Wattpad Romance (Contests) - Challenge 12

S T Y L E

T A Y L O R S W I F T

1989

challenge: Write a one-shot inspired from Taylor Swift's song 'Style'

word count: 1521

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"We-We shouldn't do this," I breathed out.

There was a moment of complete silence before he broke it.

"No, we shouldn't," he whispered back in a low voice, his breath staggering as I moved away from him.

"I-I'm sorry," I apologized to him, looking away and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, my cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "I probably shouldn't have..." Words weren't spouting from my mouth.

"No, don't say sorry," he waved me off, licking him lips and running his hands through his fingers. "It's me, I shouldn't have..."

Both of us were dumbstruck by our own actions, alternately throwing bashful glances at each other.

I leaned back on the seat of his car, trying not to sigh out loud, frustrated at myself for letting my hormones reign free. When we were just about to give our feelings another chance, I went ahead and did something stupid: like initiate a kiss.

An awkward silence spread around us; I debated on whether to get out of his car and end our date night, but his presence beside me, the way our arms were almost brushing against each other, our heavy breaths being the only sound audible - all this made it impossible for me to decide to leave.

"What should we..." I began, trailing off eventually, not knowing what to say further. "Maybe I should go."

"You don't need to," he said, glancing sideways at me, his eyes flicking down to my lips, making me feel a little uncomfortable.

He was kissing someone else that day...

"Uh, thank you for taking me out to a lovely dinner," I said, trying to break the awkward silence, seeing that he, like always, wasn't making an effort to do so.

"Thank you for pleasuring me with your company."

He shouldn't have said that.

His sweet, flirty words uttered so smoothly but yet so bluntly made my heart race a mile per second.

So I just smiled at him to hide the excitement and fear bubbling in my stomach.

He had parked his car a few blocks away from my house, but I really didn't know what to say next, so I reached forward to play a song on the music system in his car.

But before I could even touch it, his fingers grabbed mine and I looked at him questioningly; he shook his head and leaned forward, pecking my cheek, distracting me.

I froze on the spot when he didn't move away.

"You know," he mumbled, a lock of his hair brushing against the skin of my cheek, driving me crazy, "this won't be the first time we've kissed."

Kissed? I lost my virginity to you.

"It definitely isn't," I repeated, trying so desperately to hide the shakiness in my voice, but I was failing miserably because all that I was aware of, was the feeling of his lips on me.

His luscious lips which were earlier on my cheek, started travelling slowly down my jaw and towards my neck.

But it didn't stop me from saying, "Don't."

"I want to stop," he said in a low and dangerous voice, but stopped kissing me nevertheless. "I just can't."

"Why?" I asked, my tone matching his, and my pupils dilating as I took in the proximity between our bodies. Lifting his finger to trail it down my nose, he just smiled at me.

"You're so beautiful. It's impossible for me to stop thinking about you."

Lies. You were kissing some other girl.

"You don't need to lie."

"I'm not," he denied, his hand snaking slowly behind my neck and pulling my lips towards his teasingly. My breath hitched in my throat as he tugged at my bottom lip gently, asking for entrance with his tongue.

But a few moments later I couldn't handle it.

Moving away from him, I demanded, "Answer my question first."

I wiped my mouth to my palm, watching him do the same; with a slight nod, he beckoned me to continue.

Here goes nothing...

"I know you're seeing someone else," I blurted out, my voice coming out horribly high-pitched, but I didn't regret confronting him. I needed to know what I was getting myself into.

"No," he said blatantly, not even blinking.

I frowned.

"You don't need to lie about this! I did see you with a girl the other day; using your tongue and all."

"I did, but-" he began, his face lighting up as though he was remembering it now.

And then realization dawned on me.

"You-You..." I began, moving away from him, my hand resting on the door handle of the car. "You're dating someone and you still brought me on a date?"

I should've been taken aback, shocked; but I wasn't. I wasn't surprised at all; I knew this was coming, but I didn't expect things to break so fast.

I was hurt.

"You two timer!" I exclaimed, looking at him with a crazy expression; he just stared at me, looking bewildered to his core. "How could I not... Oh, my God! I'm so stupid!"

All this time that I sat in the car mourning over my idiotic and blind behaviour, he said nothing to me. I should've known; I really shouldn't have acted so stupidly.

I felt horrible about myself.

My hand pulled the door handle and I was out of the car in a flash, walking down the moonlit lane with my legs exposed in the tight black skirt that I was wearing. My heels were making a clacking sound against the pavement, but nothing could match the sound that my heart produced while breaking into a million pieces.

And also the noise of my silent tears that were dripping hard and fast down my cheeks, scolding me for falling for the wrong guy again: the same wrong guy.

Before I could curse myself more, I heard my name being called twice from behind; I didn't stop.

"Baby, wait. Please. Just hear me out!" he cried out, desperation dripping from his voice, but I wasn't going to go back to him so easily.

So I kept walking, ignoring him as well as the condition of my heart. But moments later, it sank in to me that he was trying to stop me; to stop our 'relationship' from falling more.

"She was no one, okay?" he shouted suddenly, eventually making me pause in my tracks.

"Are you kidding me right now?" I reprimanded, turning around and marching towards him, wiping my tears off my face at the same time. "How many times will you lie to me?"

"I'm not lying," he defended, trying to hold my hands and calm me down, but I had reached the epitome of my patience.

"I'm done with this!" I shouted at him, but regretted it the moment the words left my mouth.

Of course I wasn't done with him! I just wanted him to fight for me and not take me for granted.

"No you're not!" he yelled back at me, surprising me. "You're not done with this, done with us. I want to keep fighting."

My shoulders sagged, tears forming in my eyes, unable to keep them at bay from the whirlpool of emotions inside me.

"I'm just so tired of fighting," I whispered, my voice cracking as a single tear escaped my eye lid.

Bringing his finger to my cheeks, he wiped my salty teardrop away gently, his fingers grazing my cheeks for a longer time; his eyes were staring at me while I just blushed and kept looking away.

"That girl was no one, I repeat no one," he said, lifting my chin up with his thumb. "It was a one-night stand with a disastrous end, which I'd rather not share with you."

I giggled in between by tears despite myself, and he chuckled, too.

"W-What happened?" I asked with a slight hiccup, curiousity taking the best of me. He smiled down warmly at me.

"She had a boyfriend, and the next morning, he came banging on my apartment door. I don't need to tell you what happened next."

I gasped, subconsciously touching his bottom lip with my finger. "He did not!" But when I realized what I did - my actions - I took a step back, shaken.

He was so good looking, it was extremely hard not to touch him.

His eyes immediately softened when I moved away, but he came close to me once again.

"Baby, I know we're not perfect. But we can always keep trying, right?"

I nodded, my eyes watering.

"There may be times when we'll get tired of each other, but we'll not stop. We'll be relentless. We'll keep fighting for each other; for our love. And in the end, it will be worth it, trust me."

I nodded, reaching forward to peck his lips slowly, heat rushing up my face.

"Now take me home, will you?"

"What? Just a small kiss? How about a make out session?" he teased, taking a step closer.

I just laughed, hitting his chest.

"Well then, what about a French kiss? Surely you can grant me one..."

I just shook my head, the goofy smile on my lips refusing to leave.

"Just take me home."

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