Pretty Brown Eyes

Chapter 16

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I went back to the hotel, hoping that Taylor would be in there. I took the elevator up to our floor and went straight to our room. I knocked on the door, even though I knew I could just barge in. I had a key. Waiting for Taylor to open the door, I tapped my foot and thought this conversation over. Taylor and I never said I love you to each other and meant it. There were a few times where it was a playful thing with no meaning at all. Now, this is where it got serious, and it was a scary, but exciting thing for me. I was replaying the conversation in my head, considering it two ways. He could easily tell me he feels the same way, or he could just as easily say my feelings are stronger for him than his are for me, and I certainly hope that's not the case. My anxiety grew even higher as my wait stopped and the door opened, revealing my blonde, now ex, boyfriend.

"Hey," I managed to get out.

"Hi," he said.

"Can I come in? I want to talk."

"If this is going to end in me crying and you sleeping with another guy like it did last time we 'talked,'" he said, "I don't think it's such a good idea right now."

I instantly felt guilty. I didn't know he cried, and I didn't want to bring it up.

"No, I promise. None of that."

"Then please come in," he stepped aside.

I walked in and sat in the spinning computer desk chair. He sat on the bed. He was shirtless, wearing only jeans and a bandana around his head. Lord, this was going to be hard to focus.

"What'd you want to talk about?" he asked.

"Us," I said.

"There is no 'us' anymore."

"I know," I said, "and I just have to get something off my chest."

"Well," he slapped his hands on his thighs, "don't hold back."

"Okay," I started, "here it goes. Taylor Caniff."

"Maddison Miller," he smirked.

I smiled, "Can you not? I'm trying to be serious."

"Okay," he smiled, "sorry. Be serious."

"Thank you," I smiled even wider. "Taylor, there aren't many things that I believe in. I don't believe in aliens, I don't believe in ghosts, I don't believe in love-at-first-sight, I don't believe in a lot of things, as I said before. But I do believe in love. Someone once told me that they believe in love, and they also believe in adventure, and if you can have both, well, you're living life as it's supposed to be lived. Being on tour is my adventure, and Taylor, you're my love. I'm in love with you, or at least I think I am. I'll be honest, I was nervous as hell coming in here to tell you this, but now, I'm just glad I got it out. Whether you feel the same way towards me or not is on you. I'm proud of myself for even coming in here to tell you."

Taylor locked his eyes to mine. It felt like we were the only two people in the world, even though we were the only two people in the room. He opened his mouth.

"I don't know much about love," he started, "I don't know anything about it at all to be honest. All I know, is that being with you, and just being around you, is the place I want to be. You make me want to be a better person, and you make me strive for amazing things. If that's not love, I don't think I'll ever know."

I smiled and butterflies grew in my stomach.

"So, what does that mean?" I asked.

"I'm in love with you," he said.

"And I'm in love with you," I said back.

He stood up, taking a grasp on my hands. Gently, he lifted his hand up to the right side of my face, slipping his hand back along my cheek. His hand was warm, and his touch sent shivers down my body. I looked into his brown eyes, remembering every moment I ever spent looking into them. This was the boy I was truly in love with, and I never knew it until now.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, too," I said back.

There it was. Those three little words that meant so much to me, and I now knew it meant so much to him, too. Taylor pulled my hands up, and I got up. He bent down and leaned towards my body. I closed my eyes and waited to feel the touch of his lips that I loved so much. A few seconds later, I felt Taylor pull away. I opened my eyes to see him biting his lip.

"Ha, you want to kiss me," he said.

"Yeah, kinda," I scoffed.

"Too bad," he smiled.

"Taylor Caniff, if you don't kiss me right now-"

"What? What're you gonna do?" he cut me off.

"You don't want to know," I smiled.

"Oh, I think I do now."

"Just kiss me."

He smashed his lips onto mine, and finally the feeling I longed for came back to me. His soft lips moved in sync with mine. He didn't pull away, and quite frankly I didn't want him to. After a good minute, he pulled away.

"I think that was the best kiss I've ever had," he said.

"Nah, Jc kisses a little better," I smirked, knowing it would piss him off.

"Really? Does he? Guess I gotta show him up," he said, kissing me again.

I smiled.

Yeah, this is the boy I was meant to be with.