The Meet Up, Tag: Arya and Taylor

[Taylor McDanial]

It was dark and gloomy. Dust had settled in from the lack of usage. The theatre was old, and no one had been in it for a long time. Flipping the switch which was right next to the door, Taylor had made his way in. He looked around at all of the empty seets, wondering what movies had played there, and if any one had came to see them. Taylor himself had only watched one movie, so many years ago. His Aunt believed that witches and wizards were to wise to waist their days away watching films about life when they had one of their own. "Such a muggle thing to do," she'd say. "Such laziness."

He looked at the giant gray screen before him. It was massive. He couldn't see himself watching something on such a big screen. His eyes were so little. There was no possible way he could focus on every little detail. Then again, he couldn't focus on anything these days.

Taylor was anxious. He tried to keep his mind on everything else except for the real reason he was there. Arya. Arya Alexanda, his one time firend. He knew how difficult this was for her. A death eater sneaking around to meet with a traitor. He couldn't help but think of everything that was negative, everything that could go wrong, and how it would be his fault. Taylor was confident, and he knew that he wouldn't let anything happen to Arya; but, could he trust her.

He also couldn't erase the thought of betrayel that kept lingering in the back of his mind. She was quite a dark girl. Was she capable of doing this to him? Taylor certainly hoped not. He felt to strongly for her. In more ways than just a friend. Now that she knew this, would she take advantage of him? He shook his head, rustling his fingers through his hair to relax.

Taylor made his way to the front row. He sat down, waiting, and waiting, and waiting. He was so impatient, so nervous and paranoid. He needed everything to slow down. The door opened. He turned quickly, but quitly, so no one would see him. He stayed hidden behind the front chair awaiting to see a face.

[Arya Alexanda]

"Don't forget. The Theatre, in three days,"

It hadn't been forgotten, far from it. The theatre was all that she could think about, the situation, that harsh and difficult situation that she herself had put herself in. Something like that couldn't be forgotten. And the anxiety was killing every fragment of her body. She wondered if he had come. She wondered if he was going to stand by his word. She couldn't pretend that she knew Taylor, for the possibilities of him changing was so easy in the time she had rejected him with Erik. But a part of her couldn't stop screaming 'Trap'. But what did Arya have to fear from a trap. She was fearless and gifted, she didn't need help, and she helped herself. So a trap would cause her never to stand by Taylor again. A shame, now that she needed a piece of comfort in her life. It was just that the scene at the Lake seemed so distance, from the spiralling dizziness of the corridors, she was now faced with. Her eyes were losing focus, nerves. They were nerves that were digging deep into her stomach. But they were just nerves, that was what she told herself. It didn't help to be paranoid, especially with the circumstances.

She could see the draw backs to the plan, meeting a person that is a traitor to your ideas and views, family even. Yes she had felt that the Dark Lord was family to her on occasion. Everyone did, didn't they? Though Arya more than anyone knew the circumstances of the Dark Lords power and she was stupid to think that this was going to end in a happily ever after sequence. Even Taylor knew that this reunion may come to nothing, didn't he? Arya was starting to question herself on so many different things, especially on the reasons of Taylor's desperate attempt to get back his relationship with her. She couldn't talk about it, the whole thing was secret, not even Erik knew about it. She couldn't tell him, she had no idea how he would react.Telling him would mean punishment to both parties. Yet Arya couldn't help but wonder how Taylor would be subjected to if his snotty friend (if you could call it that), Karkaroff found out. What would that mean for him? What would that mean for her? Nikolas was nothing, nothing to her anyway. She had made that point quite clear to Taylor.

Escaping the endless looks of a group of second years, clasping themselves around the edge of the Feasting Hall Arya, sliding, her back slowly against the small segment of wall, stepped backwards through the Theatre entrance. Though she knew the place, she had never been on the other side of the rustic looking door. The place looked untouched, dust filtering inside slowly along the entire seating and lighting. Arya found herself a little taken back at the vastness of the place, the gloomy colouring definitely allowing her to agree, the place fit the meeting perfectly. It sounded strange to call it a meeting, but what else could fit what was going on. She couldn't think of anything that could describe it better.

