12. things you said when you thought i was asleep
note: thank you so much! this is short sorry
Taylor grasps the paper airplane necklace tighter in her hands, a giddy smile she can’t take off her face as she uses her friend hand to open up her hotel room door. Smiles even wider when she sees Harry splayed out against the couch, his eyes fluttered closed and his breathing even.
She bounces over towards him quietly, shutting the door behind her with a soft click. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. Taylor’s heart flutters as she watches him, she feels love fill her up and swish around all around her heart.
Taylor kneels down next to the couch, her hands gently floating across his hair to test if Harry’s sleeping or just resting his eyes. When he doesn’t respond she flops down onto the floor, crossing her legs and pulling out her phone. She doesn’t want to wake him when he looks so peaceful. She responds to a few texts before averting her attention back on Harry again.
"I think I love you," Taylor whispers quietly as she watches him sleep. The words have been playing in her mind for the past few days on a loop. Maybe it’s too soon to think it but when you’re in love you just know. Britt had told her to not rush into things, to take her time, to go steady. But Taylor thinks she might be tired of that.
"Maybe, I don’t know." Taylor sighs, leaning her head back against the couch, hitting Harry’s legs. Her eyes flutter close as she thinks about it. It’s been three months that they’ve been officially dating for and even longer than that that they’ve had a fling for. Taylor lets her hands trace the necklace hanging from her neck, eyes still closed.
"Would it be awful if I loved you so early on?" Taylor wonders aloud. It’s a faint mumble and Harry’s asleep but it still feels dangerous to be saying these words out loud. Taylor smiles, opening her eyes and looking over at where Harry’s sleeping - she loves him, she thinks.
"Alright, maybe I do." Taylor finishes giddily, pressing a kiss to his forehead before walking off towards the other end of the room to where her suitcase is lying to fish out a jumper. Harry opens his eyes, twists his body to watch her, grinning - he was just resting his eyes.