Here is Part 6 of #StrangerInMyLife!


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Taylor leads you down the steps, holding your hand. "Are you having fun?" he asks.

You nod. "I'm always having fun when I'm with you."

He smiles and wraps his arms around your waist. "Wanna really makes these cameras really go wild?"

Before you could respond, his sweet lips are on yours, devouring your mouth. As you close your eyes, the camera flashes blind you.

*After Party*

You stand with Taylor, his hands resting lightly on your hips. He talks to celebrities, introducing you to each one. Some of these people you knew, some making you almost freak out. As you meet them, eyes seemed to bore into your back. You turned and looked behind you, only seeing backs. At the moment, Taylor was introducing you to Kristen something, a young girl around your age, maybe a few years older. Again you feel eyes on you. You glance back and see a brunette in a dark aqua dress, her eyes meeting yours. Lily notices you staring back, and starts to laugh widely, her hand resting on a guy's shoulder. You roll your eyes at her immaturity and turn back to Taylor, holding him tighter.

"Ready to go?" he asks, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. He smiles sweetly down at you, his thumb gently rubbing against your palm. "You look ready."

"I'm good. I can stay longer if you want," you say and peck his lips. Your hand runs along his cheekbone.

"No, it's okay. I can go to these things whenever I want. Right now, all I want to do is be with you."

"Okay," you smile. "Let me go tot the restroom first," you say and kiss his cheek.

"I'll go get the car. Meet me out front?"

You nod and pull away from him. You both turn, headed in the opposite direction. As you start to walk, Lily comes out of nowhere, bumping into you. You can feel her drink spill down the front of you. You stumble backwards a few steps, surprised. "Oh, I am so sorry," Lily says, with a taunting tone, a smile on her face.

"What the hell?" you ask, anger boiling.

"YN, it was an accident. You don't honestly believe I would ruin your pretty dress on purpose, would you?"

"We both know this wasn't an accident." People around you were now quieting down, trying to hear what was happening. "Is it because I'm with Taylor now? Are you jealous?"

"Jealous? Of you? Don't kid yourself, dear. You don't honestly believe Taylor has real feelings for you, do you? You're part of an act, sweetheart. You make his fame skyrocket. You are and mean absolutely nothing to him."

"You don't know what you're talking about," you say. "He does have feelings for me."

Her laugh cut through you, making you shiver slightly. "Get this through your head. Taylor does not care for you at all. You mean nothing to him or anyone else here. You don't fit in with us."

As you open your mouth, a hand is on the small of your back. "Don't ever talk like that to her again, Lily. You know she's not just some girl off the street. I love her. She's everything I want," you hear Taylor say. "Who are you to tell her she doesn't belong here? Belong with me?"

You turn and see Taylor standing behind you.

"Taylor, I-"

"Come on, YN, let's go," Taylor says, pulling you away.

You don't object, falling into step with him. "Here, wear this," Taylor says, taking off his jacket and handing it to you. You grab it and put it around your shoulders. "Why?" you ask.

He pulls you closer to him. "So no one can see the front of your dress."

"Why does it matter?"

"Bad publicity," he replies.

You stop walking and pull the jacket closer around you. "Bad publicity?"

He stops too and turns back at you. "I didn't mean it like that."

"How did you mean it?" you ask. "You sure it's not like what Lily said? I'm just a boost of popularity?"

"No, YN. That's not what I meant."

"What did you mean then?" you ask, looking up at him with big eyes.

"I meant that if you go out there like that, you'll be on the cover of every magazine, rumors will spread, and people might blame me. They'll make up a story and say that I'm an abusive boyfriend, or that I have an out of control temper. The truth doesn't usually get out here."

"How do I know what she said isn't true?" you ask.

"I thought you knew me better than that. How could you even think that?"

"I'm sorry," you say. "I don't know why I'm judging you. You wouldn't do that to me. You wouldn't use me." You go back to him and take his hand. "Let's go."

You both quickly make it out to Taylor's awaiting car. The ride to Taylor's is quiet, your head resting against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Your mind is clear, until something he said from earlier enters your thoughts. You smile brightly and playfully hit his arm. "So, you love me, huh?"

He smiles and chuckles a little. "I think so."

"I like that," you say smiling from ear to ear. "I like that a lot."

"What about you?" he asks. "Do you love me?"

You think for a moment, your heart racing. "Yes."

He smiles too and kisses your lips sweetly, tenderly.

Taylor sighs as he unlocks the door, pushing it open with his arm. "Want something to drink?" he asks, walking inside.

You follow him kick off your shoes. "Please."

He goes over to the fridge as you plop down on the sofa. "Oh, wait," you say, getting back up quickly. "My dress. I should get home."

"No, stay awhile. Please?"

"What am I going to wear?"

"Those boxers and the t-shirt are up on my bed. Go change into those."

You smile. "Okay. I'll be back."

After you've changed and washed the makeup off your face, you head back downstairs to find Taylor on the sofa, his eyes closed. You quietly tip-toe to him. You carefully sit on his lap, trying not to wake him, but his eyes flutter open. He rubs his eyes and smiles at you. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs.

