[Picture: Nick. Video: Hark! The Herald Angels Sing - Pentatonix]
I see Taylor walking towards me holding something at his back, there's no point in sneaking up to me since I was standing in front of a mirror in my bathroom, making myself presentable to the guests we have downstairs.
"Hey." He pecks the back of my neck.
I turn around, returning his kiss. "Hi."
"I wanted to give you your gift before Christmas Eve."
"What? No!" I smile. "It's not fair. Gift giving should be on Christmas Eve."
"But I don't wanna carry this thing around." He pouts.
I try to take a peak at what he's hiding, but he moves just in time to block it. "Is it big?" I ask.
"Yeah."
"Taylor, if your gift to me is your dick, I swear..."
He laughs. "It's not, I promise."
"What is it, then?"
"You want it?"
I nod.
"Okay." He bites his lip anxiously. "If you don't like it, you can tell me so that I can get you another gift." He reveals a guitar, black with golden linings. It's beautiful, it really is.
"Taylor.." I gasp, covering my mouth.
"Your guitar's really old, no offense." He chuckles. "I thought I could get you a new one."
I was speechless, I couldn't utter a single word. But I didn't want to be rude, and this is my boyfriend after all. "Taylor..." I whimper. "I love it, it's beautiful."
He grabs my hand and gently places the neck of the guitar on it, I hold it, it was heavier than most guitars, but it felt good. "You get additional points if this is in tune." I wink at him.
He nods. "Go ahead."
I strum each string, one by one, they were in fact in tune. I was impressed, picturing Taylor walking in a music store and asking for a guitar. I imagine him being clueless, asking a shitload of questions to the employee attending him, asking Which one's the best? I'm giving this as a gift to someone. It was cute, too cute.
I set the guitar on the side and wrap my arms around him. I smack my lips against him aggressively, but playfully. "I fucking love you."
"I have one more gift. It's the last." He says.
"Tayloorr." I complain. "What I got you can't compare to what you got me, you're making me feel bad about what I bought."
"No worries." He pecks me on the lips. "It's okay."
He reaches for something on his back pocket, pulling out a roll. It was a shirt, rolled up. He grabbed it by the collar and let gravity straighten the shirt down.
It was his baseball t-shirt, the one he let me have but demanded for it when we got in a fight.
"I want you to have it." He smiles.
I flush red, like, really red. I can tell how much my face is heating up. I gently grab it from him, bringing it to my nose, smelling it.
"Smells like you." I remark.
He scratches the back of his head. "Yeah, I never really washed it."
"It's okay." I tell him. "A good thing, actually."
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The MagCon Ships II: In Time (Shaylor)(BoyxBoy)
RomanceHe looks at me, but only for a short time. A glance, a little meeting of our eyes. Then he looks away. We've been in love, we've been with each other, holding one tight and never wanting to let go. We've been in our best times and worst. I love him...