Taylor's POV
A FEW WEEKS LATER
It's been three weeks and a half since I confessed my feelings to Nicolas that night. He tried calling and texting me but I couldn't bring myself to pick up his calls.
It hurt too much and I wasn't about to fall for another one of his tricks. That's all that's been on my mind for the last few weeks. I've been zoning out more than ever and crying myself to sleep most nights until there was nothing more left to cry.
"Taylor? Did you hear what I said?" A voice breaks me out of my thoughts.
"Uh no, sorry Lauren," I smile sadly.
"What's been going on with you? You haven't been as happy as normal. What happened?" She asks, grabbing my hand in comfort.
I bite my lip, the tears filling my eyes as I refrain myself from crying for what feels like the one thousandth time.
"Nothing," I say. Lauren looks at me and I know she doesn't believe me. "It's...personal."
"Ok well, my door is always open if you need to talk," she says, getting up and heading for the door.
"Alright," I mumble.
A couple hours later I'm still sitting in my office, sorting through some papers when I get a call from Brooke.
"Yes?" I answer.
"There's someone here for you. Should I send them up?" Her sweet voice booms through the phone.
"Uh...sure," I sigh, rubbing my temple.
"Ok," she hangs up, leaving me in suspicion of who could possibly be here for me.
Probably Sophia or Ryan, I think to myself.
I sigh and stand up, straightening out my clothes and heading towards the door when it suddenly flies open, a drunk figure slumped against it.
"Thomas?" Nicolas slurs, his eyes halfway open as they adjust to the bright light. "I-I missed you baby."
"Nicolas?" I question, my eyebrows drawn together in confusion. I rush towards him, catching him before he falls to the floor.
He surprises me when he falls to the floor to his knees in front of me.
"Nicolas, get up," I grunt, trying to pick him up but he grabs my hand, lifting his head up to look at me with tears in his eyes.
"I'm so sorry for everything that I said. I-I didn't mean it," he sniffles, resting his head on my lower stomach and holding my legs as he closes his eyes, tears sliding down his wet cheeks.
"Nicolas you're drunk. Let's get you home," I say, pretending I didn't hear what he just said, even though it made my heart flutter.
"No Taylor, I'm serious. I...wasn't thinking correctly and I regretted it immediately after. I wanted to call you but you weren't answering and I thought I lost you forever," he sniffles again, lifting his head back up to look at me, his eyes red.
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The Arrangement
Mystery / Thriller𝟏𝟖+ "Do you have any idea," he started as he licked his lips, his tongue piercing catching my eye, "how much I've had to refrain myself from fucking you over the last few months?" * Three very simple rules was all it took for everything to fail, b...