"You were asleep," you say, your arms around his neck. "I should go home and let you get to sleep."

"What's it with you and going home? As far as I'm concerned you'll be in my arms all night."

"Taylor, I can't. No matter how much that sounds appealing."

"Why not? My parents aren't home, my sister's over at a friends house, your dad is out on business, your mom and your sister are at Disney World. . .we have both houses to ourselves tonight. Why don't you just stay here? I don't like the idea of you being by yourself in that big house. Just stay here where I can watch over you, keep you safe."

You smile and kiss him. His hands move to your hips, wrapping around your waist. One hand holds your hip, the other tangles itself in your hair. You push into the kiss, getting as close to him as possible. His hands slowly make their way down to the hem of your shirt. They start to slide under, touching your bare skin, caressing your stomach and waist, going farther and farther. You moan into his touch as his fingers brush against your breast. His mouth moves down your neck to your collarbone, sucking the skin there. Your head leans back, your legs wrap around him. He throws the shirt up and over your head.

"Let's go upstairs to your room," you say, getting off his lap. He smirks at you and follows you up the stairs, holding your hand.

"You're so sexy," he whispers huskily in your ear. His hands move up and down your sides. You giggle and lean against the wall, a few steps away from his room. His arms block you from moving, he leans toward you, kissing you passionately. You place your hands on either side of his face, you then jump on him, your legs wrapping around his hips. He moves his hands to support you. You both then flip positions, Taylor's back now against the wall, your body pressed against his. You move your hands slowly down his chest, feeling each distinct muscle. Your fingers play with the skin along the bottom of his shirt. He groans and nibbles on your earlobe. You then pull off his shirt, revealing his fit chest.

"Is this okay?" he asks, touching your chest. You remembered then that you had no bra on since you wore the strapless dress. You were half naked.

You bite your lip and nod. His hand cups your bare skin, raising goosebumps. "You're perfect, YN. Absolutely perfect."

You then are in his room, sprawled out on his bed. He hovers about you, the dark room masking both your expressions. "I love you," he murmurs.

"I love you more," you say as he pulls the shorts off your legs. His hands then run up and down the inside of your thighs.

"Taylor?" another voice says, a voice you recognize. Before either you or Taylor could do anything, the door opens and standing there is Makena.

"Oh my God," you say, pulling the covers over you, your face as red as it could possibly get.

"Shit," Taylor mutters, getting under with you.

"Eww," Makena says, placing her hand over her eyes. "Oh my God! Eww! Ew! Ewwww!"

So this one ends on a funny note :) Haha tell me what ya think! I'll try my hardest to get the next part posted by Tuesday or Wednesday. Sorry i haven't posted in awhile. School is stressing me out and taking up all my time :/ Anyway, hope you liked this!

"Taylor?" another voice says, a voice you recognize. Before either you or Taylor could do anything, the door opens and standing there is Makena.

"Oh my God," you say, pulling the covers over you, your face as red as it could possibly get.

"Shit," Taylor mutters, getting under with you.

"Eww," Makena says placing her hands over her eyes. "Oh my God! Eww! Ew! Ewww!" She quickly rushes out of the room.

"I should go," you say after a few minutes of awkward silence.

"You're leaving? Now? After all that?" he asks.

"Taylor, I can not stay here!"

"You can't leave! What do I do?"

"What do you mean, what do you do? You have to talk to her!"

"How can I talk to her about this?" he asks.

You sigh and watch him. His eyes are wide, his chest is heaving. "I'll go with you. I don't know exactly what to say, but I'll help."

He sighs in relief. "Thank you."

You both fumble around the room, grabbing clothes and putting them on. You then go out of the room looking for Makena.

"Makena? Where are you?" Taylor shouts.

We go downstairs and find her at the counter, her head resting on her hands. She has a glass of water and her cell phone beside her. You walk over to her and awkwardly rub her back, trying to soothe her. "Makena, I am so sorry," you say.

"You aren't going to say you were wrestling or something, are you?" she asks.

"We didn't think you'd be here tonight," Taylor says, ignoring her comment.

"I wish I wasn't," she replies into her arm.

"We are completely humiliated. I don't know what to say," you tell her.

"What are you doing home, anyway?" Taylor asks. "You were supposed to be over at Rachel's."

"We got in a fight. Long story," she answers.

"So you just decided to come home? This late?" he asks.

"It's only ten-thirty," she replies.


"Can I go upstairs, please?"