Turning, Arya pressed her fingers along the curved seats, each in turn as she moved slowly down the centre aisle. There wasn't any effect in her movement, just anxiousness. What if he never came? She would hate to look a fool. Taking a shallow breath, her eyes wondered over the old decor, the large rectangular centre piece obviously was the screen, though she wasn't completely sure. She didn't have to same back ground as everyone else. The screen seemed ridiculous to her, having to sit and stare at the vast picture. Not something she would enjoy.

Her heart almost stopped when she reached the end. She’d seen the brown hair and pale neck rising above the back of the seat. The hair was messy, though the casual look in Taylor appearance was, well was what made Taylor, Taylor. But the view of him from this angle was another to make her stop. She hadn't accepted this. Though it had been her plan to meet, she had never in her sensible mind thought that he would fulfil it. What was Taylor thinking, giving up everything for her? It caused her neck to give off a pinkish glow. Why did she have to flush when she was so close to being seen? If Taylor saw it, well she would give anything for him not to notice. Draping her hair quickly over the patch, she stepped into view. Whether it was a mistake or not, she didn't know.

"Taylor" She whispered, the sound of it was alien in the silence.

[Taylor McDanial]

There it was. Her familiar voice. She had no idea how pleasant and comforting her voice was to him. It was calming, and soothing; yet, on the other hand his heart pounded even faster. He knew what the plan was, but it was all too different now that she was hear right in front of him. There was nothing he could do, but raise from behind the seat. He did so, and his eyes set upon her once more. This time she wasn't a fantasy, or an image in his head. She was truly there. It was eerie and awkward. It was almost too much for Taylor to grasp all at once. She had given him the chance that he was wanting, yet he couldn't say thank you, or anything else for the matter, at that time being. He could only stare.

Taylor's eyes wandered through out her face. Her eyes were cold, as if she had seen far too much evil in her time; yet, there was something still beautiful, still intriguing about them. Her lips - supple and plump - Taylor could do ntohing but resist. Her cheeks were ever so bright. Was she nervous or startled? He didn't know, and almost like a spreading illness, he felt his cheeks light up, fiery red they felt. He couldn't help but to look away momentarily, from the embarrassment. "Thank Merlin's beared it was you," Taylor said, finally speaking. His voice seemed a bit scratchy and distant. "I thought it was one of you friends." She knew what he was implying, yet he didn't quite catch on too quickly that his statement might of came across as rude.

Raising his hand and brushing his fingers through his hair, Taylor stepped out from behind the seat moving a bit closerto Arya, yet still keeping his distance. Though he would of liked to, he still didn't know to trust her or not, and he knew that she probably felt the same. She was probably wondering whether or not he told Nikolas about this meeting which he hadn't. If Nik knew of this, he would of tried his damdest to make sure that the both of them were dead. If Nik knew, Ivo would know, and then the rest of The Damned would know, and yet again Taylor would be considered a traitor... among traitors no less.

"How've you been?" He was still so unsur of what to say, or what to do. He place his hands in his pocket, which signaled how uncomfortable the situation was to him. If only he could get rid of all of the butterflies in his stomache. " I - uhmm... I know it's only been threed days since we've seen each other, but I'd still like to know what's been going on in your world." He smiled. It was veyr genuine, and he hoped that Arya would noticed that; however, it was a faint smile and it slowly went away. "Did anyone see you?" He had to ask, there was no getting around it. They would both be dead if someone had, and their meeting would be all for nothing.

[Arya Alexanda]

It wouldn't of mattered if her neck was pink or a vibrant shade of crimson, it was too late to hide the vast glow breaking through the small layers of black still in place. It felt extremely good to have that feeling of uncaring and relief, it was something that Arya had never thought possible while evaluating Taylor on his own little characteristics. It was just his presences, alone in the Theatre that had brought a change in her. A small change, that most would consider great. She hadn't needed to even see his face, to notice the small detail that was etched into his features. And then there was that stabbing feeling, sinking deep into the depths of her stomach. It was deadly, all the time she was thinking about Taylor, looking at Taylor from what she thought was normal, it dug a few inches deeper. Obviously her body was causing a stir, even though she didn't know what to expect from this meeting. In the woods it had seemed all tears and questions, they had hardly had any time to really acknowledge how this meeting was about to change their life's. It had been so quick, nothing had been sorted. The only thing that Arya did know was that Taylor meant something to her, something more than just her enemy. And yes Taylor had been her enemy.

