Making It (On Hold Indefinitely)

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Leaving Taylor is always the worst. Especially now, knowing that this may be the last time we see each other before he's off to California.

We spend the hour before he has to leave wrapped around each other. Getting lost one more time before riding the elevator down to the lobby. Brooke and Alec meet us halfway and they look just as somber as I feel. By the way Brooke's curled into Alec's frame and how he's attempting to protect her emotions physically, I can only guess that she's received the same bad news that I've gotten just hours before.

Taylor squeezes my hand just as the elevator doors ping open to reveal the lobby to us. I take a deep breath, tightening my hold on the handle of his suitcase and lead the way out. If it was up to him he would never leave and we'd ride the elevator for eternity.

We find a place to sit in the lobby while we wait for the others. Him pulling me into his lap and wrapping his arms around my waist as I rest my head on his shoulder. The air around the four of us silent and somber.

It pulls my heartstrings as far as they can go, bringing me to wrap my arms around Taylor's midsection and pull myself closer to him. I bury my face into his neck the best I can with his hoodie in the way and when I take a deep breath all I smell is him. His scent. It's intoxicating, but it does nothing to numb the pain I feel. Shutting my eyes tight I try to keep from crying. I refuse to cry. Taylor holds me tighter, noticing the change in my breathing.

"I'm fine." I whisper into his neck, welcoming the soothing up and down motion Taylor uses to rub my back. "I'm fine." I say a second time to assure myself more than him.

"I'm not." He whispers right back and I nearly break. The words falling from his lips torturous.

How could I leave him knowing that? I can't. I don't want to.

"Boys," At the sound of the voice, a voice I've grown to dislike, I tighten my hold on Taylor and he does the same to me. "it's almost time."

Taylor nods his head and then footsteps echo against the floor, traveling away from us. Taylor dips his head and I angle mine upwards, meeting him halfway. Our lips meet first, briefly. More of a peck than anything. But a shiver still runs down my spine at the cool metal of his lip ring brushing against my skin.

Our noses are the next to meet, brushing against each other before giving way to our foreheads. His fingers slip up the back of my shirt, brushing the pads against my skin. Goosebumps travel up from his touch, wrapping around my spine and tightening it's hold with a chill.

I'm going to miss him so much.

Unraveling my arms from around his waist, I slide my hands up his chest and over his shoulders. Fingers moving to graze up the skin on his neck before tracing over the contoured features of his face as I rear back and open my eyes. I take in the way his eyes remain closed and the steady rise and fall of his chest as my fingers trace over his cheeks, his nose, his jaw. Every feature of his face before moving to push the hood off his head and rake through the raven colored tresses of his hair. The strands are soft between the spaces of my fingers, tickling my skin.

His hands travel higher, revealing the skin on my back to the cool air of the lobby. Arms wrapping around me to shield what little he could. He stops just as his fingers graze the clasps on my bra, surging heat across the surface of my skin. I stroke my fingers continuously through his hair, watching the short strands fall right back into place.

Slowly I lean forward and kiss his hair line. Then his scarred eyebrow before moving over to the bridge of his nose and then his cheeks. I kiss my way across his face before taking his lips in mine. The caress soft and gentle.