Forty Three - Silence Is The Loudest Scream.

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TAYLA'S POV. 
I rolled over lazily in bed, slowly opening my eyes and letting them adjust to the sudden filling of light, noticing that the sun’s rays were peaking in through the little slit in the white lace curtains that hung snugly from the top of my window. The light seemed to bounce off every corner of the white room and settled brightly right over my eyes. I was in bed alone and the memories of last night came flooding in as well as the light pounding of a subsiding headache.

The house fell silent as the only sound that echoed through the seemingly empty house was the uneasy sound of my footsteps lightly patting against the mahogany wood floor boards. As I made my way downstairs cautiously, trying my best not to make any noise at all, the light sound of the television playing was the only sound that disrupted the thick silence of the cozy London flat. As I crept further down the stairs, lightly trailing my hand down the thick jarrah balustrade, the sound of the television grew louder. Noticing that it was the unique voice of the English comedian Alan Carr the steady patting of my feet resided to an unsteady jog.

Once I reached the bottom of the winding staircase I was met with a curly mop of hair that was laying comfortably spread out along the cappuccino coloured couch, with his back facing me. The only thing that was visible was the messy mop of hair that peaked up and over the cappuccino coloured arm rest where his head was neatly resting. His hair lay perfectly tousled on top of his head, disheveled carelessly and flicked over to one side with no effort at all but somehow it still seemed to always look perfect. He lay there, gingerly laughing at the crude jokes that the slightly chubby man would tell.

I walked my way, ever so slowly around to the other side of the couch, pulling the bottom hem of my overly large white tee shirt down to cover my bum. Harry's eyes flickered briefly from the television screen and instantly locked contact with mine. His green orbs drilling holes into the front of my face but I didn't dare break the thick eye contact that neither he seemed to take his eyes off of. His mouth didn't open to form words, however neither did mine. The thick yet comfortable silence hovered over the magnolia painted room that was only accompanied by myself and the curly haired boy.

I cautiously, although not hesitantly, inched my way over closer to the boy, still not a single syllable leaving mine or his perfect lips. I didn't break the eye contact, but instead just watched as his green eyes followed me until I came to a steady halt in front of him. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes again but tried with all my might to hold them back, with which to my success I did so. However, the way that my bottom lip quivered from under me gave it away.

Still without parting my lips to break the silence of the flat I, without hesitation bent forward, and collapsed into his grip. I wrapped my legs around his as his arms wrapped tightly, yet securely around my waist, pulling me in even closer to his warm body. I inhaled the scent of his favourite cologne and the smell wafted into my nostrils, as I made sure to remember the perfect scent in my brain.

His warm lips fell tenderly upon my forehead and all the lines and wrinkles that settled on there seemed to all magically drift away in the matter of seconds. I listened to the steady beat of his heart which seemed to rise slightly as I palmed his chest and began to draw invisible patterns into his torso. The soft hum of his voice filled my ears as he began to hum the tune to a song which I hadn't heard come out of his mouth for such a long time that it physically pained me. 


You're beautiful, you're beautiful, you're beautiful, it's true. 


He sung softly, his hot breath tickling the outside of my ear lobe, and for those few perfect minutes I truly believed, for the first time in a long time, that everything was going to be genuinely okay.

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