Arya felt his stare, so mysterious and admiring, go through her. She had no idea how her eyes had reflected his, or the way her lips would be positioned. At the moment her body was going into over load, more in shock by the way her arms pricked with goosebumps. If she hadn't been in the presence of Taylor, she would have pinched herself. She guessed that now, there was no need to worry about how she would react to Taylor's absence. He was there, right before her eyes, not a daydream or a trick. Did this mean that Taylor... trusted her? She wasn't sure that was in his better judgement and knowing herself well, she only wished that Taylor would try to keep his distance from her. She was far from able to be trusted, Taylor on the other hand. She had trusted him once, was it fair for her to do it again? If they were to spend so much time together, she guessed it would be the only way. And then her eyes caught the same embarrassing pink in Taylor cheeks.

She laughed. It wasn't quite natural, more awkward and slightly less humorous. Of course it also sounded alien especially when the sound bounced off every hard surface it could find. As she laughed, there was a sense of nerves spreading with it, she didn't know whether Taylor's pink cheeks had been amusing or the silence had been too much for her. Either way the laugh had been wrong. Now she was feeling embarrassed, hearing the tones hitting from the walls, while her and Taylor stood so close to each other, barely centimetres away. They were so close; Arya felt the need to touch him, to see if he was real. But she knew what the touch would provoke; she didn't know whether she wanted that yet. And then there was the talk of the Death Eaters. All the nerves were provoking all sorts of things, though she guessed this was a conversation that needed to be cleared. "No they won't be, how do I say it, turning up any time soon."Arya uttered, her teeth stayed momentarily on her bottom lip before she pulled it away. But could he say the same for his little friends?

The Damned already had Arya as a high priority for what happened to Karkaroff senior, not to mention the Order. She had enemies everywhere, yet somehow she was still alive, funny. Obvious she had nothing to worry about, especially not from Karkaroff junior. She was almost untouchable, but then why was she being so easily lead by Taylor? Was he keeping some secret motive locked behind closed doors? Arya didn't want to have to find the will to search though his mind, but what if he was lying to her? She just had to find the strength to believe him, even if believing him would mean so much more agony on both their parts. Taylor could be killed and what would Arya do then, avenge him? But wasn't that what loving widows did,avenge there dead lovers? There were too many questions, her mind was having trouble keeping up or looking for any answers. From now on, she would probably be known as a traitor, if any of this got out.

Not breaking her eyes contact with Taylor, she moved the extra distance closer to him. They had been almost a step away from each other already, yet Arya had felt the need to close the space. Taylor's small talk was only natural; it was comforting, though she could hear his nervousness breaking through. Was this the moment she would need to reassure him, do something spontaneous? She didn't think she could, no matter how hard her eyes burned unconsciously into his. Taylor admiration of her was rubbing off, her fingers started to get fidgety at her side, wanting to reach for Taylor's, she couldn’t. How could she tell Taylor about what had been happening in 'her world'? How could she tell him about Erik? She began to bite her lip as she thought over how she could put it nicely, without shouting. For Arya wanted to shout at her stupidness and at the anger for Erik. "Eventful as always."Her voice slipped slightly but not enough for Taylor to pick up on. She edged her body around Taylor, to sit down in one of the seats. "Don't worry, Taylor. If anyone had been following me, they won't even know I was here by now. Obliviate is so convenient."She smirked.

[Taylor McDanial]

He couldn't help but notice all of the tension in the room, it crowoded around them like a heard of elephants waiting to be notice. Of course, neither of them would mention the awkwardness. It would only make things far worse. He could sense that Arya was beginning to lighten up. Her mannerism wasn't as defensive, nor was it outrageously could. She seemed a bit happy, yet she couldn't figure out what to do with that. He remembered the days before they had met at the lake. HE thought of her so much. There were many days that went by where Taylor just oculdn't get her out of his mind. She was so beautiful, so brave, Taylor couldn't help to do nothing else but admire her. Arya knew, as well as Taylor that this meeting would change a lot of things. Hopefully for the good. All Taylor could think of now was telling her how he felt, and hoping that she felt the same. Yet, there was Erik. Taylor knew their status. Still, he couldn't help feeling that there was a chance that she felt the same a she did; and, he couldn't pass that up. He'd be stupid to, and would never forgive himself, regardless of her answer.

