The Break Down

24.

(Taylor's POV)

"Katos, do you love me?" I ask the beautiful dark haired man with greenish eyes, hesitancy in my tone. He turns the corner and smiled, "of course Angel. I always have, always will, why would you ask?"

He sits down next to me on our couch and pulls me into his lap enveloping me in his arms. "I saw you looking at a woman today in the market....I guess I just felt like I wasn't enough for you." I look down at my fingers.

"Angel.....you are all the woman I will ever want. Any man who thinks that you aren't enough is a fucking fool. You're beautiful, smart, powerful, and most of all the kindest soul I've ever met...and I love you with all my heart."

My heart melts by these soft words and I press my lips to his gently, but it quickly turns feverish, wondering hands and soft whimpers from the two of us being echoed off the walls. Heavy breathing and lips crashing together-

I shoot up with a gasp and my hand flies to my chest. I look around and Zayn sits up quickly taking me in his arms. I look at him and then relax my body. "Hey are you alright love?" I nod slowly and lay back into his arms and he lays us down so I'm curled into his body.

I bring my hands to my lips in shock because I felt everything in that dream as if it were really happening. I don't like that feeling. "What spooked you?" I explain to him the dream and how I felt everything that happens and I can feel his body tense and his breathing deepens.

"Did you like it?" I whip up and look at him. "Are you kidding me?, no Zayn I definitely didn't like that." He sits up and looks at me as if he's studying me.

"What?" His golden eyes wonder up to my face and they slowly darken. "Your heart is racing, breathing quick, slight beads of sweat forming and your smell...is different." I look at him confused and slightly pissed that he thinks I'd enjoy that monster.

I stand up calmly from the bed. I turn around and glare at him, "Fuck you Zayn. I can't believe that you think I would enjoy that monster touching me."

His eyes fade back to normalcy and I scoff at him and slam the door shut behind me and stomp downstairs. I storm right past Ian and my daughter and they both look at me with worry. I walk into the kitchen and let the door shut behind me and lean over the counter staring off in anger at nothing.

I hear a soft whisper and then the door opens slowly and I know it's Ian, it always is. I sigh and he goes, "don't sigh at me like that Taylor, tell me what's wrong." I whip around in shock. "Oh we are using first names now?" He slightly smirks and flicks his gaze to the side, "For the moment, yes."

I squint my eyes and turn back around. "Do you want me to call you something else?" I feel him close behind me. I turn my head to the side and shake my head. "No, it's just different hearing you say my name."

He chuckles and turns me around and holds my hand gently. If I hadn't have seen him do it I wouldn't have even noticed. I look back up at him and he's staring at our hand. "What's wrong?" He looks into my eyes with his piercing blue ones.

I feel my eyes get heavy. "I'm just mad...I feel like Zayn doesn't trust me anymore, or that he thinks I'm this weak little baby that can't help anybody." I look at the floor and then back up. "But I'm not, I-I am strong and I just need him to see that."

Ian wipes away a tear that I didn't know was there. "Believe me gorgeous, he sees it....we all do. No one thinks you're not strong enough. That little girl out there is so worried about you." I look over his shoulder with longing.

"She knows first hand just how strong her mommy is. She loves you so much and she looks up to you. You know that every day you were gone she practiced magic with me and by herself so that one day she can be as strong as her mom." I smile and look down at the ground.