Taylor observed you from head to toe with an indifferent expression on his face as you stood outside his door, your eyes puffy and red from crying, drenched from the rain. Even you didn’t know why you’re here, but when you caught your boyfriend having sex with another girl less than 30 minutes ago, the only person you felt like you could go to was Taylor.

Taylor leaned on the door frame, his eyes still roaming your body. The silence was too loud and You felt like you were under a damn microscope. Maybe he was enjoying seeing you in pain, maybe he saw it as a little victory for himself. After a long and painful silence, he finally spoke.

"What's your deal?" his voice was gravelly and cold but not entirely dismissive.

Thoughts: Jesus fuck, they're going to catch a cold. And why did they think it was a good idea to drive here during a storm. What a dumbass.

Taylor didn't hesitate, not even for a moment. He wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you close against him as he let out a sigh through his nose. You felt warmth emanating from his body and it was a strange sort of comfort under the circumstances. His chin rested on top of your head as he murmured, "Fucking idiot."

It was meant to be insulting, but you knew better. It was just Taylor being... Taylor.

Taylor let out a heavy breath, his hand rubbing circles on your back as he tried to soothe you. "Well, why don't we get something to drink and talk about it? Maybe I can offer some advice," he suggested, his voice quiet but firm. He didn't want to be the one who helped you out, not really, but... maybe if he could at least make you feel a little bit better before sending you on your way.

"But first, let's get you inside and out of those wet clothes."

"Come on," he growled under his breath before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and guiding you back into the apartment. He practically tossed you onto the couch, his gaze traveling over your body again as you sat there in just your underwear after having your wet clothes stripped off. You looked smaller than usual, more fragile, and it was... kind of fucked up how hot it made him feel.

"Get comfy," he muttered before disappearing into the kitchen for a moment. He returned with a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, holding them out to you. "Here. Put these on." His voice was gruff, almost harsh, but there was an undertone of... something else. Something that made your heart skip a beat.

You didn't hesitate to take the clothes from him and quickly change into them, grateful for the warmth they provided against your skin.

Taylor watched as you changed, his eyes glued to every inch of flesh that was revealed. He could feel himself growing hard beneath his pajamas and hated himself a little for it. You were supposed to be the enemy, the one he despised above all others... but right now, with your soft curves on display and those big, green eyes filled with tears, it was impossible not to feel something.

He cleared his throat, turning away from you as he busied himself with making drinks. "Alright,"

Taylor said finally, handing you a cup of steaming hot chocolate before sitting down on the edge of the coffee table opposite you. "So, what's going on? You want to talk about it?" His voice was gruff and uncaring, but there was something else beneath the surface. Something that made your heart flutter.

You took a sip of the hot chocolate before setting it down on the coffee table, looking up at him with teary eyes.

Taylor listened carefully to everything you had to say, his expression remaining mostly unreadable. He hated your guts and wanted nothing more than to see you suffer, but even he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for you now. Maybe it was because you were so vulnerable, or maybe because deep down inside, he knew what it felt like to be hurt by someone you trusted.

"Well," he said finally, drawing the word out as he took another sip of his drink, "

Taylor leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "You could always stay here for a while until you figure things out." His tone was gruff and matter-of-fact, but there was an unmistakable offer hidden beneath the surface. He knew damn well that living under the same roof as him wouldn't be easy for either of you, but maybe it would be better than sleeping on the streets or worse... going back to your parents' house.

"Don't be stupid," he muttered under his breath. "It's not like I'm doing anything else with this place." He paused for a moment, thinking. Then, he said, "Look, you can have the couch. We don't need to see much of each other if that's what you want. Just... try not to make too much noise when I'm sleeping, okay?"

It was an odd offer coming from him, but it was better than nothing.

Taylor stood up from the couch and moved over to a bookshelf on the other side of the room. He pulled out a few DVDs, then turned back to you with a smirk. "Want to watch a movie or something? I've got some pretty good horror flicks if that's your thing."

It was an odd offer, even for him, but maybe it could help take your mind off things for a little while. Or... maybe he just wanted to see how you reacted to being alone with him in his room.

Taylor seemed surprised by your response. He glanced at you for a moment before shrugging and grabbing one of the DVDs from the shelf. "Okay, then. How about we watch this?" he asked, holding up the case of a cheesy horror movie. You knew it was probably going to be terrible, but maybe that would make it more fun to watch together.