Taylor watched in awe as she stared back at him. The moment seemed as if it never ended. He wondered what all she had going through her head. His body longed for her. Just one touch was all he wanted. He wanted to feel her. It was the only way to know she was truly there. It was the only way Taylor knew of to show her how he felt... his gentle touch. Something stopped him. He couldn't get the courage to even try. Coward, he thought to himself. He was a coward. His heart had been stomped on, and he wasn't ready to let that happen again. Taylor was a hopeless romantic. He was always looking for someone to care for, to take care of, to provide for, to love. He hoped that person could be Arya. Taylor cared for her already, so dearly. She was independent, and knew how to take care of herself, but he would have liked to shown her that he could always be there for her. That he could be there for her in any danger, any crisis, any event. Thirdly, he wanted her to know that he was falling for her. That he had been falling for her since before they were enemies. Since before her, and Erick. He had been falling for her for a long time, it just took a long time for him to finally see.

Though he could tell that she hadn't cared for it, Taylor loved the sound of her laughing. It reminded him so dearly of their childhood together. They were so young, so naive, so full of energy and joy. Arya had changed completely. It was nice to see some positive energy run through her veins. He smiled at her embarrassment, as the memory of her as a third year continued it's run through his memories. Her features hadn't changed at all, only her eyes. They were distant, he longed to see the eyes of a much younger, more innocent, more happy Arya once more. They were physically so close to one another. This made Taylor think of so many things that he wouldn't ever want Arya to know he was thinking. He couldn't help his attraction towards her. She was very beautiful. Her stature, though he knew she wasn't trying for it, made Taylor think of everything he wanted to do to her. Her lips, the way her teeth pressed against her bottom lip, made Taylor long for a kiss, among other very sensual, very private things. He began to blush once more. Not knowing what to say, or do. His eyes drifted away from hers. He now was embarrassed himself, hoping that it wouldn't show. He watched as she made herself more comfortable, sitting in one of the theatre seats. A sigh came from taylor, knowing that the tension ishe had casued him to feel had now ceased. Making his way to her once more, he sat in the seat to the right side of her. He sat there silently, looking at the screen as if a movie was playing. "I'm glad you came Arya. At first, I wasn't sure if you would. . . There's so many things that I want to say. I'm just not quite sure how to say them yet."

[Arya Alexanda]

It was just the distance between her and Taylor that she was battling hard to overcome; it was the aching feeling that seemed to take over her figure instantly. It was new, so new to her that she couldn't explain it. As though her fatal attempts to keep herself guarded, had failed badly. But then if she had failed so badly, wouldn't she be dead now? Or was this just some sort of hallucination her mind was creating to protect her? Again with her constant questions, Arya just couldn't help herself. There was too much to think about at one time and Taylor was making it so difficult to keep her thoughts away from him. Every thought of him, caused another to occur, maybe her body was just trying to warn her, like she should be warned. But to be warned, meant that some harm was going to come to you, and Arya didn't think that Taylor could, though he had before. She was trying hard not to remember that time, it wasn't fresh another to believe he hadn't changed. For Taylor had changed, so much, she could see it now. Her ears were buzzing, making it even harder for her to concentrate. She needed so desperately to concentrate, just in case she slipped up. The tension was burning down on her; she didn't know how much more of this she could take. Tension made her do stupid things. Though it sounded strange, Arya somehow felt so much lighter, calmer. She guessed it was Taylor's presence again. But was it more than that?

She still felt it necessary to keep herself in control of the situation. She was intelligent, not that Taylor wasn't, but she was more intelligent then he would ever know. She had so many other qualities that could just break free spontaneous if her control slipped. Her defences were falling dramatically, she felt like she was losing something. Turning to angle herself on the side of her seat towards Taylor, she found herself staring again. This had to be wrong, this feeling of tension, because Arya knew it wasn't just any tension. There was so much more to it than that, that's what scared her. It was the thought of Erik that mad her change her mind. Erik, the person that use to be Taylor's friend, just like Deme had been to her and yet now Arya was beginning to lose hope in her lovely Erik. He had ruined it for them, and she was too sickened to even tell Taylor about it. She used to tell him everything, when they were in there early teen, but it wasn't the fact that her enemy's face was coming out, it was that she was sure Taylor would react strangely to the news and she didn't want that. She needed everything to be calm between them, and then maybe she might be able to figure about why her body was aching to be near Taylor.