"Of course. Go ahead and go to sleep," you tell her, cutting off Taylor. "Again, I am sorry, Makena. It won't happen again, I promise."
She nodded slightly as she got up and made her way up the steps. "Hey, Makena?" Taylor calls after her, running his hand down his face. "Could you, please, not tell Mom and Dad?"
She smiled and thought for a moment. "You owe me."
"Deal," he replies as she makes her way to her room.
You collapse on to a stool, letting out a puff of air. Taylor leans against the wall, watching you, neither of you knowing what to say. You watch Taylor as he runs a hand down his face and pinches the bridge of his nose. The shock and humiliation had finally worn off, leaving you with laughter. You laugh so much, tears fall down your face.
"What could possibly be funny?" Taylor asks, a smile on his face as he watches you.
You continue to laugh and reply, "It's just, funny." You shrug, your giggles shaking you.
"It is not funny," he says with a chuckle.
"You're right. Not funny," you say, trying to keep the laughter at bay. You bite your lip, but can't help it. Your laughter erupts from your chest, causing you and Taylor to start laughing uncontrollably. Taylor comes over to you and kisses you, turning your giggles into a smile against his lips. He rests his forehead against yours and smiles at you. "I really should go now," you say once you'd caught your breath. "See you tomorrow?"
He nods. "Tomorrow."
You stand and make your way to the door. "Good night. Pleasant dreams."
"Better than pleasant, because you'll be the main focus of them."
You smile and walk down the front steps, anxious to get to bed.
The next morning you were wake to kisses going up and down your neck. You slightly open your eyes and see Taylor hovering above you, a smirk on his face. "What are you doing in here? How'd you get passed my mom?" you ask.
He chuckles and kisses you lightly on the lips. "She's with your sister, remember? Disney?"
Duh. "Oh, yeah," you say, rubbing your eyes to get used to the light.
He laughs. "Did you really forget that easily?"
"Hey," you say, defending yourself. "I'm just waking up. Give me some credit for even knowing who you are."
"Get dressed. I'm taking you out today. All day." He gets up and goes to your closet.
"What do you think you're going?" you ask, jumping out of bed and rushing over to him.
"Getting you out of bed," he says with a smile. He kisses your cheek and goes to the door. "Oh, and you snore."
You laugh and throw a shirt at him. "I do not!"
He chuckles as he goes downstairs. You roll your eyes and shake your head, grabbing a pair of shorts and a green tank top. You quickly put on your make up and flip flops, then rush downstairs, throwing your hair in a ponytail.
"Where are we going?" you ask.
"You look beautiful," he says, getting up from the couch.
"Yeah, sure," you say sarcastically. "You on the other hand look completely handsome."
He wore his hair messy like always, his sunglasses hung on his tight black shirt, and he wore a pair of khaki shorts. "Why thank you," he said in a smug smile. "See that? I can take compliments."
You laugh and go to the pantry, grabbing a granola bar. "What are we doing today?" you ask for the second time.
"Well, I have a few errands I need to run, but then I thought we could do something."
"A surprise, miss nosey."
You stick your tongue out at him. "What kind of errands do you need to do?"
"Oh, the regular stuff, you know?"
"Okay. Fun," you say sarcastically.
He laughs and takes your hand pulling you out the door with him.

"This is what you call a normal errand?" you ask, gripping his hand as you walk into the studio of Seventeen Magazine. "This is anything, but normal."
"Normal for me," he said with a grin.
He leads you to the back of the studio, introducing you to people as you went. "Taylor!" A girl with a camera around her neck smiles as she walks up to you both. She reaches out to Taylor and pulls him in her arms.
"Hi," he says chuckling.
"Great to see you again! And who is this lovely lady?" she asks, pulling out of his arms and spinning me around, examining me from all sides. You awkwardly turn.
"This is YN. She's my girlfriend," Taylor answers.
"Well, hi there, honey. I'm Rai."
The girl was in her mid thirties, maybe early forties. She had curly red hair that reached to her shoulders. She wore glasses and was quite slim.
"Hi," you say, not knowing anything else to say.
"Are you ready, Taylor?" she asks, walking back to another room. Taylor grabs your hand and pulls you along with him.
"Do I need to change?" he asks.
Rai turned slightly and glanced at his clothing. "Just some jeans," she says. "We'll get a few close ups and then go to a park and take some photos."
Taylor nods. "Sounds good."
"Okay, great. Go ahead back to the dressing rooms. Someone will give you a pair of jeans."
"All right," Taylor stops walking and pulls you into a hug. "I'll be right back, okay?" You nod and kiss his cheek. "You'll be okay here?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine," you reply and walk after Rai. Rai flittered around the room, checking lights and backgrounds, the camera flash, the color, and everything else that could go wrong.
"Would you like anything?" Rai asks you, grabbing two water bottles, handing one to you and opening the other.
"No, thank you," you say. She smiles over at you and pauses her work for a minute.
"I really hope you stick around. You're a lot prettier, and you seem very sweet. Unlike those other girls Taylor's brought with him."
"Other girls?" you ask.
"Oh, don't worry about it, dear. They are rich, spoiled, snobs who act like they are better than everyone else."
Taylor then walks out in a dark pair of skinny jeans. "You look great! Let's go ahead and start," Rai said, going over to the camera stand.
You turn away from the scene slowly, a deep sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. If what Rai said was true, that all the other girls Taylor had dated were so different from you, then why would he want to date someone so different?