The New Girl

Chapter 15

Nichole's POV

"No way!" I say starting to laugh.

"I'm serious! He nearly pissed himself. It was to funny."

We both continue to laugh.

"But anyways I wanted to talk to you something."

I nod, waiting for him to continue.

"Well I'm not supposed to say anything so you can't tell Taylor."

Again, I nod.

"When he went out with your brothers the other night they showed him something."

He pulls out his phone and starts typing. After a minute or so he turns the phone back around. I start reading the comments. All of them about Taylor and I. Most being bad.

"So they showed him a bunch of bad comments?"

He nods.

"But there's more to it. They specified on one type of comment. The ones that say things like 'he's using her' and 'look at how he dresses' and stuff like that."

"I'm not understanding."

"Taylor doesn't like when people judge him based on his looks. He's very picky on that for some reason. But anyways, now that people are bring you into that he feels like he needs to change and stop riding his bike and stuff. He doesn't want people to think just because he looks that way he's going to hurt you."

"That's ridiculous! I love his style and Taylor isn't that kind of person."

"Exactly. And I've already noticed him 'changing'. So I just wanted to let you know because I'm hoping you can knock a little sense into him."

"I will. As soon as we get home."

"No. You can't tell him I said anything. He'd kill me."

"So how do you want me to help?"

"Just try and do it more subtly."

I nod. We finish our coffees and head home.

"Tay! Nash! We're home!" I shout once we walk into my flat.

"In the living room!"

Cameron and I walk into the living room to see them watching the game. I sit next to Taylor and lean into his side. He doesn't even look down at me. I just ignore that and watch the game.

After about an hour the game is over.

"Damn I'm tired," Nash says yawning.

"Yeah me too. Let's head."

They get up and head to the front door.

"See you later!" they both shout.

Taylor and I say bye.

"So what did Cameron want?" Taylor asks with annoyance clear in his voice.

I remember what Cameron said and decide not to tell him.

"Nothing real important. Just talking."

He nods his head. We sit there in quiet until Taylor stands up.

"I'm going to bed."

He stomps all the way up the stairs. I roll my eyes and walk into the kitchen. I fill up a glass with water.

After I finish, I slowly walk up the stairs. Taylor's rolled over on his side facing away from the door. I sit down behind him and set my hands on his back. I gently rub up and down. He rolls over onto his stomach. I giggle and continue rubbing his back.