Time was beginning to slow down, and Arya could feel the silence trapping her there. She wouldn't of minded the silence, somehow it gave her a chance to appreciate the way Taylor looked, the little expressions he made, the way his lips moved when he breathed, there was so many little things that her eyes weren't quick enough to catch. But every detail brought that gut renching feeling back to reality. Her hand moved slowly along the arm rest in-between her and Taylor's chairs, she had needed to move her fingers, though she left her arm lying untouched on the arm. Her lips started to go oddly dry as she tried to recover herself from the idea of allowing her arm to drape along Taylor's side. It was a strong desire, a desire that she hardly could understand, but then her self control stopped her and she realised she just couldn't. Not when her body was breathing souly of the chance to see Erik, but didn't her body also do the same for Deme and Ria? Maybe what she had thought love was was so much different. But she couldn't possibly love Taylor....could she? She tried to hide the doubt on her face while she kept her eyes on Taylor. That way he could tell she was hiding nothing. But wasn't she broken hearted now? Didn't she have a reason to try to get back at her lover, Erik for treating her was such little care or respect. Maybe that was the reason Arya was here, to get back at Erik. Maybe that was why her body was expressing feelings that she didn't even think, she thought about Taylor. No it couldn't be, she couldn't be that cruel.

Arya was hiding behind a charade. Thinking that she had no feelings for Taylor because she had seen him as an enemy. That was how her system worked, that was how she could be so cruel to people, because she didn't care about them. But now she was caring so greatly for Taylor it was unbearable, her heart felt like it was being attack from all sides. She had to do something. She had to do something now. But her body wasn't listening; it was motionless and taking control over itself. It made her panic. She hoped that Taylor hadn't noticed, but when he was staring at her so profusely how could he not. Luckily he had turned away, to gaze at the large black block, standing so tall in front of them. Again Arya couldn't quite imagine any pictures being displayed on the thin rectangle, the idea seemed amusing to her. Her teeth slide off her lips, replacing them behind her skin, with Taylor's eyes away from her, she felt so much more relaxed. Less pressured. Even if she craved for his attention, her body needn't scream it out. They weren't as close as they had been near each other, yet she could still feel him so close to her, right next to her, it was so hard to resist. It was so tempting that she had to stop her fingers grabbing to Taylor's arm or Taylor's fingers, or Taylor's attractive dark hair. She could admit that dark hair suited him. "I wondered why you were so distracted before. I've never been in this room before."Arya said, while tilting her head to look up at the ceiling. Her neck arched elegant, as she rested her head briefly on the back of the seat.

[Taylor McDanial]

Everything felt so alien in these moments that they shared in the theatre. It made it even harder for Taylor to talk to her; but, there couldn't just be silenece and awkward yet needed glances at one another. This wasn't what they had came here for, and it wasn't bring their points across, or making things better. He had had something to say. Taylor had stood there for so long, he had forgotten what that was. He trapped into her stare, into those beautiful eyes he felt like he was falling in love with. Her dark and mysterious ways had vanished briefly. She was letting her guard down, or so he though, and he craved for the real her to show.

Some how he was getting comfortable, somehow he could show a smile and not feel so out of place showing it to her. She probably thought of him as a bit odd, and he could relate, but still being said, he had something to say, and it would probably make her even more nervous more awkward in the situation.

He had to wase his way into it. Taylor had always had problems with being too forward, and he wasn't going to run her away, not this time, not like before. He couldn't help but think of what happened in the woods that night their wands met, as well as Nikolas' and Erik's. The things he said to her, the things he had done. He felt so sorry. He needed to tell her that. He needed to tell her so many things.

"How is Erik," he asked? He really wanted to know. Even though they were bitter enemies now, he had missed his friendship dearly. Nikolas wasn't the same. They were indeed friends, but Nikolas was what muggles would say, strictly business. They truly never had fun. Taylor didn't even know if Nikolas knew what that was. He awaited for an answer. He wondered what she would say. He wondered what Arya and Erik's relationship was like now. If he even had that chance he had been longing for.

