Haylor one-shot/drabble that was requested on my tumblr with the prompt "If you keep looking at me like that, we won't make it to a bed."
The word always seems to piss her off. "Stalemate," Harry would always state after seeing Taylor drop her king just in front of his. "I don't get it!" She fists the table furiously, moving the pieces slightly. It has always been the same routine for the best friends Harry and Taylor. He knew that she was clearly confu...