Hayley's POV

"This is the hardest its hit you, huh?" I chuckled as I got a glass of water. Taylor managed to give a chuckle as he rubbed his temples.

"Kind of," he snickered.

"It'll go away soon. Promise," I said as I gave him the water and two Tylenol pills. He took the medicine.

"Feelin' nauseous or anything?" I asked.

"A little," he admitted. I got up and got a spoon and mustard.

"Open up," I teased as I came towards him with a spoonful of mustard.

"What the hell are you doing?" he almost groaned with a laugh.

"Mustard helps with nausea. Now take your medicine!"

"Fine," he sighed, letting me feed the mustard to him. Taylor cringed at the sour flavor. I giggled at the way his nose scrunched up, making him adorable all over again. Taylor exhaled, finally recovering from the bitterness.

"One more spoonful," he said. I giggled and gave him another spoonful.

"Just a spoonful if sugar helps the medicine go down," I sang teasingly. Taylor gave me a playful glare; he cringed again at the mustard.

"Gahh!" he choked. "How do you do it?!"

"I just... do it," I chuckled. "Besides, you shouldn't be whining. You have water, blessed child!"

"Are you too hardcore for water?"

"Sometimes," I joked. Taylor shook his head at me and took a swig of water.

"You're a tough cookie, you know that?" I nodded with a giggle as I set the mustard and spoon aside.

"Random question: where do you see yourself in a few years?" I asked.

"Uh, why?" Taylor quizzed.

"Just curious. What do you want in the future?"

"Well," he began. "I'm cool with anything. Just as long as I'm happy, y'know?"

"Well, you can always find happiness in anything. But what do you really want? I won't judge."

"Promise?" he asked, his cheeks turning a light pink. I smiled and nodded.

"I don't have to be in it," I confessed, though I wanted to be in his future. I only hoped I could be in his future. "I'm not that kind of girlfriend."

"Alright," he chuckled. "Honestly, I want to get the hell out of Nashville. I don't care where. Just out of here. I wanna be happily married to the woman I've loved more than anything. I would love to have kids, to be honest..."

"And?" I asked, interested in what he wanted in life. Taylor looked down at his empty cup with a smirk.

"It's cheesy. All of it. Cheesy as shit," he said.

"I think it's great," I said. "I know there's more."

"Fine," he huffed. "A well-paying job and the house doesn't even have to have specific on anything. Just as long as it has enough rooms for me, my wife, and our kids... if we have any."

"It's simple," I admitted with a smile. Taylor's face blushed even more.

"I thought you weren't going to judge," he almost spat. I giggled at his embarrassment. He was like a little kid, sometimes.

"I'm not," I laughed. "I'm stating a fact. Besides, I like it. It's not too cliche but it's not stupidly out of the norm."

"Thanks," he said. "I guess."

"You're welcome," I teased. "I guess."

Taylor's redness was fading as he looked up at me. I chuckled at him and took his glass to fill if up again.

"How're you feeling, by the way?" I asked.

"Better," he said, his voice being very convincing.

"You sure it's not the mustard talkin'?" I giggled. Taylor snickered a little as well.

"I'm sure. Thanks."

"Anything for you, stiff," I said as I gave him his glass of water. As I set it down, Taylor stood up from the table and pulled me into a kiss. I pulled away quickly with a cringe.

"What is it?" he asked, concern obvious in his voice and eyes. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"You taste like fucking mustard," I managed to giggle. Taylor laughed and tried to take me into another kiss. I pulled away, trying to run from Taylor's mustard affections. It evolved to him chasing me around the house as we both laughed, me shrieking a little from playful terror and him saying, "C'mere and love me!"

I backed away from Taylor as he approached me. I stumbled back and landed on the couch. It was too late to run once I tried to get up; Taylor pinned me down and kissed me deeply. The mustard taste was gone, my senses were gone. Nothing existed, just us. His soft lips were sweet. They were a flavor I couldn't describe or relate to. I could only say they were sweet. The way he cupped my face gently in his strong but careful hands made me feel loved. It made me feel wanted. He made me feel wanted. I held onto his wrists as he kissed me; I wrapped my leg behind his, letting him stumble on mine so he was closer.

The kiss didn't lead to anything. It was just as innocent as a kiss two teenage lovers would share. And at that moment, it felt like we were teenage lovers. At that moment, we were teenage lovers; teenage lovers that loved in a different life and a different time.

Taylor hesitated to break out of the make out, us being breathless as a result. He rested his forehead on mine as we both let out a breathy chuckle.

"We'll get away soon," I whispered, remembering what he told me about his future. "You and me, we'll get away soon. Just you wait and see."