up into a bun. You could feel Taylor's eyes on you and you looked down at yourself to remember you were dressed in a revealing tank top and short shorts. You felt extremely self conscious the second you realized you were hardly wearing anything, your arms found your stomach and covered it; you were never the most confident person. Being in the position like you were, people constantly got on your case about being a little over what they considered to be a "good size" for girls.  You played it off like you were confident but when sitting in front of Taylor Caniff it certainly wasn't easy to play it off.

Taylor furrowed his brow, turning on his side to face you. "Why are you covering yourself, you're gorgeous." he told you and pulled your arm off of your stomach, kissing your hand lightly. You looked at him and smiled.

"Thank you Taylor... Seriously. For driving me home, staying with me, just.. everything." You said to him and he grinned, sitting up and kissing your cheek. The second his lips touched your cheek, the door flung open.

"So do you wa- oh my god, I'm so sorry." Christine blurted out, a laugh came from behind her. It was Dillon. You realized just how bad this must've looked to anyone else. Taylor was shirtless and in boxers, kissing your cheek and you were in a tank top and shorts. You got out of the bed quickly.

"No, no Chris this is not what it looks like." You told her quickly.

Dillon laughed once more "Get it, Tay!" he winked at Taylor, who got out of bed and looked at Dillon, completely unamused.