(sorry it so short. I know I made you wait forever, I intended on making it longer, but I didn't want to make you wait any longer.))

[Arya Alexanda]

She wondered if Taylor noticed. She wondered if he had even seen the change in the way that her body was now positioned. Her eyes were no longer looking in his direction, but the rest of her body was desperate for him to stare at it. Her neck was stretched so far into the position, that even if Taylor had tried to spontaneously make a move on her, she wouldn't have been able to stop it. It was irritating how her body was almost in tune to Taylor's, or rather what Arya imagined Taylor's wanted to be like. She was having a hard time extracting the signs, she guessed he was merely attempting to keep himself in control, keep his body in line so she couldn't tell. But what was the point when Arya already knew that Taylor had feelings for her. She had seen it unwillingly at first in his eyes, the day that they had meet secretly in the woods. It was hard not to tell when Taylor normally made his feelings so obvious to everyone else around him. That was the only problem that she had with him, that and the fact that he was and probably would always slightly be her enemy. She still couldn't get that out of her head, the nervousness that she, Arya Alexanda, was on the edge of losing her self control in front of a known traitor to the Dark Lord. Her eyes closed, allowing her long black lashes to fester on her cheek. These awkward glances were killing her; she didn't know how long she could wait before taking Taylor's thoughts into her own hand.

She couldn't help but start to count the minutes to the number of times she heard Taylor breathe. It was easier, when all she could see was the blackness behind her lids. The counting started at one and by the time, Taylor had taken his next heavily performed breath she was already speeding up the numbers that couldn't match with how many seconds that were going by. Her fingers slowly balled up into a fist, and she couldn't take the silence anymore. Even if he said just one word, she wouldn't care. Just one, which was all she was asking for. It was by the time, she reached a hundred that she couldn't make herself carry on. Opening her eyes, she lifted them over to stare transfixed, first at the back of Taylor's neck and then slowly, ever so slowly down, noticing the changes between his rounded shoulders and the way that his waist curved inwards. Her fist opened slowly, as she couldn't help but imagine how her fingers could smooth themselves around his hips and her arms moulding themselves up so that her body was pressed up behind him...She quickly shook her head. The thought made her body almost vibrate in shivers. Her body lifted up, away from the back of the seat. This just couldn't be happening! What the hell was wrong with her? Did the little situation between the fact that she had begged Erik to take her back mean nothing? Obviously a part of it had, otherwise she wouldn't have managed to get all these wrong thoughts about Taylor and his body in her head.

She had realised that earlier Taylor had wanted to tell her something. But Taylor obviously didn't think it that important to share it with her. She would of thought by now that Taylor would think he was higher up, after all he had managed to get her here, make her feel things that she was trying hard to despise. She thought about Erik and how she had reacted to his affair, she didn't know whether she could do this anymore, she didn't know whether it was right. But when didn't anything Arya do have to be right? The question was building up the adrenaline inside of her; it was causing her to do something that her body was already willing to perform. She had a right to get Erik back for what he had done to her, for everything he had done to her. He had, had an affair with the one person that she loved most in this world. So what for Erik's damaged pride, he already knew that Demetrius in her eyes was loved above all. It was probably why Arya had to desperately beg for him to be with her. It was sickening to think of it now, how she had allowed herself to do such a belittling task. She wouldn't to see how he liked it, to see how much it hurt to be betrayed by someone that you loved. Taylor was standing there, right in front of her willing and waiting. She couldn't just pass off this opportunity like it had never happened. Obviously, she wasn't going to tell Taylor, he would only assume that she was only on some stupid vendetta against Erik, which she was, but it was more than that. Believe it or not, some part of Arya had managed to fall slightly in love with Taylor. It was what, was making this so damn difficult for her.

