Hiddleswift-one shots

Getaway car

Hey Hey Hey! Violet is back!!!! That's right! I can still right. I am still as cheesy as ever, and now I have editing software, so you enjoy every cringy sentence with new and exciting English XD

I know, I know, I know, this story is formally 'complete' but I couldn't resist okay! I'm just so proud T-T

The rain poured on the windows. Her sea-blue eyes follow the greenery, her fingers intertwined in his. He moves the gear stick and pushes against the peddles and they drive faster through the countryside. They're hiding, that's what they call it, escaping from the horrors that make you the cry in despair, to the daydream of faraway lands; filled with high pitched laughter and eternal smiles. She needed an excuse to travel around the globe. She aches to run her hands through another head of hair. He craved a break, a different experience, somebody to sweep him off his feet and leave him wondering what happened. Her thoughts drift, she reflects on the past, the people she's trying to forget. The year and three months in someone else's arms. Her attention shifts to the highway as they twist and curves through the trees and fields. Noticing how the water streaks on the glass. The pair remains in a deathly silence, the only conversation, an awkward glare. As they inch further from the city. The storms calming and she parts her crimson red lips into a grin. Her pearly whites on display to the entire world. "What's funny?" he inquires, "Nothing... I'm glad" she laughs. She turns up the radio and winks at him. Her body swerves with the music and her eyes dance. As they turn forward, they see as the hills slopes and the chimneys reaching up to the sky. Hear the as the tarmac road changes to gravel. He swings the car around and reverses into the driveway. She tugs at the handle and jumps out, her heels sinking between the stones. He follows her, enclosing her hand in his, he pulls her closer and kisses her forehead. A fresh start right before them. "Are you happy now?", "More than words can describe".

The pebbles shake under her legs; he leads her through the pathway. They've been feeling lost, forgetting why they came here, what they fought for, what they wanted. She picks up a stone and hurls it as far as she's able into the ocean. He helps her up onto higher rocks and they lay together; he holds her hand and traces the lines. They glance at each other but no words escape their mouths. There's something there, something electric. They smile and take a couple photos, struggling to make their relationship normal. They stay in silence for almost an eternity. He opens his mouth trying to create a conversation. "Rhode Island huh?" he says, "Yeah, this place is amazing, you can be free here... if you know what I mean," she responds. "No, I understand, it's just you, me and the sea. Here, nobody's between us," he beams at her, he can't see anything except her. She lets off a flirty giggle, but looks away. "No, not like before," She murmurs, "Hey... Taylor, look at me". She turns to him, her eyes swimming in the sadness that has consumed her over the past few days. "What are you so afraid of?" Tom asks, "You...". He stares at her, bewildered, what could she mean him? "I'm sorry, it's not you. I've given up so much for us, I can't figure out why. This, us, terrifies me. What's going through my head, you can't describe it..." she explains. The wind blows against her arms and she shudders, maybe it's a mix of the unknown and the weather, but she can't stop shaking. He removes his jack and wraps it around her shoulder. "Here, you smile less when you're cold," Tom laughs, she smiles back at him, growing more comfortable beside him. "You are such a gentleman. I feel so lucky" Taylor chuckles, "I'm not a gentleman, I take care of those who mean something to me," Tom responds. She glares at him. "What do I mean to you then?" she inquires, "Well you're... an angel who's come to show me the right path. You're a gorgeous delicate flower, who I want to treat like a princess for the rest of my life. Whether that is ten years or a hundred, I'll be here for you Taylor," He grins, "There certainly is nobody quite like you," she giggles. He loves that laugh, it's like music to his ears, a reminder that she is happy, accompanied by her breath-taking smile and the way her face lights up. The Taylor that nobody else has the luxury of knowing, the Taylor he cherishes and is lucky to have, the Taylor he's falling in love with. He leans in closer, stares at her tender lips, just about to touch when he hears a click. They shift and face the cameras, which had gone unnoticed this past hour. "Wow, they honestly do follow you around," Tom sighs, "Please don't let that ruin today," Taylor begs, "I don't intend to," he smirks. He hauls her closer and their lips lock, she's taken by the excitement, but she doesn't want to let go. The snaps of the camera sound becoming increasingly distant as they concentrate on each other. Nothing else in the world matters when he's with her. It's like a thousand fireworks had just been let off and it's all in that moment of contact between them. He pulls back and they smile at each other. "Wow," she breathes. They rest there looking into each other's eyes. They forget the past and instead think about the future. He stands up and takes her hand. He walks in front of her, letting his grip relax. She steps forward and encloses her arms around him. They laugh and he pulls her next to him. They walk side by side in synchrony along the waterfront, neglecting the photographers following them. Maybe he isn't a rebound.

