His Girl (A Taylor Caniff FanFic)

Chapter 8

When Matt's voice rang through the hotel room, Taylor jumped away from me like I was a contagious disease. We shot to the opposite sides of the bed and I adjusted my top while trying to tame my messy hair. I grabbed the remote form the bedside table and turned the television on. I hoped it looked like we were innocently watching I turned to the tv, not doing anything else...

Taylor nudged me. "I would never watch Real Housewives Of Atlanta." He whispered. I giggled.

"So, how was hanging out with the most boring guy ever?" Mahogany asked, walking in and plopping into one of the armchairs. Her gaze flickered over to the screen, a look of disbelief and confusion flashing across her face.

"He wasn't that boring. I mean..." I trailed off and turned to Taylor. He smiled and reached for my hand.

"Did you guys use protection?" Nash asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. I blushed, and slipped my hand onto my lap.

"Come on, dude." Taylor said, kicking Nash off the edge of the bed.

"Well, uh we have to go pack," I said, hopping of the bed and grabbing Parker's wrist.

"Brooklyn, is that a hickey?" Parker asked. I slapped his shoulder and pulled him out of the room.

"Shut up!" I whispered once the door was closed and we had began the walk to the elevators.

"Omg! Brook, this is huge." Parker jumped up and down.

"No, it really isn't. We just need to get Bailey's merch signed and leave." Parker sighed, jamming the button for the fifth floor.

Once we reached the room, I shoved all of my clothes and toiletries into my suitcase.

"P, where's my brush?" I asked Parker.

When he didn't answer I asked again. "P, where's my brush?"

When he didn't answer again, I stormed over to his side of the room and waved my hands in his face. "Are you giving me the silent treatment until I spill?" Parker pursed his lips, shoving his sneakers into his bag.

"Fine. I'll tell you." Parker squealed, jumping into the bed.

"Okay, spill!"

"Uh we were playing 20 questions and Taylor asked me what my favorite Disney song was. So I showed him the music video and he kissed me..." I trailed off, remembering the feel of his lips on mine.

"I can't even! I'm so shipping you guys. You'll be...Braylor!" Parker screeched, jumping up and down. I blushed.

"Are you happy now?" I asked, returning to my suitcase.

"Totally! Oh, you're brush is in the bathroom." I laughed, walking to the bathroom.

"It's been a pretty eventful weekend hasn't it?" Parker called.

"Yeah, in a good way."

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"Thanks you guys, Bailey's gonna to live this!" I folded up the MagCon sweatshirt a that all the boys signed and slid it into my suitcase.

"Tell your sister I said happy birthday." Aaron said, giving me a hug.

"I will." Even though I hadn't gotten to know Aaron as much as everyone else, but he seemed like a nice guy. A warm hand enveloped mine and Taylor pulled me down the hall. We were silent as we studied each other, hopefully not for the last time. Taylor reached up and brushed my cheek. "I'm so glad you came."

"Well, I don't know..." I teased, placing my hand on his chest. Taylor chuckled, and kissed my hand.

"Give me your phone." I raised my eyebrows and pulled it out of my pocket.

I waved it in his face. "Why? Is there a girl you need to text?" Taylor smiled, pulling my phone out my hand.

"Yeah," the smile disappeared from my face. Taylor smirked. "The girl...is you." I released a breath I didn't know I was holding in. Taylor tapped away on my phone then handed it back to me.

"Here's my number. Don't sell for thousands of dollars." He joked. I slid my phone into my pocket. No one, let alone a teenage heartthrob, had given me their number.

"You better call me. None of that maybe stuff." I smiled, remembering the catchy song.

"Do you promise?" Taylor said, grasping my hands and rubbing his thumbs in circles on my palm. I nodded, a lump forming in the back of my throat.

"God, I don't want to say goodbye." Taylor said, looking down at me.

"Then don't," I said. "Where are you guys going next?"

"New York."

"I live near there!" Taylor grinned. "We'll have to come visit you."

I smiled weakly. "I'll see you in two weeks," I whispered. Taylor sighed, and wrapped his arms around my waist. I craned my neck, inching closer to him. His gaze slipped to my lips and he yanked me to him and covered my mouth with his in a hungry kiss. I responded immediately. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than ever. I pulled away, holding back tears.

Someone cleared his throat behind us, and I turned to see Parker standing in the hall. I detangled myself from Taylor quickly.

"You ready, Brook?" He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah," I said, squeezing Taylor's hand one last time.

When I turned to follow Parker, Taylor grabbed my wrist and pulled me into him. "Remember what I said?"

"Sell your number to an obsessive fangirl?"

"Please call me," Taylor breathed, pulling me into a hug.

"I will." I choked out. We stared at each other for moment longer before I forced myself to turn away from him and walked out the hotel door, away from Taylor.

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