Brokenhearted (a Taylor Caniff fanfic )

Chapter 26

I snuggled up into Taylor and made myself comfortable for the long plane ride to Indiana, Dillion sat impatiently on his phone on Taylor's other side.

With Taylor's comforting embrace and familiar fragrance I soon fell back into a deep sleep.

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"Babe. Babe, wake up." I heard Taylor calling from a distance. My eyes fluttered open and I rubbed the mass of sleep that had formed in corner of my eyes.

"We're about to land." he informed me.

"Already? how long was I out?"

"Only a few hours" he answered placing a kiss on my cheek. "You know as many times we've slept in the same bed I never realized how beautiful you are when you're sleeping"

My cheeks began to burn as they turned a slight shade of red.

"You're always beautiful, even at your worst you're still the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

"Taylor." I paused as if I was gonna say this whole meaningful, sweet paragraph but no. "You're a fucking liar"

"I am not"

"Yes, yes you are."

"You're beautiful, I'm so lucky. You're mine and only mine."

"See you just lied again. I can't possibly be only yours, you know you have to share me with Haley." I teased.

"I was never good at sharing, besides can Haley do this?" he asked before kissing me harshly and rough. A kiss so full of passion and lust.

It was as if nothing else existed in the world, but me and Taylor when we were kissing. Sparks flew all around, an electric tingle erupted through my body.

"Ew enough enough" Dillion said causing us to break apart.

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We stood at the baggage claim, our luggage in hand and we started to make our way towards the airport lobby.

A small boy around the age of five latched onto Taylor's legs.

"Tay!" the boy yelled as Taylor picked him up off the ground into a hug.

"Hey bud." Taylor cooed and gently placed him back onto his feet.

"Hi, I'm Tristen." The boy said turning to me. I knelt down so that I was eye level to him.

"Hi Tristen, I'm Parker."

"I'm Taylor's little brother" he said with a proud adorable little grin, almost identical to Taylor's.

"It's nice to finally meet you." I smiled and he wrapped his arms around my neck in a welcoming hug. I hugged him back and he released me. He started to tug at the bottom of Taylor's shirt.

"She's prettyyyyy" he said carrying out the 'Y'.

'Yeah, she is." Taylor giggled as he took my hand in his.

"Dad, this is Parker." Tay said causing me to jump slightly startled. Dad? I hadn't even realized he was standing there.

I'm making a terrible first impression. Oh God.

"Hey. I'm Kevin, Taylor's dad." He said as he shook my free hand.

"And this is my dad's girlfriend" Taylor gestured to the red haired lady standing beside Mr. Caniff.

"Kelli" she smiled as she waved slightly.

"Parker" I quickly responded. My anxiety taking over, my heart began to race and my breathing got slightly heavier.

Oh no.

I can't have an attack now. This can't be happening. I tried calming my self, but that only made it worse. Taylor wrapped his arm around my waist tight, reassuringly.

"Shh it's okay baby, breathe, breathe. I'm right here." He whispered so that only I can hear him. He kissed my cheek gently and within moments my heart beat had returned to normal and my breathing slowed.

How did he do that? He stopped a panic attack, almost as if he's my drug, my medicine.

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After a few hours of driving with Dillon and Mr. Kevin joking around, Tristen playing with Taylor, and me just listen to the music through my headphones. We finally pulled into the concrete driveway of a small yet comfortable white house. It had a rather spacious yard. It was nice although it wasnt home and that hit me.

It reminded me of my home, of the family I once had and with those memories came pain. A knot in my chest, a hole in my heart that im affraid will never be filled. I was once a religious girl, christians believe that God will not allow you to carry any burdens, he will not place any bumps in the road that you can not over come. I'm not sure how i've made it this far or why, i'm not sure of my purpose in the world or if I even have a purpose, but I do know that God has placed Taylor in my life for a reason. If it wasn't for him and those other thirteen boys I wouldn't be here now. 

I cant tell you how many times i've sat alone in my room, razor in hand, cuts and scars up to my elbows and down to my knees, from the pain of losing my dad and from all of the hurt my mother put me through. The words of people at school ringing back and forth through my mind. 

These guys changed that.

My tears of pain turned to tears of happiness. They're life savers and without them I wouldnt be here now. I owe everything to them, Taylor especially. 

"Babe are you okay?" Taylor asked, worry written all over his face. 

"Yeah im fine"

"Then  why are you crying love?" He wiped several loose tears from my cheeks.

Crying? I hadn't even reallized I was crying. 

"I'm sorry. I was just thinking. Im okay."

"What were you thinking about?" He asked genuinely. 

"I was just thinking about everything, of how far i've come, everything i've been through, we've been through" I corrected myself. "I owe you my life, Taylor." 

"You don't owe me a thing. You we're a fan, you supported me, through all of my mistakes, you stayed through all of it. When I met you I knew you were special. I noticed your scars, I saw the pain you were hiding behind that beautiful smile of yours. Then I got to know you in that hotel and I fell in love." 

"Fell in love?" I asked nervously.

"Fell in love. I love you, Parker Faye"