Taylor's POV
Harry and I have been going out on little dates and trips for three weeks now. We have another date later at 6 PM. It's 5 PM right now. An hour to get ready.
Today is the 13th of December, my birthday. Harry did not tell me anything about what we're doing tonight. All he told me was to bring a sweater and to wear comfortable clothes. And, in his very own words, "by comfortable, I mean flat shoes and jeans and a t-shirt. Something you could have fun in."
Somehing I could have fun in, huh? I could have fun in this cute white t-shirt with a purple ribbon printed on it. I could have fun in these jeans, too. Oh, and my new pair of converse looks really comfortable to walk in. So, I guess I'll wear those.
Speaking of Converse, those are actually my first converse in quite a while. My brother, Austin, bought it for me as a birthday present. He gave it to me four days ago, on Sunday, because he had to go back to his college on Monday, and he comes back next next week.
We're in Nasville, by the way. I got here two weeks ago. Harry got here eight days ago. We're all on a vacation. The other boys—Niall, Zayn, Louis, Liam—they're all in London, I think. No, wait, I think Niall is in Mullingar right now. Yes, I think Niall's in Mullingar right now.
I look at my watch and see that it's only 5:12. I sat up on my bed. I've been staring at the floor for about 10 minutes. I brushed my hair with my fingers, my legs swinging over the edge of my bed. I stood up and straightend my dress. I walked to the bathroom and took off all my clothes and whatever else I wore until I was completely naked. I opened the shower and stepped in, the warm water splashing all over my body. I let the water wet my hair and started brushing it again with my fingers. I squeezed some shampoo form it's bottle and put it on my hair. Again, I brushed my hair with my fingers. I took my soap bar and ran it all over my body, starting from my cheeks, then my forehead, my neck, then down to my feet. I washed up after running soap all over me. The shampoo on my hair fell away. All the soap suds and bubbles went down to the drain. I feel clean now.
I closed the shower and took one towel from the bunch of them folded on a small rack just beside the shower curtains, on the outer side. I wrapped the towel around my body and got another one and wrapped my hair with it. I stood infront of the mirror just above the sink. My whole face was so pale. My eyes looked tired, but at the same time, filled with excitement and wonder. But the color of my eyes seemed very different. It was an ocean blue with spots of lighter and brighter blue. My eyes have never been this way before. It fascinates me.
I blinked and all the fascination I felt disappears. It took one blink to bring me back to reality. One blink and the greatness I felt inside deflates. One blink was all it took for me to be back to normal.
I step out of the bathroom and gather all my clothes. I wore them all and surprisingly, my hair had it's old curl and life back to it. I had straightened my hair about a year ago, but now it's already getting it's curl back. I do miss my curls, but you can't force them to come back, so I'm not straightening my hair today. I'll let it be.
I walk back to the bathroom, still not wearing any shoes. I brush my teeth, refusing to look at the mirror. But I had to look. Just for my make-up. I put on a light layer of eye shadow and lip gloss. Eye liner, mascara, blush. I don't look so pale now. i actually look really good.
I looked at the clock and it read:
5:43 PM
Did I really take that long? I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Hey, mom." I said as I saw my mom making ham and cheese sandwiches.
"Hey there, sweetie." She says smiling at me.
"Mom," I call her, hesitantly.
"Yes, Taylor?"
"I'm going out tonight."
"Where?"
"I don't know yet. Surprise date."
"With who, then?" She puts all she's holding down on the table and faces me.
"With Harry."
"That curly haired boy?"
"Yes, mom." I smile at her.
"Okay, honey. Don't come home too late." She hugs me and plants a kiss on the top of my head.
We let go only when we hear two knocks on our front door.
"Happy Birthday, Taylor, honey." She says smiling. I could see tears prickling in her eyes. So I hug her once more.
"Thank you, mommy."
"I love you, baby, okay?"
"I love you too, mom."
I let go of her and grab my purse and sweater. I opened the door and there, a young, handsome boy wearing a gray t-shirt and jeans with a beanie on top of his head, stood smiling with his hands in his pockets. He looked adorable.
"That's a good new look." He says, nodding to my Converse.
"Thank you, now if you would mind telling me, where will we go?" I ask him as he takes my hand and opens the car door for me. "I'm not getting in 'til you tell me where we're going, Harry."
"Can I just tell you when I start the car?" He says with the most adorable puppy face ever. I laugh.
"Okay, okay. When the car's started." I say as I take a seat and Harry closes my door. He walks around the car and gets in the driver's seat and starts the car. "So.... Where?"
"To a secret place." He says.
"Hey, you lied." I pout at him.
"Aw, baby, don't pout." He says as he holds my neck and presses his forehead onto mine.
"But you lied." I say. I can feel his breath on my nose. The car was on, but we hadn't started moving yet. We're still infront of my house.
"'Cause it's a surprise." He says. My hand was on his chest and I could feel his heart beat. I close my eyes and concentrated on the beating of his heart.
Suddenly, I feel his lips on my cheek. His once-free hand was on my waist now, his thumb drawing small circles.
"Taylor," He says.
A kiss on the tip of my nose.
"I,"
A kiss on my forehead.
"love you,"
His rought lips press onto mine. My hand was now wrapped around his neck.
"Harry, we have to go if we don't want to be late." I say inbetween kisses.
"Mmhm."
I smile and slowly back away so we'd stop but he leaned forward, catching my lips again.
"Harry," I mumble.
He stops kissing me and we just sit there, our foreheads against each other's, our eyes closed. Then he sits back and starts driving.
Only 20 minutes had passed when the car slowed down. I look out the window and see that we're at the Amusement Park. Harry helped me out of the car.
"The Amusement Park?" I ask him.
"Yes." He smiles as he takes my hand.
"Why?" I ask as he pulls me near him.
"Remember that first night we had? I told you we might go to an amusement park or something, but we ended up going to a cafe. Then we went to the park and to my sister's house."
"Yeah."
"Well, I thought I'd make it up to you. I know you wouldn't have gone with me if I hadn't said we were going to an Amusement Park on the phone that day." He winks at me. I laugh.
"Well, thank you. Thank you for this."
"Happy Birthday," He says with the biggest smile on his face.
"Thank you" I smile.
We walk in and rode a couple roller coasters and different rides. There was this one huge ferris wheel. Harry kept begging me to ride it with him. I said I don't want to, it's too high, and I'm afraid.
"I'll keep you safe, I promise." He says cupping my cheek in one of his hands.
"Harry, that's like, too high. I might fall."
"I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe. You'll never get hurt when you're with me, I won't let that happen. I promise." I could see how sincere he was through his eyes.
"Okay." I sighed.
We walked hand in hand toward the ferris wheel. We were together in one cart. I sat almost too close to him, but not quite. My head lay on his shoulders as he threw his arm around my neck. I could feel fear rise up inside me.
"Shh. It's gonna be alright. You're shaking so bad." He whispers.
"I am?" I say.
"Yeah." He chuckles.
The ride was short, thank God.
Just before the ride stopped, he kissed the top of my head. My fingers were entangled with his. We were on the top of the ferris wheel.
"Harry," I say, staring at the lights below us
"Taylor?" He answers.
"I love you." I say.
"I love you too" I coud hear him smiling.
I lift my head up and press my lips onto his. I let go and lay my head on his shoulder again and closed my eyes. I moved even closer to him and I could feel his arms around me. I can feel the heat from his body. I felt safe. I felt protected. I felt good. I felt calm.