What You Call Love
C2
(Taylor's POV)
"okay, now which one do you like for yourself?" Christiana held up two dresses in her hands making me chose. I bit down on my bottom lip as I six crisscross on my bed with my towel around my body.
"To be honest, I don't like either one." I say to Christina. I basically wasn't even in the mood for going out. I just want to curl up in my bed and cry myself to sleep.
I watch as Christiana sighs and throws the dresses onto the bed. "What's wrong with them Tay?!" She sits down on the top of the bed with her arms crossed and her face pouted.
"I really don't want to go out. I'm depressed Christina." My eyes began to water but I forced myself not to cry. I need to be strong, even as hard it is I have too.
Christina climbs over to me and wraps her arms around my neck.
"I know. And trust me it hurts my heart to see you like this. So even if you feel good for five minutes I want you to at least feel good okay?"I nod my head up and down moving my attention back to the dresses.
"I'll go with the second dress." I walk as a smile grows on Christina's face and she jumps up from her seat to grab the dress and hand it too me.
"Go try it on. Ima try this one on."
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I look per-cautiously at myself in the mirror pulling the bottom of the dress down half way to my thigh but I keeps finding its way right below my bum when I stand up straight.
"You. Look. Hot." My attention turns to Christina who was standing in the door way looking at me when wide eyes. I cross my legs and blush a little because of her comment.
"Thanks?" I say more as a question then a statement.
Christina walks over to me and scans my dress for any flaws. "What's wrong girl? You look fucking sexy." She says say she spins me around.
"I feel a little uncomfortable since I haven't wore a dress in years. Especially not one like this." She takes my hand and rubs it with her thumb.
"Well, you look hot." I turn around and face the mirror to examine myself one last time.
"You don't think it's too... You know? ...Too Short?" I move over to my side as I suck in my stomach to see if it makes me look any better.
"You look fine girl! But how do I look?" Christina models for me as she cat walks and spends around. No doubt she was a model.
She did look good though. I'm not gonna lie.
"You look stunning." I say speechless. "I especially love this dress. It actually makes you look like you have some sort of butt." I say sarcastically too her.
Christina playfully hit my arm. "Don't be mad because I have a butt and you don't." She said switching really hard as she walked into the bathroom.
"What time is it!?" Christina said walking to the bathroom door with a curling iron in her head. I walked over to my cell phone that was charging on the night stand and unlocked it.
"It's 10:34." I yelled back at her.
"Okay we need to get going. Because at 11 the girls have to start paying five or ten dollar to get in and I really don't have the extra money right now." I grabbed my purse and my phone before I left this apartment for the first time in at least two weeks.
(Harry's POV)
"isn't she lovely made from love." I said too Ema as I rocked her to sleep in my arms. I watched as her eye lids began to get heavy and her breathing calmed.
This little girl is my angel. Just to have her laying in my arms brings warmth to my heart.
As she drifted to sleep, I decided to talk to her.
"My little Ema, you don't know how much I love you. And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I missed when you were born, your birthdays, they first time you talked, the first time you crawled, the first time you walked. I'm so sorry I missed that and not even the excuse of me saying I wasn't ready isn't good enough. My heart hurts when I think about these possible years I've could have spent with you but my mind was messed up. I put other stuff in front of my family and that's not right at all. I need you to know that I didn't take you from your mom to destroy her or even you. That was never my intention and I promise you that. Just tell me you'll never let a man treat you like I've treated your mom. I've treated her like dirt and she's done nothing wrong. I should be the one who gets treated like that. Your mother is strong and independent woman and I want you to be exactly like her. Now like me but like her. I hope you don't hate me when you grow up for all that I put you and your mom through. I just want to have both of you in my life. Forever. To grow old with, and I want you to have your own set of kids too so I could be a grandpa. But not soon. Like in your 50s would be good."
I just kept going on about every subject that crossed my mind.
"And your not allowed to date until your in your 30s. I think that's fair right?"
"Oh and I want to watch you walk down the isle in your beautiful wedding dress. But don't get mad at me if I cry when I give you away. That's so gonna be hard."
I sat on the bed staring at the ceiling as I talked to my daughter.
My Daughter.
(Taylor's POV)
The club was packed. Nothing but sweaty bodies, alcohol and drugs. This really wasn't my kind of environment.