"Want something to eat? I've got some leftover pizza in the fridge."

Taylor nodded once before heading off to grab two plates from the kitchen. He brought them back with a couple of slices of pizza balanced on top, handing one to you. You took it gratefully, taking a bite as you leaned back against the couch and waited for him to find the movie.

He settled down next to you, not too close but not too far away either, and popped the DVD into the player.

The movie started with a cheesy introduction that had you both cringing. Taylor kept glancing over at you, studying your reactions as you watched the terrible acting and even worse special effects. It was almost like he was enjoying seeing how much it bothered you. Or maybe he just found it amusing.

Either way, you tried not to let his presence distract you too much. After all, being alone with him was already uncomfortable enough.

Taylor didn't notice at first, but after a few minutes he could feel your weight shift against the armrest as you slowly drifted off to sleep. He didn't know why he didn't just wake you up and make you go to bed properly, but instead he let out a soft sigh and moved closer to you. His body heat seemed to envelop yours, and without realizing it, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest.

Taylor felt the warmth of your body against his and couldn't help but take in a deep breath. His hands moved to rest on your hips, holding you in place as he slowly began to relax as well. The movie continued playing in the background, but neither of them paid it much attention anymore.

Time passed unnoticed as they remained like that, his arm around you and your head resting against his shoulder. It was a strange sort of comfort, one that neither of them expected nor truly wanted... but there it was nonetheless.

"You're gonna freeze like that," he muttered after a while, reaching down to turn the AC off before pulling a blanket from the back of the couch and draping it over both of you. It wasn't much, but it should help keep you warm until morning.

He could feel your breath tickling against his neck as he held you close, and for a moment he wondered what would happen if things were different... if they weren't enemies. Would he ever find the courage to actually touch you like this?

Taylor didn't get the chance to dwell on it for long, though. His eyelids grew heavy and soon enough he was asleep too, his body still holding onto yours as if he never intended to let go.

The night passed slowly, but eventually the sun began to peek through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Taylor shifted slightly in his sleep, his arm tightening around you as he buried his face deeper into your hair. You were still asleep, and for a moment he considered just leaving it that way... but something made him hesitate.

He took a deep breath before slowly sitting up, carefully moving you away from his chest.

You let out a soft moan as you were moved, your body tensing for a moment before relaxing again. Taylor ignored the flutter in his stomach and stood up, stretching lazily as he looked down at you. You looked so peaceful like that, all warm and curled up on the couch... it was hard not to feel something when he saw you like this.

With a sigh, he walked over to the kitchen and grabbed two glasses of water, setting them down on the coffee table before kneeling beside the couch.

Taylor gently nudged you with his elbow until you slowly began to wake up. "Hey, sleepyhead," he murmured, handing you a glass of water. You took it gratefully, taking a long drink before looking up at him with bleary eyes.

"Just for a while," he answered truthfully. "You needed the sleep." He paused, studying your face for a moment before continuing, his voice softer than usual. "Listen, I don't know what you want me to say... but if you ever need somewhere to stay or someone to talk to, you can always come here, okay?"

There was an odd sincerity in his tone that made your heart skip a beat. You didn't know what to make of it, but for now you were too tired to think about anything else. "

Taylor raised an eyebrow at that, but didn't comment further. He stood up and stretched again, glancing over at the clock on the wall. "It's still early. Want to watch another movie or something before you head back to your room?" There was no need for you to sleep on the couch anymore, after all. You could have the bed if you wanted.

"Well," he said slowly, looking slightly uncomfortable now. "You could sleep in my bed if you want. There's plenty of room and I don't mind." He paused, not meeting your gaze as he added softly, "I mean, it'd be easier for you to get back on your feet tomorrow that way."

Part of him hated himself for offering this, but another part... didn't. It was strange how easily the lines between hate and desire could blur sometimes.

Taylor nodded slowly before standing up and walking over to the bedroom. He gestured for you to follow him with a tilt of his head, not looking back at you. "Come on," he said gruffly. "Let's get some sleep."

You hesitated for a moment longer before finally standing up and following him into the bedroom. The room was dimly lit by soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over everything.