Her eyes jolted straight to Taylor's at the sound of Erik's name. She hadn't expected Taylor to want to know about Erik, the last time Arya had seen them talking together, her boyfriend was just about to get killed. It had terrified her that night, putting her in between something that was just meant to happen; it was probably why she was here. Why she could take the risk and the secrecy just to see and talk to Taylor. She couldn't say they were friends anymore, something inside of her was screaming that they just couldn't. "Erik's well...I guess Erik's completely fine, having relations with every guy in the school. He...he had an affair....with....."Arya couldn't say the name; it got stuck in her throat. It was still fresh in her mind, the scene on the rooftops; the place that she had witnessed the event. Unfortunately at this point, tears did run down her face, she couldn't help it. Taylor had seen them before, and she couldn't hide them. Everything was a mess and she'd been trying hard not to give in to Taylor but knowing that she was only attached to Erik was only a few strings, she couldn't help herself.

Removing herself from the chair, she took the steps that would lead her over to Taylor. The tears were still flowing, but she didn't care. Breaking that last step that would position her behind Taylor, she took away the distance. She could see his hands open beside him and took them quickly before he could even reject the touch. They felt soft, though she hardly had time to describe the way his hands felt to her. Arya,edged her body round to stand in front of him, fixing her body a long his. She was taking the risk, and somewhere in her head, she was liking it. Having her hands within Taylor's, it meant that they were unable to wonder or touch any other part of his body. She couldn't let them have too much freedom. And then, lifting her body up to linger around Taylor's lips, she gave herself a couple of minutes to realise what she was doing. Arya couldn't stop herself now; it was too late to back out. "Everything’s messed up, Taylor. I don't know what to do anymore." She uttered, before lifting to body the final distance. She pushed her lips calming against Taylor's feeling the texture of them. She pulled her body closer; she didn't know whether she wanted this, much her body was out of control.

[Taylor McDanial]

The way her voice cracked when she mentioned what had been going on between her and Erik, almost frightened Taylor. It took a lot to hurt Arya Alexanda, and Malone had done so. He could tell by the way her lips quivered, and by the way her nose shriveled up when she spoke about it. Then there was the tears that glided down her face as she continued. What she had been going through was horrible. Taylor knew she cared for Erik greatly, and that he was one of the only people she truly cared about. He felt deeply for her, and didn't like that she felt so much pain over this. He wanted to say I'm sorry, yet that was so generic, it was the thing to say in any crisis. How would it help? Taylor didn't think that it would; so, he remained silent, listening to her, and just being there for her anyway he could.

Almost in a split second, there hands were in one another's. It was something that Taylor hadn't expected, and those rush of emotions came back to him. So powerful. Her hands were soft and small in his. He developed butterflies, and goosbumps ran down his spin at the touch he had been longing for. If only she knew what she was doing to him. He wanted to be at her side, in her time of need, but she was exciting him in ways that he could not speak of at that moment, nor ever. His eyes shifted back from her tear filled eyes, to her quivering lips that he wanted to touch and kiss. What was he doing, he was suppose to be there for her, and all he could think about was his dirty horomones! He felt so horrible, so wrong for the many things he was feeling.

Her lips lingered over his, as he believed her true feelings were coming out. If only Arya knew what she was doing to him. His eys closed as he awaited for their lips to meet. The urges that he was feeling over powered everything else. It was almost uncontrollable, what he was feeling for her. His hands were locked into her's. Which he believed was a good thing; because, there were so many things his hands were wanting to do. . . wanting to touch. He couldn't get the thoughts, nor the images to quit replaying in his head. He rested his forehead against her's as he began to edge his lips even closer to her's.

And then there lips met. Everything that he had been dying to do had been released. He was stuck in that moment. Stuck in the kiss that they had shared, that he knew now they both had longed for. His eyes closed as the feeling sunk in even harder. Taylor almost wanted to smile, and he would have, if he hadn't been so wrapped up in Arya, wrapped up in the moment. His hands let go of her's as he placed them gently around her waist, and almost like a strike of lightning it hit him. Now was the time to tell her. His hands shifted up slowly to her arms, as he pulled away from her lips. "Arya," he said, his voice trembling, and echoing through out the theatre. ". . . I'm falling for you. I've been falling for you, for a long time now.. and," he stopped scared of what to say next, scared of her reaction.

