Plot: Taylor is a camp councillor at a summer camp and meets Karlie, who is returning to the job after being in college.
VERY MILD fluffy smut.
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Aggressively crashing her car into the tiny wooden welcome sign at the foot of the driveway was not the first thing Taylor wanted to do on her first day back as camp councillor.
The material splinters and keels over, timbering onto the stony path beneath it. Cursing under her breath Taylor hastily unbuckles her seatbelt and exits her car to insect the damage. She kneels down in front of the miniature tree felling and grunts in frustration at her own carelessness. A fellow camp councillor - dressed in the same teal blue and beige cargo shorts as Taylor - gallops over to the scene. He's got flaming red hair and a cheeky grin on his face, signalling the arrival of an onslaught of jesting and teasing.
"It is good to have The Hurricane back," Ed Sheeran says, a deliciously boyish chuckle to his words.
Ugh. The Hurricane. Taylor has been a camp councillor for only the past two years at Camp Sweeney Echo, this year being her third. But that has been more than enough time for her to gain the reputation of being an absolute klutz. She recalls her very first day at the camp, colliding with the camp chief and knocking him into the lake. The Hurricane soon became her official nickname amongst her staff piers. Storm Swift, Miss Mass Destruction , Taylor Tornado - there were a few variations. But nothing that stuck like The Hurricane, everybody's personal favourite.
"Jesus, I'm not even standing on the camp grounds and I've destroyed something," Taylor grumbles as she pokes at the very broken welcome sign.
"Eh, it's been here six-ish years. Think it needed replacing anyway," Ed grins, "Good to have you back, Swift," he says and pats the woman on the shoulder.
"Good to be back, Gingerbread," Taylor smirks, "Anyone else here yet?"
"Selena, Zayn, Abigail, and Camila. I think Harry and Khalid got here a while ago too," Ed says, listing off the names on his fingers, "They're all in the canteen. We'll be discussing the camp houses for tomorrow soon."
"Aw, I can't wait to see everybody," Taylor smiles as she wheels her luggage behind her. She doesn't make it two feet before one suitcase swings open and a mountain of clothes and accessories spill out onto the path. Ed has burst into laughter, holding his stomach and steadying himself against the hood of Taylor's car.
"Crap, I forgot I opened it earlier when I went to get water," Taylor groans.
"The Hurricane!" squeals a voice up ahead.
Selena, a fellow staff member and total best friend of Taylor's, throws her arms and legs around the blonde's body and playfully nuzzles into her neck.
"Get off you frickin' goof," Taylor laughs as she tries to shake the koala like grip Selena is making.
"First area of destruction, the parking lot. Subject: Luggage," Selena snorts a she helps Taylor pack her things.
"Actually her first subject was the welcome sign," Ed says as he kicks at its remains.
"That's our hurricane," Selena smirks, "Come on, everyone's inside."
The trio arrive at the canteen, a giant red brick monster of a building with the flags of the world hung at every cloudy window. Groups of councillors sit at different tables. Everyone has a certain coloured shirt for their camp house. A group of councillors in deep teal shirts sit at a table in the middle of the busy hall.
There's a dark haired man with a sharply cut beard and dark eyes. That's Zayn, someone Taylor admits to having the slightest of crushes on. He's tall and dark, sure. But an absolute asshole if she's being honest. However, Zayn was close to the kid favourite of the summer camp. He'd let kids away with climbing too high in the massive oak trees or slip the kids chocolate when it was breakfast time. A sweet soul, maybe, but a woman hungry trouble maker behind the scenes.
