His silent laugh sends light vibrations across my bare chest. The movements we made just a few hours earlier, brings a slight smile to my face. Bringing back the memories of a night, filled with making movements matching each other. Clearly stating that we are meant to be. Filled with a mix of pleasure and exhaustion, I slowly rise from the bare chest I’d been laying on. I get up while watching his eyes follow each of my moves. I grab my shirt that had been thrown on the floor, aggressively the night before. I pull my shirt over my head with a little tug as I realize my hair had been messed with before our accouter. He smiles and parts his lips probably to speak. His ever so sexy British accent rings out, as in asking me something as he sits up and rests his self on his hands.
"Keep it off. I like you like that" he says with a smile.
I respond with a laugh while beginning to walk to the door.
"You coming Harry? I’ll make us breakfast" I say with a little smile.
He responds with a slight nod before getting up and grabbing sweatpants and loosely pulling them up to his waist. I feel satisfied that he is mine. We share the same love, for each other. I enter the kitchen to see the mess we had made. Red solo cups look like they were thrown around in random places. The red wine bottle half empty on the counter. And weirdly enough, I barely remember most of the night. I had invited over Ed for a slight jam session as the sun set. But by the time the sun had set, a combination of friends, cousins, and even tour dancers had been called over. The night went quickly. Which consisted of drinking wine brought over by friends, laughing, and even blaring of music. As the night veered into the early hours of the morning, people had begun to leave. As 2 am approached, everyone had left expect Harry. He decided to stay, thinking nothing of our fling in 2012. As talking went to dancing to the music still blaring from the speakers, to turning the music down and getting closer. The feelings I had felt the past year that I had tried to block out, came creeping back. Butterflies danced in my stomach as
Harry, now shirtless began to slightly kiss my neck. Triggering chills to crawl there way up my spine. One touch lead to another until both of us, stripped of our clothes breathing heavily in the New York City morning light. Now a meer nine am, beginning the clean up of a memorable night. We had both thought neither of us were hungry so, we decided to just sit around for the rest of the day. Slowly feeling the effects of a slight hangover, I had been cuddled in Harry’s arms with an aspirin digested. Hopefully, taking away a terribly headache. Harry however, being an old pro had no problems. Yet, he stayed with me, even though he had wanted to get up and do something. I knew how great he was, but the fear of last years events kept creeping back. The thoughts the he could cheat once again brought tears to my eyes.
Plot twist: All Too Well is nominated as Song of the year
God I would die. I would totally do that, they have the coolest job.
#so does Taylor #slaylor
[chants] I LOVE TAYLOR SWIFT I LOVE TAYLOR SWIFT I LOVE TAYLOR SWIFT