"Come on ima go get us a drink." Christina yelled at me over the music. She grabbed my arm and kept a hold on my wrist as we pushed through the bodies.
People were grabbing my ass, smacking it, yelling things at me. Usually I would smack someone who would disrespect me enough to grab my ass but I couldn't. The club was so packed I couldn't see over anyone or anything.
Me and Christina arrived at the bar where we found two empty seats so both decided to take on. "What would you two like?" The bartender asked us and he pushed a tray of shots to the people standing next to us.
"I'll have a dirty martini and my friend would like a couple shots of vodka." Christina spoke for me. The bartender left and I shot a glare at Christina. "What?" She asked a little offended.
"I don't like to drink like that. Why would you order me that!?" I whisper into her ear.
"Oh loosen up." The bartender came back with two shots for me and a dirty martini for Christina. "Thank you." I mumbled.
"Okay do tilt you head back and take all of it into your mouth and swallow it at once. Simple." Christina said taking a sip of her drink.
I did as I was told and took the shot. My throat started to burn and I grabbed it as if it would ease the burning. "Good girl." Christina said as she patted my head as I was a dog that did a trick for snacks.
I watched her as this tall man approached her and asked her to dance. She immediately said yes and he grabbed her hand pulling her into the dance floor. I didn't want to be by myself in such a crowded place do I grabbed my shot and tried my best to follow Christiana.
I hopped out of my seat and passed through a couple of people who were dancing.
I looked down at my dress and used my free hand to pull it down my leg just a little more. I felt my body being stopped and my drink spilling. "Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry." I said trying my best to clean off his shirt with my bare hands.
He chuckled which sent chills through my body.
"Just get a napkin babe." Babe?
I took this mans hand into mine and guided him to the bar where I grabbed a napkin and started dabbing his shirt which as drenched in vodka. I was so focus on getting his shirt cleaned off that I didn't really care that this stranger knew my name.
When I finally snapped out of it, I looked up at this mans face and recognized it instantly.
"Terrell?"
"okay, now which one do you like for yourself?" Christiana held up two dresses in her hands making me chose. I bit down on my bottom lip as I six crisscross on my bed with my towel around my body.
"To be honest, I don't like either one." I say to Christina. I basically wasn't even in the mood for going out. I just want to curl up in my bed and cry myself to sleep.
I watch as Christiana sighs and throws the dresses onto the bed. "What's wrong with them Tay?!" She sits down on the top of the bed with her arms crossed and her face pouted.
"I really don't want to go out. I'm depressed Christina." My eyes began to water but I forced myself not to cry. I need to be strong, even as hard it is I have too.
Christina climbs over to me and wraps her arms around my neck.
"I know. And trust me it hurts my heart to see you like this. So even if you feel good for five minutes I want you to at least feel good okay?"I nod my head up and down moving my attention back to the dresses.
"I'll go with the second dress." I walk as a smile grows on Christina's face and she jumps up from her seat to grab the dress and hand it too me.
"Go try it on. Ima try this one on."
///
I look per-cautiously at myself in the mirror pulling the bottom of the dress down half way to my thigh but I keeps finding its way right below my bum when I stand up straight.
"You. Look. Hot." My attention turns to Christina who was standing in the door way looking at me when wide eyes. I cross my legs and blush a little because of her comment.
"Thanks?" I say more as a question then a statement.
Christina walks over to me and scans my dress for any flaws. "What's wrong girl? You look fucking sexy." She says say she spins me around.
"I feel a little uncomfortable since I haven't wore a dress in years. Especially not one like this." She takes my hand and rubs it with her thumb.
"Well, you look hot." I turn around and face the mirror to examine myself one last time.
"You don't think it's too... You know? ...Too Short?" I move over to my side as I suck in my stomach to see if it makes me look any better.
"You look fine girl! But how do I look?" Christina models for me as she cat walks and spends around. No doubt she was a model.
She did look good though. I'm not gonna lie.
"You look stunning." I say speechless. "I especially love this dress. It actually makes you look like you have some sort of butt." I say sarcastically too her.
Christina playfully hit my arm. "Don't be mad because I have a butt and you don't." She said switching really hard as she walked into the bathroom.
"What time is it!?" Christina said walking to the bathroom door with a curling iron in her head. I walked over to my cell phone that was charging on the night stand and unlocked it.
