hard to love

chapter 59

taylors POV

its been three months since opie proposed. ive been busy alot with my studio, ive stayed booked. i had about five shoots a day three or four days a week and the rest of the week i spent editing and getting ready for previews so the clients could choose which proofs they wanted to buy and order prints.

the club has been busy too. opie has been on a lot of runs the past month. we havent seen each other much. i hope its just to get more money, we wanted to pay piney back for his loan before the wedding. i couldnt help but kind of wonder if he regrets proposing and thats why hes been volunteering to go. i was just being paranoid.

today was one of the days i was at my studio editing, i had the radio turned up. i never locked the door to the studio incase anyone wanted to come in to order prints or book a session.

i didnt even hear him walk in i heard the floor creek behind me i grabbed my gun i kept under my desk. i kept it close to me but aimed in case i needed it, i turned real quick to see happy standing there.

"you always pull a gun on me taylor. not many people live to see the next day when they do that." he said laughing and sitting in the chair at the end of my desk.

"you always scare me. you sneaky fuck. whats up?" i asked him putting my gun back in the holster. i wondered if opie and jax came back with him but didnt want to ask.

"came back early clay needed me."
he said nonchalantily.

me and happy have gotten close but after what happened the day i well me and half-sac shot that nord we havent flirted or anything. i think we both realized that side of our friendship wasnt good.

"did you have fun." i asked laughing

"yeah had a couple sweet butts. very fun." he said

"ew. i wasnt asking about that. please dont ever tell me that shit again hap."
i looked at him with a scrunched up face.

"shit sorry. i gotta talk to you though." he got serious.

"alright. if youre about to tell me about some whore opie fucked please dont. i dont think i could handle that right now." i said not looking at him

he was quiet for a minute. damn it. i looked at him.

"why couldnt you handle it?" he asked with a serious tone.

"damn it. youre telling me he did!" i yelled slamming my hand down

"no he didnt. i dont think so like i said i was busy. i dont think jax would let him. but why couldnt you handle it, whats wrong?"

"i dont know hap. the last month has been weird. hes been on a lot of runs, ive spent almost every day here and a lot of late nights. i dont know if hes doing all this for more money, does he regret proposing to me? i mean hell im just 17 and hes 18 what if hes having second thoughts? is he indulging in the whores? or is him going on runs just club shit and im being paranoid. i dont know. i mean all my friends are gone, except lyla and everyone in the club. maybe i need a break?" i didnt mean to let it all out like that hell i didnt even know i was thinking all that. "shit sorry. ignore all that happy. everythings fine." i said turning back to my computer.

"shit little girl. i got no idea why. i dont think hes stupid enough to "indulge in whores". the club has been busy. maybe go see your friends?" he said as he pulled out my drawer and pulled out my bottle of jack he looked at me with a smirk.
"how did i know?" he laughed.

i could honestly say besides jax and lyla happy was one of my best friends. i knew i could speak freely and him not judge or get mad. and surprisingly he spoke freely with me which was shocking cause he never spoke much. if you wasnt a son you was lucky to get a sentence out of him.