It was a long day for Taylor, he went on a long morning run, he got his butt handed to him by his martial arts instructor for being ‘too slow’ when in reality, his instructor caught him really off guard and for his consequence, he had to climb the rope about 20 times then continue with his training regimen. That’s what the former werewolf was doing the entire day, training with his instructor and getting punished for being out of practiced, but relief washed over him when the afternoon rolled around, meaning that he can finally go home and sleep in his beloved bed and relax for the remainder of the day. But when he jumped into the car and sped down the highway towards the celebrity filled house, he had a sinking feeling in his gut, but he quickly pushed that aside not giving it another thought. The closer he got to the house, the feeling in his gut got stronger and stronger, so Taylor could only assume the worst: World War 3 had broken out through the house and chances are, it might be pretty hectic when he opened the door to the house. So when he reached the house and parked in his usual spot, he walked slowly towards the door, his nerves increasing with each step. “You can do this, Taylor. Just make a mad dash to your room and everything will be okay.” Taylor said to himself, hoping that the pep talk would suffice his fears.
When he opened the door and walked through the corridor that led him to the living room, he saw Austin with the saddest expression on his usually cheerful face and being the guy he was, he comforted him for a quick moment and later promised him his time if the rocker would ever needed. After parting ways, he learned that one of the One Direction members had gotten into an accident and lost his memory, then he saw his bro Harry look absolutely crushed. He then learned that those anonymous haters were at it again and worse, his band mate/best friend was in the hospital with a case of amnesia, and Taylor’s own best friend had a breakdown prior to his day. So while Harry went out on his walk, he decided to cook his favorite home meal, lasagna using his family’s secret recipe courtesy of his mother, hoping that the looming atmosphere will disperse when everyone had had a home cooked meal resting in their belly. Now he was sitting on the counter of the kitchen waiting for Harry and the kettle to boil so he can make the boy some tea in hopes to relieve whatever that was jam packed inside the British singer. Once he heard the footsteps, he turned his head towards the entranced and welcomed the boy. “Hey. The tea’s just getting ready.”
