Do Players Fall In Love?

Chapter 36.

Chapter 36.

Taylor's P. O. V.

As night falls, it seems that this has been the longest day of my life. I have my phone shut off, not in the mood to talk to anyone and just looking out the window. I can't stop thinking.

Zach is right; I am keeping something from him. I don't feel ready to tell him though. I'm scared it'll change the way he thinks of me. It was in the past and the whole situation changed me.

He did go to the restaurant and clean up, thoroughly apologizing. I don't know how he does it, but he's got my mom wrapped around his finger as she forgave him quickly. She even gave him something to eat, telling me that he seemed very sincere. I wouldn't know, I hadn't seen him since this afternoon.

It's now midnight, and I haven't seen the light in Zach's room turn on. He hasn't been home, and he hasn't tried texting me or anything. Not that I expected him too, I just hate when there's tension between. It doesn't help that I still feel like shit. I took my medicine and been wrapped in blankets since I laid down, keeping a box of tissues and my waste bin next to my bed.

Interrupting my thoughts, I hear the doorbell ring. I don't bother getting up, since it's probably more stuff that my mom ordered online coming in. Although, it is running pretty late for deliveries.

There's a hesitant knock on my door. I open my mouth, ready to tell my mom that I in fact did take my medicine, when my eyes meet burning blue one. I fight the urge to roll my eyes out of being petty. The urge hardly lasts a second after I see what's in his hands.

"Hi baby," he half-whispers, looking nervous. He's carrying a white teddy bear, a plastic bag, and some folded up fabric. He closes the door behind him, and I try but fail to hide my smile. He's wearing black sweatpants and a plain white shirt. My eyes connect back with his as he turns towards me again, a sheepish smile on his lips. He rolls his bottom lip into his mouth, walking to my side of the bed.

I sit up now, keeping the blankets wrapped around me. I probably look like shit, red nose to match my red shorts, and black tank top. I usually would scramble to put on a sweatshirt or purporsely hide my arms, but he knows about my tattoo now, so I guess there's no point.

"What is all this," I ask, trying to figure out what's in the plastic bag.

He sits down next to me, placing everything between us. I reach my hand out for the teddy bear, but he stops me.

"No, wait, you only get these if you kiss me," he says, his hand grabbing my wrist. His thumb runs over my tattoo, and he pouts a little.

I shake my head, and quickly lean into him, leaving a small kiss on his lips. It's a little motion, but it warms me nonetheless. He mutters, "Better one," and I oblige, kissing him longer. It sounds insane, but all the tension in my joints loosen, and I feel an overwhelming adoration for this idiot.

I pull away and he gives me a goofy smile, dimples on full display.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry, and I know this doesn't solve everything but still," He says, placing the plush bear in my hand.

"Thank you," I mumble, and I can't help but smell his, cologne? On the bear?

"Did you-"

"Spray axe on it? Yeah, so it smells like me, and maybe you'll stop taking all my clothing," I roll my eyes, still smiling at the thought behind it.

"Speaking of, I also brought a shirt, if you wanted to put it on now, ya know," He suggests, handing the folded up black fabric. The smile is permanently etched into my face at this point. I know he won't admit it, but he definitely likes when I wear his clothes. Zach just likes to play it off as I keep "stealing" his clothes, but he's giving me the chances to. Pulling the shirt over my head, he continues.