[Arya Alexanda]

She could have been an actress, the way her performance was leading Taylor astray. The way that her body moved only to satisfy the ideas that were consuming him. It was almost like her own little seduction, though some of the performance had come as a shock to her as well. The tears for instants, she hated the way that they lingered slowly along her high cheek bones, until they dropped into her hair or onto her clothing. The echo in her voice, that hadn't been a charade. That sense of trauma had been completely out of the blue, and even though she wanted anything else but to make her voice quake at the thought of Erik, it had happened. It left her lips so quickly that she had hardly been able to rearrange the sound. Taylor had heard it, and somehow it had made her performance all the better. A part of her wished that Taylor would see the light, that he would see through her. But then, he was too much of a nice guy to think that she would use him in such a way. That thought was making it harder to deal with. It was as though the angel on her left shoulder was clinging one handed onto the clothing of her shirt, of course the little red devil was doing his best to shoot it down, but the angel was fighting back. Her guilt was taken over by far, by Erik. Her lips parted in a smirk as she realised that if he hadn't been for her beloved Erik, none of this would have happened. Of course the idea was sick, but as there anything about Arya that wasn't twisted in some sort of insane way?

His skin left shivers as his fingers closed dominantly around her own. It was the male dominance that she was waiting for, something that would let her know that Taylor wasn't always such a nice guy all the time. He had been a Death Eater once; surely there was something inside him compressed that could be unleashed, something that Arya was more than happy to unleash. On top of everything, on top of all of her little games and manipulation just to get this far with Taylor, she didn't want all this gooey crap that somehow seemed to always follow him around. She didn't want to be treated like some sort of wall flower to delicate to do what she wanted when she wanted. She wanted him to be a man, to fight for his authority with her, because Arya was such a dominating kind that Taylor needed to make sure his thoughts and feelings were heard. Right now Arya didn't need to get Taylor's sympathy for her ordeal with Erik and Demetrius; she didn't want it, though it did help get her where she wanted to be. God she just needed Taylor to take over and do whatever he wanted, that was the way her anger for Erik was going. She felt her own breathing getting heavier, feel the way that Taylor's hands seem to need to be pinned down. It made her smirk grew and the way that she was seeing Taylor was starting to change. He had it in him; he just needed to let it out.

All the heartbreak that was beating her heart black and blue right now didn't seem so agonising. She had been pushed so far that she now didn't regret what she was doing. She was actually quite liking what she was doing. The seconds that her lips trembled before they reached Taylor's had felt like hours, his breath smoothly gliding along her skin, flowing onto her opened lips, then she hadn't been able to resist. She had been so forward with her actions that she hadn't been able to with stand the idea that someone could walk in on them any minute. At the time Arya had been too transfixed by Tay's lips that his other facial expressions had been mute to her. She had to of felt the texture of his lashes they were so close, but couldn't remember. It was strange how one part of his body had managed to capture her attention for so long. She felt safe holding his hands, but now that his lips were travelling so sweetly along hers she would care where his hands went or touched. Taylor being all over her was helping to take Erik out of her mind, she needed that and he was doing a good job of it.

The good thing about it was that Taylor being a hormone crazy guy would think that he had made this happen. In fact he was completely wrong. Arya had been the one to make this happen and she was belittling herself slightly just to bump up his ego. I t was a sacrifice she was all too willing to take. Arya felt her world explode in such a girly tradition, luckily when she found herself addicted highly to Taylor's lips she didn't do anything with her legs like they did in those muggle movies that she had heard about. The only movement she allowed her body to make was the half gentle, half rough action of her lips and the looseness of her hands now on Taylor's hips to draw her closer to him. She hadn't noticed that Taylor had seen the need to unclasp his hands around hers. How long had her hands been there? How long had his hands been on her waist? Somehow she had been so absorbed that the things that were going on around her hadn't been seen or noticed, strange. She had felt this hands moving upwards and her eyes finally showed her annoyance when his lips pulled away. She was tempted to remind him that she was the one making all the rules not him. Since when do you pull away from a kiss that you've been wanting for so long? It pissed her off, when the only reason way because he wanted to talk to her. God, it was so typical of Taylor. She didn't know whether she could handle this right now. "Falling for me?...I....but...you can't!"She uttered. She was trying hard not to want to cause some sort of damage to him. She didn't know what to say, she already knew all of this, but she was still surprised by hearing it coming out of his mouth.She shook her head, but couldn't make herself move away from him.