Chapter 1:
Narrator's POV:
He sighs as he sets his bag down at the opening to his room.
He'd been gone for so long, this place almost felt unfamiliar to him. But it wasn't, it was his childhood home.
He stretches his arms out and literally flops face first onto his bed. The only warmth he's felt in months. As he engulfs himself in the familiar scent of the sheets, he hears the door slightly open.
"Taylor?" his dad says in a groggy voice.
"Yeah?" He stands off his bed and almost runs into his father's arms.
"Why didn't you tell me you arrived?" His dad playfully ruffles the bed of curls that were too long for his father's approval.
Taylor laughed and slipped away from his reach. "I didn't want to wake you." He smiled.
His dad nods understanding. "Want to catch some breakfast before I head off to work? You could even tell me all your touring stories." Taylor's dad playfully rose his eyebrows up and down.
"Gross." Taylor rolls his eyes. Getting his father to laugh. "Actually," Taylor mentioned. "I've been looking forward to sleep in my own bed for many nights now. I think I'll join you for dinner instead."
His dad nods. "Very well son. I hope you get the rest your body needs."
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He lays in the bed he has literally dreamt of for way too many nights. He huffs frustrated as he couldn't ev get an ounce of sleep.
He was exhausted beyond belief.
His body was all banged up and surprisingly asking for more of the adrenaline that perfomaning gave it.
His head was mush but swirling with lyrics his hoped one day he can hear her sing...
He sighs as he shuts his eyes hoping to finally rest his mind, body, and soul...
*BRRR..*
His phone on the dresser vibrates as he groans and sleepingly reaches over and answers..
"Hello?" his voice as sleepy and as groggy as his father's.
"Hey T, it's me... Hayley..." his heart get caught in his throat. She sighs.
"Hey." He says as he clears his throat and sits up. "What's up?"
"How are y-"
"Don't." He cuts her off. "Don't do that... you know I'm fine we literally saw each other a couple of hours ago." He swallows..."what is Hayley? What do you want?"
" I was actually wondering if we can meet up? I think we need to talk..."
He sightly bites down on his bottom lip and nods,
"yeah. Where do you want to meet?"
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**Hello everyone and welcome to the second part of Down to You. I know this chapter is short, but I just need to set up a couple of things before this story really takes off.
Happy reading!**