"It's 10:34." I yelled back at her.
"Okay we need to get going. Because at 11 the girls have to start paying five or ten dollar to get in and I really don't have the extra money right now." I grabbed my purse and my phone before I left this apartment for the first time in at least two weeks.
(Harry's POV)
"isn't she lovely made from love." I said too Ema as I rocked her to sleep in my arms. I watched as her eye lids began to get heavy and her breathing calmed.
This little girl is my angel. Just to have her laying in my arms brings warmth to my heart.
As she drifted to sleep, I decided to talk to her.
"My little Ema, you don't know how much I love you. And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I missed when you were born, your birthdays, they first time you talked, the first time you crawled, the first time you walked. I'm so sorry I missed that and not even the excuse of me saying I wasn't ready isn't good enough. My heart hurts when I think about these possible years I've could have spent with you but my mind was messed up. I put other stuff in front of my family and that's not right at all. I need you to know that I didn't take you from your mom to destroy her or even you. That was never my intention and I promise you that. Just tell me you'll never let a man treat you like I've treated your mom. I've treated her like dirt and she's done nothing wrong. I should be the one who gets treated like that. Your mother is strong and independent woman and I want you to be exactly like her. Now like me but like her. I hope you don't hate me when you grow up for all that I put you and your mom through. I just want to have both of you in my life. Forever. To grow old with, and I want you to have your own set of kids too so I could be a grandpa. But not soon. Like in your 50s would be good."
I just kept going on about every subject that crossed my mind.
"And your not allowed to date until your in your 30s. I think that's fair right?"
"Oh and I want to watch you walk down the isle in your beautiful wedding dress. But don't get mad at me if I cry when I give you away. That's so gonna be hard."
I sat on the bed staring at the ceiling as I talked to my daughter.
My Daughter.
(Taylor's POV)
The club was packed. Nothing but sweaty bodies, alcohol and drugs. This really wasn't my kind of environment.
"Come on ima go get us a drink." Christina yelled at me over the music. She grabbed my arm and kept a hold on my wrist as we pushed through the bodies.
People were grabbing my ass, smacking it, yelling things at me. Usually I would smack someone who would disrespect me enough to grab my ass but I couldn't. The club was so packed I couldn't see over anyone or anything.
Me and Christina arrived at the bar where we found two empty seats so both decided to take on. "What would you two like?" The bartender asked us and he pushed a tray of shots to the people standing next to us.
"I'll have a dirty martini and my friend would like a couple shots of vodka." Christina spoke for me. The bartender left and I shot a glare at Christina. "What?" She asked a little offended.
"I don't like to drink like that. Why would you order me that!?" I whisper into her ear.
"Oh loosen up." The bartender came back with two shots for me and a dirty martini for Christina. "Thank you." I mumbled.
"Okay do tilt you head back and take all of it into your mouth and swallow it at once. Simple." Christina said taking a sip of her drink.
I did as I was told and took the shot. My throat started to burn and I grabbed it as if it would ease the burning. "Good girl." Christina said as she patted my head as I was a dog that did a trick for snacks.
I watched her as this tall man approached her and asked her to dance. She immediately said yes and he grabbed her hand pulling her into the dance floor. I didn't want to be by myself in such a crowded place do I grabbed my shot and tried my best to follow Christiana.
I hopped out of my seat and passed through a couple of people who were dancing.
I looked down at my dress and used my free hand to pull it down my leg just a little more. I felt my body being stopped and my drink spilling. "Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry." I said trying my best to clean off his shirt with my bare hands.
He chuckled which sent chills through my body.
"Just get a napkin babe." Babe?
I took this mans hand into mine and guided him to the bar where I grabbed a napkin and started dabbing his shirt which as drenched in vodka. I was so focus on getting his shirt cleaned off that I didn't really care that this stranger knew my name.
When I finally snapped out of it, I looked up at this mans face and recognized it instantly.
"Terrell?"
Notes
Sorry , I've been a little busy today :) hoped you liked it though. And I think there's a stomach bug going around because I literally don't feel good at all but I'm not going to stop updating just because of that:Ddid y'all miss Terrell? I wasn't just going to add a character and not put him in anymore chapters ;)
hope you liked though because I may be updating once more today:)
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I can't see any of the house pictures -_- but I really love your story I read the first one all last night!
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