Jake and Taylor: A Love Story

Chapter 4: Jake

-Jake's Point of View-

I drive home quickly, hoping maybe I will be able to at least say hi to her on her way out the door as she leaves for work.

I look at the clock, "Damn It!" 15 minutes late. She would have already left! 'It will be fine' I tell myself, 'You could call her or leave another note.' I calm down a little and think about her having to work every night with all those guys hitting on her. She is smart and would never go home with any of them but it still scares me. I don't want to lose her. I pull into the building's parking area and I turn off the car, grabbing my brief case and keys. I coolly get out of the car and loosen my tie as I start to walk up the stairs to my apartment.

I hear One Direction coming from our floor. I roll my eyes, our neighbors are a couple of college students who are in love with Justin Beiber, One Direction, and me. It's flattering but also terrifying. I get out my keys to unlock the door only to find it is already unlocked. I lower my eyebrows in confusion not sure what to expect. I get my phone ready to call the Police. I walk in closing the door quietly behind me and I realize that the music is coming from my own apartment. I look at the TV, Netflix is up on the screen showing the recently watched section. There is a half empty coffee cup on the table. I put my jacket on the back of the couch and walk to the kitchen were the music is coming from.

Then I see her. She is dancing around wearing her 'Tay-Tay' sweatshirt. She is singing loudly and bobbing her head, curls flying every where. I smile and cross my arms leaning against the door frame. She looks so happy, I chuckle to myself, I put my bag down and keep watching her shaking my head and smiling with a goofy grin.

She starts to turn then sees me out of the corner of her eye and turns around screaming and jumping back, covering her mouth with both hands. I can't help but laugh at her, she looked so cute in her pajamas screaming and laughing at the same time.

"Holy shit Jake!" she says still laughing and turning down the music a lot.

"I'm sorry." I say still chuckling to myself and looking at her.

"It's OK..." She says smiling back and standing up straight.

"I thought you were at work." I say walking into the kitchen and undoing my tie completely.

"I took the night off!" She says her smile out to her ears, with her beautiful white teeth showing.

I widen my eyes in disbelief, Taylor never takes the night off, "I'm proud of you!" The only time I could think of that she took the night off was the night she moved in, over 2 years ago.

"Thanks." She says turning over some noodles in a pan on the stove.

"Are you.... Cooking?" I ask gasping in a sarcastic tone.

"Yes and it will be delicious!" She replies putting her hands on her hips and glaring at me. She is bad at hiding her smile.

"I'm sure it will be," I walk into the kitchen opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water, "Can I help?"

"Would you warm up the sauce?" She asks handing me the jar before taking the noodles and straining them.

"How long?" I ask removing the lid and opening the microwave door.

"20 seconds? I think." She says putting the noodles in a bowl. I put the jar in the microwave, thinking. I need to keep up this conversation. I talk for a living yet I can't talk to the girl I love? Pathetic.

"Where did you learn to cook?" I ask hoping that she isn't giving up on me.

"My dad, When I was 10."