The Perfect Dad - A Taylor Caniff Fanfiction

Soft Hands

        

   ***Hey readers! Hopefully you like the start to this story... I am working really hard on it! I am doing this thing where each chapter has a song, so you can listen to that song while reading this, or you can just listen to it. To view the song, click on the video attached to this chapter. I'm also going to do a picture for each chapter, which will be uploaded on my twitter fan account for taylor. Enjoy! Part 2 is coming soon.***  

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If you can't find the song video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJ_1HMAGb4k

         I parked my car and took the keys out of the ignition. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I grabbed my phone and opened the car door. I shut it and began walking towards Starbucks. When I reached the door I opened it and walked in. To my relief, the line was short. I looked up at the menu and decided to get a Java Chip- It was perfect for my coffee craving and the hot temperature.

       After I ordered, I sat down at a table and pulled out my phone. I browsed Instagram and twitter. After I became bored with that, I glanced around the Cafe. I looked across the room and saw the hottest guy I think I've ever seen. His hair was flawless. He was wearing shorts that shaped his amazing butt, and a muscle tank that revealed his strong arms and defined abs. I think he caught my stare, because he smiled and winked at me. I smiled back and pushed a falling hair back behind my ear. He got up and walked over to the table I was sitting at. 

        "Hi," he casually said. 

        "Hi," I said, trying to be calm.

        "What's your name?" He asked.

        "Reese," I replied

      "Taylor," he said, holding out his hand. I shook it feeling his soft hand. "Are you busy tonight?' he asked. 

        "No," I replied with a small smile. 

        "Meet me at Scoops at 7:00," he said and walked away. I smiled and left Starbucks. I got into my car and drove off to my house. When I walked in the front door, I glanced over to the clock on my wall- it was 4:00. I had plenty of time to get ready. I walked past my mom who was bunched up on a chair in the corner reading a book. "I'm going to get icecream with a friend at 7," I said. 

        "Sounds good," She said. 

        I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. I plopped my bag on the floor and slipped off my flipflops. I walked over to my closet and searched for the perfect outfit. I settled for high waisted shorts, a tie-dye t-shirt, and converse. I layed it out on my bed and walked over to my bathroom. I turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up. When the water was finally warm, I slipped off my clothes and got in. I washed my hair and body, and made sure to shave my legs and underarms extra good. I got out of the shower, wrapped my hair and body in a towel, and walked into my room. I looked at the time- 4;45. I got dressed and went downstairs to get a snack. 

        After about and hour of lounging and eating, it was 5;50. I went back upstairs and straightend my hair. Then, I put on my makeup. I wore some simple eye shadow, mascara, and eye liner. I smudged on some lip gloss and grabbed my shoes and bag. I went downstairs and paced out the door.

        When I reached Scoops, it was 7:01. I got out of the car and looked around. I saw Taylor sitting at a table. I walked over to him.

        "Hey," I said.

        "Hey," he replied. "Ready for some icecream?" 

        "Yeah," I said with a grin. "Sure."

        He got up from the chair and held my hand. He guided me towards the icecream. I got chocolate and he got vanilla. We sat down at the table Taylor was sitting at before. 

        When we finished our icecream we decided to take a walk. We held hands and walked around the area. We reached an area where it seemed to be flooded with flowers, He stopped and turned towards me. He grabbed my head in his hands, and kissed me. My stomach dropped to my toes. He had soft lips and once again I could feel his cool, smooth hands. Our lips unattached, he grabbed my hand, and we walked back to the Icecream shop. When we got back, we exchanged numbers, kissed eachother goodnight, and went our seperate ways.