The Story of Us || Kaylor

15

A/N: heyyy i clearly suck at updates, and this chapter is definitely not going to make up for it. pretty much just another filler again. anyway, i hope you enjoy! :)

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🌬 Heaven can't help me now  🌬

It turns out getting over Karlie Kloss is not nearly as easy as it sounds.

If Taylor is visiting New York to check up on her newly-purchased apartment, boom– Karlie is inviting her over for dinner and Netflix. If Taylor is back in LA recording the new album, boom– Karlie is FaceTiming her every night and already complimenting her on the songs she's never even listened to before. If Taylor is at some event or party, boom– Karlie is there, gushing over her dress. If Taylor is unboxing furniture and decorating the new apartment, boom– Karlie is there with a plate of freshly-baked cookies and deciding to help the singer unpack.

"Chocolate chip oatmeal. My favorite," Taylor smiles gratefully while taking the tray, "how did you know?"

"You told me sometime in December, and I guess it just kinda stuck with me," Karlie answers, peering around the apartment. "Wow. This place is a complete mess."

"Really? I hadn't noticed," Taylor says dryly.

"Need help unpacking?" she asks, gesturing to the stack of boxes piled up in the corner of the room.

"You want to help me unpack my stuff?"

"Why is it that whenever I offer to do something nice you always repeat it in a surprised tone?"

"Because it's surprising."

"Surprising? I'm a very helpful person, you know."

"Then why am I always stuck doing the dishes?"

Karlie ignores the singer, walking over to the tower of boxes and plucking one off the top. "Where does this go?"

"Don't you have something better to do?" Taylor teases.

"Ouch, you really don't want me here, do you."

Quite the opposite, really.

"I just can't imagine you would want to spend your Saturday afternoon unboxing furniture instead of doing something fun."

"Who says this won't be fun?" Karlie says happily. "Just pop in the new album in your CD player and this could turn into a raving party, and the cops might even make a special appearance if we're crazy enough."

"Yeah, no," the singer shakes her head, "I don't think so."

The model groans, rolling her eyes in defeat. "Whatever. Worth a try."

After a bit more pointless banter, Taylor finally gives Karlie the job of carefully opening boxes and collecting picture frames to put up on the walls and shelves. Karlie is in the process of hanging a photograph of Taylor and her family pictured somewhere in Nashville when the singer decides to quietly bring up, "You know, um, I actually finished recording the album last week."