Taylor paused for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yeah, that's fine," he said gruffly. "Just don't take too long." He gestured toward the bathroom door, then turned and walked back over to the bed, sitting down on the edge with his hands resting between his knees.

You glanced at him briefly before heading into the bathroom.

Taylor didn't bother looking up when he heard you enter the bathroom. Instead, he continued to stare at nothing in particular as he waited for you to come out again. He could hear the water running now and felt a strange mixture of annoyance and... something else. It was almost like he couldn't help but feel a little jealous that you were enjoying yourself in there.

Taylor's head snapped up at the sound of your voice. He frowned for a moment before realizing what you must need help with. With a sigh, he pushed himself to his feet and walked over to the bathroom door. "What's up?" he asked impatiently, not bothering to knock or even lower his voice.

Taylor raised an eyebrow at your attempt to cover yourself up. "You've never taken a shower before?" he asked, looking amused despite himself. He reached out and moved some of your hair aside, revealing your neck and shoulder. Then, with a sigh, he leaned closer to the door and pointed to where the shower controls were.

"See those buttons? The one on the bottom left should work."

Taylor rolled his eyes and took another step closer to the door, reaching out to move some of your hair aside so he could see the shower controls better. "No, you idiot," he muttered under his breath. "You have to push it." Then, in a louder voice, he added, "Press down on the button and hold it for a second."

He waited for you to try again before stepping back and leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

Taylor let out a sigh and pushed himself off the doorframe, walking over to stand beside you. He glanced down at the shower controls before looking up at you, raising an eyebrow. "You're sure you know how to use them?" he asked skeptically.

"Of course I do," you retorted, feeling a little defensive. You turned your back to him and reached for the knob on the shower door, opening it slowly. "I just need some help."

Taylor hesitated for a moment longer before finally stepping into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He moved past you and crouched down next to the shower controls, studying them carefully before looking up at you over his shoulder. "They're pretty straightforward," he muttered, pointing out each button as he spoke. "Hot water, cold water, and then this one here is the mixer."

He glanced back down at the control panel for a moment, considering how to explain it better before finally looking up at you again. "

"Here," he said gruffly, reaching out to touch your hand. His fingertips brushed against yours briefly before he grabbed hold of the hot water button.

Taylor glanced up at you as your hand touched his. He narrowed his eyes for a moment before turning back to the control panel and pressing the hot water button. "There," he said gruffly. "It's on." He paused, then reached out to turn the knob next to it, adjusting the temperature until he was satisfied with it.

Finally, he looked up at you again, his expression unreadable as he waited for your reaction.

The corners of Taylor's mouth twitched upward slightly at your comment. He glanced down at your arm for a moment before shaking his head and looking back up at you. "You're welcome," he mumbled, then turned away to lean against the shower wall beside the door.

He crossed his arms over his chest and studied the tiles on the floor beneath them, feeling oddly out of place in this situation. It wasn't every day that someone asked him for help with something so... personal.

Taylor couldn't help but look at you as you stood there under the shower. Your wet hair clung to your back and shoulders, revealing every curve of your spine. The droplets of water rolled down over your breasts and stomach, trickling lower until they disappeared beneath the crease of your legs.

He forced himself to look away, focusing on anything but you as he tried to ignore the way his heart raced at the sight of you like this. "You should probably get clean before you catch a cold,"

Taylor raised an eyebrow at your question. He hadn't expected you to actually want to wash up. "It's right there," he said, nodding toward the shelf above the shower curtain rod. "You can use whatever you like."

He turned his head back against the wall, trying to pretend that he wasn't interested in what you were doing as he listened to the water run and watched your reflection in the mirror.

Taylor let out a small sigh before pushing himself off the wall. He walked over to stand beside you and reached up to grab one of the bars above the shower door, using it to steady himself as he leaned in closer to the shelf. "Here," he muttered, handing you a bottle of bodywash from where it sat on the ledge.

He stayed there for a moment longer than necessary, his gaze lingering on your bare skin before finally looking away and returning to his spot against the wall.

Taylor watched you as you washed up, his gaze traveling down your arms and over your chest before moving lower. He cleared his throat quietly, feeling a bit uncomfortable with how close he was standing to you. "You're welcome." His voice sounded rougher than usual, almost hoarse.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, debating whether or not he should leave you alone in here for a while. Eventually, he decided that it would probably be best if he gave you some space. "