They stumble back into the house, she's in fits of giggles, and he's unable to take his eyes off her. She's something from out of this world, something he can't explain, it's like even her faults are perfections. "What now?" He inquires, "We wait," Taylor sighs, "For what?" Tom inquires, mystified, "For this ticking time bomb to go off," she answers. He's even more confused but his mind wonders back to their moment at the shore and the flash of the cameras, it's the only answer he can determine. He considers the reception at home, his reputation as the perfect gentleman, all in the hands of this blonde. As he stares at her, he cares less about what the world expects and more about what she thinks. He beams, glancing at her, he gets this sense he can't express, nothing matters but her. "Are you hungry?" he asks. As though perfectly timed as her stomach rumbles. She nods. "Yeah, just a little," she chuckles. He takes a hold of her hand again and they wander into the kitchen. "What do you fancy? Anything cooked in an oven. Which doesn't require much brain power I can do!" Tom laughs, "I want some chips you know," Taylor smiles, "Sounds like someone has a craving," Tom responds, "Yeah, I think you could call it that," she giggles. He whips special oil on a tray and puts some chips on top. Turns the dial on the oven and pushes the dish to the rear. He makes her laugh with his silly eccentric style and way of doing things, everything becomes so theatrical with him, like it's all a game. Even silly little tasks like putting chips in an oven somehow turn into a dance when he does it. He places a plate in front of her, sprinkles a little salt and pepper then sits down. She flashes a smile at him and tosses her chips around. "Not hungry after all?" Tom suggests, "I think not," Taylor sighs. She thrusts the plate aside and sighs. "I guess I need a decent nights sleep," Taylor says. She stands up, spins on her heels and trudges up the stairs. Tom follows her, up to her bedroom. Taylor looks at Tom as he walks in, a look of both affection and shame. She rips out her earrings and sets them on her bedside, and then kicks off her heels. She twists her body around and remains in her bed. Tom sneaks in beside her, and he wraps his arm around her. She closes her eyes, slowly falling asleep, as he gently caresses her hair, beaming thinking of thoughts of her.

The screen of her phone flashes back on her face. She scrolls through her notifications, the texts, the missed calls. "Tinker Tay snogs a Spy" is that really what people are saying? She reads through the assumptions and the lies, every website updating everything at once. He rolls over, she obviously woke him up. He turns to the clock before turning back. "How are you still awake?" He asks, she can only sigh, trying to hold it all in. He rubs her arm, trying to comfort her. "It's alright, Taylor, it's okay," Tom tries, "You don't understand," her voice cracks, as she tries to hold the tears in. "What don't I understand?" he asks, "This is what they think of me, this is what they really think of me," she sobs. Tom moves his hand past Taylor and presses the power button on her phone, his hand strokes her arm as he moves back. He slowly sits up leaning against the soft pillows, looking down at her, looking at her beautiful sea blue eyes as they create oceans with the pain and heartbreak. "You're right, I don't understand, but reading it won't help Taylor," Tom says softly. Taylor takes a deep breath and looks up at him, her eyes begging him to understand. His look softens and he wraps his arm around her, the warmth from his caring embrace slowly calming her. "I know, I just, I couldn't help it," Taylor replies, her voice sounds calmer and she takes a few breaths, "I've just been so... nervous about what they would say, I guess I just had to find out" Taylor sighs, "I know you have, but there's nothing you can do to change it, there's no point worrying about something you can't change," Tom replies, Taylor nods, and she turns back around, settling down. He watches her for a moment and waits until he thinks she calmed down. He then shuffles back under the soft covers and closes his eyes. Taylor lays, staring at the white walls until she can hear his breathing slow as he drifts back to sleep. She picks up her phone again and turns in back on, the tears swimming her eyes, like a volcano ready to explode. She scrolls past every article and photo until she finds it, his reaction, in brutal honesty... what he truly thinks of her, and what the world truly thinks of her.

Want to hear more about Taylor and her 'Getaway car'? Or maybe you want to know her journey to reputation? Lost and Found, released to Wattpad on the 2nd of September 2018! 

(hehe I think that was discreet of me :P)

https://www.wattpad.com/story/156337525-lost-and-found-taylor-swift-jalor-hiddleswift

all my love

-Violet