I Knew You Once [ Taylor York ]

29. Maybe I want to

"Wake up!" I hear a voice besides me yell.

I sit up in my bed suddenly, very confused. The bedsheets still wet from my tears from the night before

"What?" I groggily ask, my voice hoarse.

I rub my eyes with my hands and I open them, seeing Taylor by my bed. Eyes wide open, devilish smirk on his face and a new outfit that he seems to have put together in 5 seconds.

I look at him astonished for a second, all the memories from last night coming back.

FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

"Oh my God, Taylor, I'm so fucking sor-" I start talking fast.

"Okay, hear me out" he cuts me as he gets closer to me "We'll talk about that later. Now, get a suitcase and pack some clothes" he says smiling.

"What?" I ask, far more confused than I thought I could ever be "Where are we going?"

"On an adventure!" he excitedly exclaims, giving me a quick kiss afterwards "I'll be waiting in the car" he finishes and runs out of my apartment.

What the literal fuck?

I stare at the ceiling for a few seconds as I hear the front door closing.

I guess I have to pack now?

I reluctantly get up, I get my duffel bag and I fill it with random clothes.

Where the hell are we going? For how long? it's Saturday, I have work on Monday. I sigh as I finish packing up some snacks.

I get dressed in a mewithoutyou hoodie from Taylor and some grey joggers.

I enter the bathroom, seeing mascara tears all over my face from last night.

I really fucked up.

But why isn't he mad?

I nervously but excitedly go downstairs, seeing Taylor parked just in front of my building.

I try to put my bag in the trunk, but it's full with Taylor's bag and a guitar, I end up leaving it in the backseat. I open the car door and I sit by his side. His annoying smirk never leaves his face.

"Hi, baby" he says and kisses me.

I am confused by this, isn't he mad about last night?

"Where are we going?" I ask him, with a confused frown.

He chuckles and smiles.

"New York City, baby" he laughs as he starts the car.

What the fuck?

"Taylor, I have work on Monday" I tell him seriously.

"Call in sick" he simply responds, starting to drive.

I try to speak but confused sounds only leave my lips. I sigh.

"How long will it take us to get there?"

"14 hours" he nonchalantly responds.

"What?!" he turns to me and smirks "Taylor, you're crazy"

"And you love that"

. . .

A long hour passes, it is now 6am. The sun has already risen and Taylor quietly sings along to some catchy tune on the radio.

He hasn't mentioned last night, in fact he doesn't seem mad at all.

But what I did was so wrong. How could I? I'm just so disappointed in myself.