Magcon Imagines/Preferences

Taylor Caniff Imagine- Cute

It was finally time. He was finally home for once. And I don't mean LA, I mean home home. Indiana. I heard a car pull up and park in our driveway. I checked my appearance once more, and took a deep breath. "It's just your boyfriend.", you're probably thinking. "Why are you freaking out so bad?" I get that it's just Taylor. But I haven't seen him in months. And as soon as I heard that car pull up and the door slam, every bad thought ran through my head. 'What if he's still mad about the fight? What if he's actually here to break up with me, not take me to a movie?' He walked up the steps. My heart was pounding in my chest. He knocked on the door. I froze. I couldn't do this. My head was telling me no but heart kept telling me to walk as I headed towards the door. I was literally shaking as I gripped the doorknob. I took a deep breath and pulled the door open. There he was. After all those months of waiting for him to come back. He was finally here. The next thing I knew, my arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands were rubbing up and down my back. I don't know when I started crying, but there was a black, wet patch of mascara on his neck from where my tears had fallen. My face was pressed against his neck and he pulled me closer, if that was even possible. "Don't cry baby girl.", he mumbled in my ear. He pulled back and wiped underneath my eyes. "I'm sorry Tay.", I said quietly. "For what Princess?". "For getting makeup on your neck." He laughed. "Don't worry about it babe.", he replied, kissing my forehead before he pulled me into his arms again. Once we pulled away for the second time, he handed me the keys to the Corvette. "C'mon babe. The movie isn't going to wait for us.", he said. I stared down at the keys in my hand in awe. Taylor had NEVER let me drive the Corvette. It was his baby. The first and the last time I had asked to drive it had ended in an argument right before he left, which was mainly why I was so nervous to begin with. "You're letting me drive the Corvette?!" "Yeah. I am." "But what about you being worried about me 'scratching your baby' or getting pulled over and 'getting your baby impounded'?", I asked, recalling our fight. "I shouldn't have put my liking for the car before my love for you and I'm sorry. The only baby I have is you.", he said, smirking lightly. "Watch it Caniff. Just because I'm only 16 doesn't mean I'm a baby. I can still kick your ass.", I fake-threatened. He rolled his eyes and leaned down to kiss me. I faked him out, screaming, "First one in the car wins!". I ran down the steps and towards the car, until I fumbled with the keys and dropped them, silently cursing at myself for being so clumsy. But before I could pick them up, I was pulled up and pinned against the side of the Corvette. Taylor's lips were on mine before I could protest. When we broke apart, he bent down and grabbed the keys, handing them to me once again. I took them and smiled at him. "Thanks for letting me drive Tay." He shrugged. "Whatever my Princess wants my Princess gets." I grinned and leaned up and pecked him on the lips again before opening the door and getting in, Taylor doing the same. Once we got on the road, Taylor grabbed one of my hands off the wheel and intertwined our fingers together. "I love you Y/N." "I love you too Tay."