I hear the doorbell ringing, and I jump off the couch eagerly, startling the cats, and run out into the hallway.
I knew exactly who it was.
I was staying in my house in Nashville for a couple of days while I visited my parents for my Dad’s birthday, but today was mine and Adam’s first anniversary, and he was flying into town so that we could spend it together.
I swing the front door open and see him standing there, with a sheepish smile plastered on his face, and an overnight duffel bag swung over his left shoulder.
“You’re here!”, I say excitedly, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him.
We hadn’t seen each other in four days, and I had missed him like crazy.
He pushes me inside and dumps his bag on the floor, placing his hands on my waist, before kissing me back passionately.
I move my hands up to his hair, and we stand there for at least five minutes, just, getting lost in each other.
Eventually I pull away for air, and I stare into his eyes.
“Well, that was a good way to say hello”, he says, chuckling, as he engulfs me in a hug.
“Happy Anniversary”, I mumble into his chest, smiling ever so slightly as I inhale his scent.
He smelt like sandalwood and mint, and it’s a scent that I could never ever get tired of smelling, even after a year of being together.
“Happy Anniversary, Taylor. I love you so much”, he says, in his cute little accent, cupping my face in his hands, and kissing the tip of my nose, making me giggle.
“I love you too”, I say giddily, blushing a little bit from the intense eye contact that Adam was now holding.
“What are you looking at?”, I ask, looking down at my feet, and then back up into his blue-green eyes.
He smiles softly.
“Nothing. You just look extremely beautiful when you’re all giggly and excited, and I want to get you into bed, like right now”, he says, kissing me softly again, before lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder.
“Later!”, I say, squirming under his tight grasp, forcing him to set me down. “But, first, we have to bake a cake together to celebrate”, I say, taking his hand and dragging him into the kitchen, where all of the ingredients had been laid out since I had woken this morning.
“You seriously want to choose baking over anniversary sex?”, he asks me, clearly quite amused.
“You should know better than anybody by now that I use every opportunity I get to bake”, I say, putting an apron over his head, as he rolls his eyes.
“Come on, it’ll be fun”, I say, putting on my own apron and grabbing the flour, and pouring it into the mixing bowl.
“I’m cracking the eggs!”, he says, grabbing them excitedly like a little kid, and cracking each one on the edge of the bowl, before adding them to flour.
“What’s next?”, he asks, after we’ve added in the sugar.
“That’s it”, I say, picking up the bowl and pouring the mixture into the cake tin.
He opens the oven for me, and I place the cake on the top shelf, before setting the timer.
“We have 18 minutes to kill”, I say, wrapping my arms around his waist, as he places a kiss gently on the top of my head.
“Let’s go and sit down, I want to talk”, he says, pulling my arm and leading me into the living room.
“Hi babies!”, he says, greeting the two cats, who were curled up on one of the couches.
He lets go of my arm and walks over to the cats, stroking their fur, as they both start to purr loudly.
I can’t help but laugh at the sight before my eyes.
Adam always acted like a ‘big, tough guy’, so I found it absolutely hilarious that he treated the cats like they were his kids.
“Who’s the best girl”, he coos, scratching Meredith’s ear as I stand behind him, crossing my arms over my chest.
I clear my throat and he turns around, grinning cheekily.
“You getting jealous?”, he says jokingly, sitting down on the other couch and pulling me onto his lap.
“How could I not be jealous, you’re extremely attractive”, I say, not meaning to sound so seductive.
“One year”, he whispers, resting his forehead against mine.
“It’s been the best year of my life”, I say, genuinely, as I feel the tears threatening to pour from my eyes at any moment.
He rubs my back.
“I knew when I met you that you were special, and I made it my priority to protect you, and I hope that I did a good job over the past year”, he says, kissing my forehead.
“You did”, I whisper, squeezing his shoulder, as he pushes me off his lap and stands up.
“Where are you going?”, I ask curiously, as he dissapears into the hallway.
He comes back in after a second with a small rectangular box in his hand, and he hands it to me, before sitting down again and lifting me back onto his lap.
“You got me a gift?”, I ask, looking at him as his cheeks turn a little pink.
He nods his head and rubs my knee, encouraging me to open it.
“I just wanted to get you something to symbolise what we have. You mean so much to me Taylor, and words will never be able to justify just how much I love you, so I hope that this gift is a good start”, he says.
I smile softly at him and stroke his cheek, before untying the bow that was around the box, and tearing off the wrapping paper.
I gasp when I see what’s inside, and a single tear rolls down my cheeks.
It’s a gold, heart shaped vintage locket, with our anniversary engraved on the front of it, with an intricate patterned engraving surrounding the numbers.
It must have taken him ages to find the perfect one.
“Adam”, I whisper, as I lean in and our lips meet.
This kiss is different.
It’s not just a ‘thank you’ kiss.
