Begin Again

7. Guilty

"Taylor..." A voice whispered disturbing me from my slumber. "Taylor, babe come on...let's get you inside." I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and another secured itself round the back of my knees and I was lifted out of what I realised to be a car. As we reached the front door, I managed to peel my eyes open and gaze at the face of my saviour. 

"Harry..." I whispered.

He glanced down at me and smiled warmly. "Hey..." he breathed. I jumped out of his grasp and fumbled for the keys in my pocket. Upon opening the door, I turned to face Harry. 

I just stared at him for what felt like hours whilst he stared back. I opened my mouth to speak, but Harry had beat me to it. He hands placing itself firmly around the back of my neck and his lips attaching themselves to mine. Oh how I'd missed this. "Harry..." I moaned as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. 

He pulled away breathlessly and put his forehead to mine. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that for, Taylor" he whispered. I smiled in reply, still out of breath.

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It had been two weeks of silence between Beau and I, and I had finally plucked up the courage to text him. I still felt incredibly guilty for kissing Harry, but I was so caught up in the heat of the moment and the fact that Harry practically saved my life, that I felt as if denying him the pleasure would be most ungrateful. 

T: I need to talk to you.

To my surprise, he sent me a reply saying to go to his house, so nervously I called a taxi and pulled up at the address he had given me. The taxi arrived at a big, white, modern looking building with a long sloping drive in the Hollywood Hills. I had a mixed feeling of nostalgia and butterflies brimming in my stomach as I knocked twice on the door. I heard laughing inside and instantly knew he wasn't alone, which made me feel even more sick with nerves. The door opened in seconds revealing Beau wearing a baseball shirt, skinny jeans and yet another snapback. 

"Hey," I sighed with relief as I saw his lips curve into a small smile. He didn't say anything, his face blank as he just beckoned me in and I followed him up the stairs and into his room. It was quite big and filled with mirrors. I had never been too content with staring at myself in the mirror for hours on end so it kind of made me on edge at the fact I could see myself everywhere I looked. I nervously placed my self at the end of his bed and he joined me, raising his eyebrows for me to begin my explanation. He was surprisingly calm but he still looked slightly annoyed, I could see it in his eyes that were no longer sparkling. 

"Okay..." I breathed preparing myself, "Harry and I...we got together in October and broke up in January. He cheated, Beau, so I ended it but he still tries to make it up with me. I don't want to though Beau, that's the thing! And when I met you...you were so nice and made me feel special and I just..." my voice had started to wobble and I could feel the tears welling up. "I really like you..." 

"Taylor...I..." He placed a finger under my chin making me look deeply into his sad, sunken eyes, "I really like you too," My body autoatically relaxed at his confession and I looked away smiling as the tears began to roll down my cheeks. "But...I don't know...this Harry dude...he really needs to back the f*ck off."

I laughed wiping the tears with my hand and sniffling gently. He put his arm around me pulling me close into his chest and I breathed in his scent. I never wanted him to let go but eventually he did. "You hungry?" He asked, standing up and pulling me along with him. 

"A bit," I mumbled.

"Great! Because Luke just managed to make pancakes!" 

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"What dya think?" Luke asked, his chin resting in his hands as he held himself up with his elbows. 

"They're good!" I chuckled with a mouthful of pancakes, "really good!"

He took a seat next to me and began to eat his. Beau had been called out to get James who had apparently gotten stuck at the airport. He had flown back to Australia for a week for his sister's birthday and didn't have any american dollars to get a taxi. Daniel was out at the gym and Jai was at his girlfriends house, a girl who I had actually met at a recent event and gotten to know her quite well, apart from her love life clearly.

So that just left Luke and I to scoff the pancakes, he and Beau had made. Beau insisted I stay and that he'd only be less than an hour and that Luke would keep me company. 

After finishing the delicious fluffy pancakes, I sat in the chair swivelling it with my feet.

"So...how's things with Beau?" He asked toying his lip ring between his teeth. 

"Great actually. Well, now it is." I smiled and Luke nodded looking at the ground. He seemed different, not that I knew him to well, but after watching a few of their videos out of pure curiosity I'd learnt that Luke was often all smiles and laughter. Yet now, he was quiet and glum. 

"Are you okay?" 

"Mmm? Uh, yeah I'm good."

Luke decided to play FIFA so I sat on the other end of the sofa not really paying much attention. I'd never really taken to soccer, but I wasn't one to complain. Beau arrived in the middle of his first game and embraced me in a tight hug and jumping over Luke. "TIS THE SEASON TO TURN OFF THE XBOX!" He yelled, leaping over to the plug socket. 

"You wouldn't," Luke sang back, still engrossed in his game.  

"I would."

"F*CK OFF!" Luke yelled trying to stop him, whilst Beau laughed uncontrollably on the floor successfully flicking the switch. "It turns right back on, a**hole" Luke muttered.

I giggled from my seat as I watched the brothers fight. I missed this. Since I left home and my brother went off to University, I hardly ever saw him. We used to playfight all the time and now it's just a text here and there asking if the other is okay. "I better get going," I sighed smiling as Beau got up and fell onto my lap in exhaustion. 

"But I just got here!" He whined.

"Sorry, Abigail's coming round tomorrow so I've got to go shopping and cook and clean and-"

"Who's Abigail?"

"My best friend," I grinned, "we've known each other since High School" 

Abigail and I although living in different cities made a pact that we'd take a weekend out of our busy schedules once a month and take it in turns to visit each other. It was our girly weekender where we'd bake cookies and watch movies and gossip. 

"Oh okay, nice" He grinned, getting up from my lap. 

"Yeah,"

And with that, we said our goodbyes and I headed to the grocery store with a list of things in my head for this girly weekender. 

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A/N: Is this okay? Do you guys like it? I don't know I'm kind of worried it's not very good.  I also changed the name of the chapter because I wasn't to keen on it, however, Guilty is a song title for one of my childhood favourites, The Rasmus, so it's still technically a song just not one of Taylor's.