Taylor's POV
Harry looked away from the ocean and into my eyes, the moonlight sparkling and bringing out the light green specks in his green eyes. "Are you okay, Tay?"
"I'm just pretty tired. Please take me home," I yawned and turned around starting to walk back to where he had parked the car, not waiting for him to catch up. I stopped at a trash can to throw away my now empty coffee cup. He jogged up and threw away his own cup.
"Home it is Miss Swift," he smiled, grabbing my hand again. He always had to be in physical contact with me. Holding hands, hand on my hip, arms around my waist, his hand on the small of my back... always touching.
As we walked back to his car hand in hand in comfortable silence, I remembered how we used to take walks around New York before everything blew up in our faces and we came crashing down from our high. We mounted his car and I wondered what exactly he was thinking about. We both hadn't spoken for well over 10 minutes and so I started the conversation back up at the red light.
"So I heard you bought a house down the road..."
"Yeah, it's amazing... I wanted to stop staying in hotels while I was in LA. You should maybe.. um... come over maybe... sometime. If you'd like to... I mean..." he drifted off.
I reassuringly put my hand on his thigh. "Sure, I'd love to come over sometime," I told him as we pulled into my driveway where I used the remote in my purse to open the gate. His car pulled up to the front of the house soundlessly and the engine went quiet.
We sat in the silence, knowing that our little escape was over; no matter how much we wanted to prolong it. I thought of the last time he had showed up in the middle of the night at my house. A passion-filled night where many things were said and lines were crossed and clothes were shed and feelings were confessed and in the end, the two people who had been tangled up in each other decided it would be better to forget all the happenings of the night.
He cleared his throat. "Thanks for tonight, I really needed to get out," he leaned his head back against his seat, his eyes meeting mine.
"You're welcome Haz, it wasn't bad," I leaned forward to kiss his cheek and was half in and out of his car, ready to melt into my bed when his hand caught my forearm. I turned back to hear him ask, "Can I please come in?" trying to prolong our encounter.
"Harry I don't know... you know what happened last time," I shook off his hand and got out of the car, the door closing with a thump. Harry's door clicked open and the thumped shut as he followed me to my front door. Why was he so persistent? I was exhausted.
I sighed loudly as turned the key in the front door. "Please, just don't do this to me again Harry! I hate this!" I stormed into my front room suddenly angry.
"Taylor, wait!" he croaked as he closed the door behind him.
"No, Harry. I will not wait. It's almost 2am, I'm exhausted mentally and physically, and emotionally, I'm even more of a mess. Don't you see what you're doing? You come back here and we end up in each other's arms and I'm honestly done with these games and how we're always going round and round in circles! I'm so confused and I don't like how you can make me do anything you want. It's so hard knowing that there's someone who has complete power over you! Most of all, it's fucking frustrating!" my voice broke during the last few words and tears gathered in my eyes.
"Taylor..." he whispered. His hand had made its way to my cheek. He looked like he was about to start crying too. His breath was uneven on my forehead. We were as close we could've possibly been without actually touching each other.
And then he hugged me. Like a really tight bear hug. So I returned it because I never refuse a hug, and I just really needed a hug. He mumbled an apology into my hair and I breathed heavily, savouring the moment. Harry took off his coat, not bothering to turn on any lights. He knew his way around my house like I knew my way around his lips.
He pulled me to the couch and collapsed on his back with me on top of him. His arms were around my waist once again and my head rested atop his chest, his steady heartbeat pounding in my ear. I didn't know why I was letting this happen but it felt so right being here with Harry. We lay there for maybe an hour, listening to each other's heartbeats reminding us both that the other was very much alive.
"'Cause here we are again in the middle of the night.." he began singing quietly, his voice raspy. He was tired too.
"Can I please go sleep in my own bed?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah sure, love," he yawned, and sat up. His big hands went to my butt and he hoisted me up, his hands resting there as he walked the both of us up the stairs. I wrapped my arms around his neck so I wouldn't slip out of his arms and we reached the top of the staircase. He kicked open the door to my bedroom and we both shooed Meredith off the pillows as he laid me down ever so gently. He took off the still very cool shirt he was wearing to expose the tattoos that covered his very muscular torso before he climbed into the covers with me.
His breathing slowed, "Taylor," he breathed, his arms snaking around my waist. "I dated another girl after we broke up and I didn't feel anything. Not once when I kissed her did I feel the rush that I'm feeling right now. Every time we would hold hands or hug, I kept seeing your face and I don't know if I'm ever going to feel the way I feel with you with anyone else. And the crazy thing is I don't know if I wanna feel this way with anyone else. No matter how many times we fall apart, we almost always fall back together and I feel like a dick for breaking up with you but that was when I was 18.." he yawned and continued, "you don't have to say anything, but I kinda needed you to hear this. Goodnight Taylor, I really, really like you," he finished with a kiss on my forehead and almost immediately fell asleep. Slipping my phone out of my pocket, I put it on charge and checked the time.
03:17
Closing my heavy eyes, I inhaled his scent and fell asleep thinking about how he had knocked down the walls around my heart once again.
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.
