Begin Again

9. Don't Mention It

"Taylor...I heard about you and Beau..." He started. He'd heard about me and Beau? Oh really? Did he feel bad about it? The anger boiled inside of me as I tugged him inside, slamming the door behind him with a scowl very much plastered on my bare face.

"What do you want?"

"I feel really bad..." His voice wobbled and I knew that he was telling the truth. I kind of warmed to his honesty and I almost instantly forgot about what he did. Silly mistake.

We sat on the couch in the living room and chatted calmly about the situation. He told me that he just thought that Beau should know how he felt, and apparently Beau took the topic way to harshly. 

"Taylor, I'm sorry" He whispered for about the 20th time, leaning in slightly. I nodded with a smile. He seemed to be quite forgiving. "You know...I meant what I said to Beau" He leaned in hesistantly so he was inches from my face, his eyes trailing down to my lips and then back up to my eyes. I nodded again but only slightly for fear of bashing my head against his in our close proximity. My brain was becoming fuzzed by the idea of this adorable boy making a move on me that I made no effort in moving away. He chuckled, his murky green eyes flitting back down to my lips and then I felt his lips smash against mine, and to my surprise, I kissed back.

Of course, I didn't expect it and to be quite honest Beau didn't slip into my mind once. It had been less than two days since Beau broke things off and I'd already gotten off with his brother.

"What are we doing?" I gasped suddenly pulling away from his touch realising my mistakes.

"I don't know..." He shook his head placing a kiss to my neck, "What do we tell Beau?"

"Nothing. You tell Beau nothing"

"I can't lie to him, Taylor" He smiled, his lip ring between he teeth. God, I'd never realised how beautiful he actually is. I couldn't deny an attraction towards him.

"You don't have to lie, just don't mention it..." I shook my head, getting up and sashaying into the kitchen to make a cup of tea.

He stayed the night, not that we did anything, we mostly just lay on the bed making small talk in hushed tones. And then I felt him shuffle closer to me. His strong arms wrapped around my torso as I slipped into a deep slumber. It was a strange feeling but one that I enjoyed.

When I woke up in the morning, the space beside me was empty. No note. No phone call. No nothing. It seemed to me like he had forgotten or just didn't want to remember. Not that I can't see why, I mean, he kissed his brother's ex girlfriend whose brother broke up with her in the first place because of him. It seemed like a tangled web of feelings and emotion and lies and just plain stupidity, and thats much like how I felt. Extremely messed up and confused.

I spent the week writing in the studio and taking my dance classes by all I felt was empty. The studio time was a waste as I had writers block. Considering a lot had happened recently you'd think I'd have a lot to write about but I couldn't and I knew my co-writers could tell. I saw a few friends, meeting up for lunch, but other than that I felt utterly alone. I hadn't spoken to Beau nor Luke nor Harry. It was like I completely didn't matter anymore. No doubt Harry already had a few girls under his wing, not that I cared, and Beau and Luke were probably out partying every night. I felt unwanted, neglected almost, and it was the worst feeling ever.

That is until I recieved that text I'd been longing for all week that made butterflies erupt in my stomach.

I miss you - B x

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A/N: I have no real direction with this story and for that I give my sincere apologies but I will continue at my poor attempts to finish this if anybody actually wants to continue reading.