It’s not just an ‘I love you’ kiss.
I don’t really know how to describe it.
It’s kind of like one of those ‘I love you with all my heart and I never want to let you go because you mean the world to me’ kisses.
“Open it”, he says, watching as I take the locket out of the box and open the clasp that was holding it shut.
Inside there are two pictures; one on each side.
The first one, is a picture of the two of us in London, when we took that boat trip on the River Thames with Gigi, Joe and Karlie, and the second one is of the two of us, when we took a trip to Dumfries over the holidays, and Adam took me hiking on the mountain behind his parents’ house, where he would go as a kid.
“Here, let me help you put it on”, he says, gently taking the locket from my hands and gently brushing the hair away from the back of my neck, so that he could tie the chain.
“I feel like this is what I’ve been missing all my life”, I say, looking down at my locket, as I lay back and rest my head on Adam’s chest.
“Do you ever think about our future? Like, properly?”, Adam asks, after a few moments of silence.
“Every day”, I say quietly, taking his hand and fiddling with his fingers.
“I can’t wait to experience everything with you”, he whispers into my hair, leaving a kiss that lingers.
“I can’t believe that you ever swiped left on me. You would seriously be missing out right now if you hadn’t changed your mind”, I say, sitting up and grinning, as he rolls his eyes.
“Seriously? We’re going to go over this again?”, he asks, raising his eyebrows.
“You know I’m only teasing”, I say, running my hand through his hair.
We sit there in silence for a couple of more minutes, just happy to be in each other’s company on this important day, but are interrupted from our moment of reflection when the oven timer beeps from the kitchen.
“Cake’s done!”, I squeal, jumping off of his lap and pulling him up, linking our hands together as we go and fetch the cake.
“Now, we have to decorate”, I say, clapping my hands together like a little kid, as Adam sets the cake on the wire tray on the countertop.
“You can decorate, and I’ll watch. We all know that I am not the most artistically gifted person”, Adam says, shrugging his shoulders cutely and removing the oven glove from his hand.
I shake my head and dip my knife into the chocolate icing, covering the entire cake.
“You have to do something!”, I say, grabbing a piping bag and filling it with white butter icing.
“Okay, I’ll advise”, he says, rubbing his hands together mischievously.
I position the piping bag comfortably in my hands, and pipe out “1 year”, onto the cake.
“It’s missing something”, Adam says, wrinkling his nose, and imitating one of the food critics on Masterchef.
After a couple of minutes of silent deliberation, his eyes light up, and he punches the air triumphantly.
“Hearts!”, he shouts, taking the piping bag from my hands.
He pipes two hearts on either side of the ‘1’, and stands back proudly to asses his work when he’s finished.
“Now, that, is an absolute masterpiece”, he says, winking at me.
“Whatever you say, Wiles”, I say, moving the cake onto a plate and putting strawberry jelly on the hearts.
“There! Now it’s perfect!”, I say, standing back to look at the cake.
“That is so beautiful”, Adam says, pretending to tear up.
“Shut up, it is”, I say, hitting his arm playfully.
“I have to post this on snapchat”, he says excitedly, taking his phone out.
“You really want to do that?”, I ask. I was a little surprised because Adam always liked to keep the details of our relationship so private.
“I want everybody to know that it’s our anniversary and that I’m happy being with you”, he says, kissing me quickly.
“The fandom is going to go crazy”, I whisper, shaking my head.
He takes the video, and I can’t help but laugh at the ‘YAY’ that he says at the end.
He takes a deep breath, before adding it to his snapchat story.
“No going back now”, he says, setting his phone down, and wrapping his arms around me.
“No going back”, I whisper.
I look down at the locket around my neck, and brush my fingers over it.
“I’m going to post this on Instagram”, I say, smiling at him.
“Really?”, he asks, smiling from cheek to cheek.
“I’ve never felt so sure about anything in my entire life”, I say, taking out my phone and taking a picture of the locket.
I quickly post the picture, realising that I could never undo what I had just done.
“This is forever”, I whisper, taking both of Adam’s hands in mine.
“Forever”, he says back, planting a kiss on my lips.
The long kiss gradually turns to quick, feverish kisses, and soon enough our tongues are fighting for dominance.
He pulls away for a second and brushes the hair out of my face with his fingers.
His eyes are twinkling.
Full of love, and full of lust.
Before I can say anything, he lifts me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
He starts placing kisses on my neck, and makes his way down to my shoulder blade, before I push him back slightly.
“We have to eat the cake, first”, I say, looking over at our creation, that was sitting on the counter top.
“The cake can wait, this on the other hand, cannot”, Adam says, lifting me upstairs, and opening the door to the bedroom, making me squeal.
This, was forever.
This is my first oneshot so I’m sorry it’s it’s TERRIBLE. Happy official one year of Tayvin ❤️
Source: Taylor Swift Grotto
7 Mar, 2016
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