Brokenhearted (a Taylor Caniff fanfic )

Chapter 27

It's been two weeks since we've been staying with Taylor's family. It's been nice, they've all gone through great lengths to make sure I feel comfortable and welcome, like i'm part of the family. It's been odd doing family things i've been so accustomed to being alone I forgot what it was like to be apart of a family.

Taylor and I have been looking for houses and appartments online, we've found a few we like and since Dillion will be living with us as well we decided to leave the final decision up to him.

He ended up picking one of the appartments we had picked. It was nice, It was a rather large appartment right in downtown Nashville, TN. It was a four bedroom, and three baths the entire appartment was solid white which I tried to tell Taylor that would end up being a huge mistake especially if we have all of the boys over, but he liked the white and said if the boys were to ruin anything they would be fixing it so I didn't argue him on it.

We're in the process now of just getting everything moved and in place. There has been so much work to do, buying furniture and appliances, plus getting all of Taylor and Dillions things moved, I only the other hand only had two bags to move.

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( A/N in the new house)

I flopped down on the white fluffy couch beside Taylor, after two whole days of getting things arranged everything was finally in the proper place.

"Does it feel like home yet?" I asked turning to Taylor.

"Not quite" he smirked and grabbed me by my waist pulling me in closer to him. His eyes locked in on mine, our faces so close I could feel his warm breath on my neck. My lips intertwined with his, his tongue grazed over my bottom lip asking for entrance that I gladly accepted.

My arms wrapped around his neck and his found their spot at the small of my back. He flipped me so that I was sitting in his lap, never once did our lips break apart. Our tongues fought for dominance.

We continued like this for several minutes until I broke apart gasping for air to enter my lungs.

"Now it feels like home" Taylor smirked causing a blush to form on my cheeks. "Dillion and I are going to the studio for a little to work on some new songs, I was thinking I could give you some money and maybe you could go to the mall and shop for a bit so you aren't just sitting here alone. Besides, You could use it. You dont really have many belongings."

"Thanks Taylor, That's very generous of you to offer, but I don't want to take any money from you."

"Babe, please. You're my girl it's my job to take care of you."

"I don't need fancy clothes or any of that stuff though."

"I know you don't and that's what I love about you, but let me spoil you okay"

I knew there was no arguing with him and besides maybe he's right. It'll be fun to get out of the house and have some time to myself.

"Fine. Thank you." I said and left a peck on his lips before running off to the shower. If I was going out I would need to look somewhat presentable.

After I finished washing I brushed through my hair and teeth, put on a bit of mascara, blow dried my hair and went to find a proper outfit nothing too over the top.

I decided on a pair of dark faded high waisted shorts, a silky white crop top and my white vans.

I made my way to our kitchen. 'Our kitchen' wow that sounds weird. Taylor had left a butt load of money on the counter far more than if ever need to shop with. I placed the wad of money into my wallet and headed out locking the door behind me.

Since we live right downtown the nearest tanger outlets are only a few blocks away.

The streets were busy with people walking to and from. Cars raced back and forth. It was much different from what I was raised in. I was a country girl, I never did see much of the city although I always knew the city was where I belonged.

I finally made it after about ten minutes of walking. I decided on one if my favorite stores, Zumiez. I rummaged through the racks of jeans and shirt seeing as how autumn was in the air I might need something other than shorts which was all I have at the moment. I decided on a pair of ripped light wash skinny jeans and a few obey and diamond sweat shirts.

I stood in line waiting to check out.

"Hey you're Taylor's new bitch aren't you?" I turned to see where the voice was coming from. It was a pretty blonde girl, and although she was pretty she was fake. Everything about her, her blonde hair was dyed, her dark roots showing. Her face was plastered with layers of makeup, and by the orange tint to her skin I'm assuming it's a spray on.

"Excuse me?" I ask clearly offended and taken back by her statement. "And who are you?"

"Oh I wouldn't expect Taylor to have mentioned me. I'm his ex Bridget. We broke up just before he left for Cali. See, I don't do long distance relationships especially for that long. It's nice to see he found a rebound girl. Although he could've done much better even for a rebound."

"Excuse me but you might want to rethink how you're talking to me."

"You need to rethink who you choose to mess with." She growled as she stepped closer to me us standing nose to nose. "I hope you enjoy my leftovers" she giggled as she skipped out of the store.

Taylor never told me he had just got out of a relationship when we met. Why would he keep something like that from me? she could be lying. She could just be a crazed fan trying to mess with me. Should I mention this to Taylor? a million different questions formed in my head as I contemplated my options.

What if I am just a rebound? Does Taylor really even love me?

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A/N

Sorry this chapter is so choppy.

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