Her Midnights - Taylor Swift Imagines

Begin Again (fluff)

AN: begin again has been on repeat for me lately so i thought i'd write a chapter about it. lemme know what you think. requests are welcomed. enjoy!

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Taylor looked herself over in the mirror as she anxiously prepared for her date. She'd curled her hair to what could only be perceived as perfection, but hated how it looked in the back and quickly straightened it. Her outfit consisted of a sky blue blouse and a floral chiffon skirt. She cringed as she looked at her options for shoes. The last person she was with hated when she wore high heels. Said it made her too tall. But she loved wearing them, so she threw aside all past date experiences and donned cream kitten heals. Nervously, she turned to her mirror.

"Deep breaths Tay..deep breaths," she whispered to herself as she smoothed the front of her skirt.

One more double take in the mirror and she was ready to go. She threw on her headphones and favourite pair of red sunglasses. The lock clicked behind her and she took off down the busy Parisian streets. She was supposed to meet you at this café around noon, but she'd never been to it before and left early so she wouldn't be late. She hoped you wouldn't be late.

Matamata Coffee was located down a gorgeous cobbled alley. Taylor took one last deep breath before pushing open the door and scanning the crowded room for you. To her surprise, you were there early. She smiled as you stood and waved.

"Hey Taylor!" You grinned, pulling her chair out for her and lightly touching her back as you helped her in.

"Hey," she grinned, "I've never been here before. Left early so I wouldn't be late."

"You haven't been here?! It's so good! You have to try their chai latte. Absolutely phenomenal."

Taylor studied your face and took in every detail as you talked about your favourite drinks and snacks listed on the menu. She thought you were absolutely beautiful. Your attention was brought down to the table's surface as her phone flashed with a notification.

"James Taylor? You listen to him? I don't think I've ever met someone with as many records from him that I do. He's my all time favourite."

Taylor laughed lightly at this, because in the back of her mind, she knew she had a sizeable collection of his records back home.

"I was actually named after him," she told you.

"No way. That's totally cool," you gaped after she nodded slightly as if to confirm the fact.

"Yes way! Pretty sure if I were a man my parents would've named me James. James Taylor Swift. Kinda has a nice ring to it, huh? I just ended up with Taylor though," she explained as a smile lit up your face and you laughed at her story.

"That's awesome. Wish my parents could've named me after a musician," you giggled.

Taylor thought it was strange that you thought she was funny. No one ever did. But she wasn't upset about it. No, quite the opposite - she was glad you could pick up on her shy sense of humour.

You both exchanged stories as tea was served. You learnt that she wrote songs, loved cats, and wanted to move to the south of France.

"I just think it's pretty there," she said, "like, imagine being rich and buying a villa in the south? So gorgeous."

Taylor watched as you closed your eyes to picture her description of her dream. She couldn't even describe how happy she was that you were interested in her stories and aspirations.

You paid for everything, even after she said she would many times.

"Can I drive you home?" You asked as you opened the door for her.

"Oh, I guess, yeah," Taylor blushed.

On the walk to your car which was parked a few blocks away, gives you an opportunity to exercise apparently, Taylor talked about whatever was on your mind and you commented when you got the chance. She was about to bring up her ex but was cut off when you opened your mouth.

"Oh my god! Look at that!" You gestured to a movie disc situated in a thrift shop's display, "Love Actually! That's like my absolute favourite movie, I watch it every Christmas. It's like my own little tradition I decided to start when I was in school."

And as you passionately talked about your all time favourite film, Taylor forgot about what she was going to say. She just listened as you gave a detailed storyline without spoiling the ending.

"Here, can you hold this?" You asked, handing her your bag. She looped the straps around her wrist a few times as you fiddled with car keys.

"Okay, come here," you reached out to her, leading her to the other side of the car and opening the door for her. But you didn't miss the chance to get close to her and admire her. Taylor's face was quickly turning a light pink as you got closer.

"It's unlocked," you grinned, pulling away.

"Tease," she laughed as she slid into the passenger side.

"You bet!" Came your voice from the back of the car.

"What's your address?" You asked as you started the car.

"Uh, here I'll set it up on Maps. Is that okay?" She asked anxiously, scanning your face.

"Of course!" You replied, lightly brushing her arm as you reached for the charging cord.

The drive back to her place was a comfortable silence, with the radio playing softly in the back. Taylor pointed out pretty views every so often. You made mental notes to take her back to those places. If she let you, that is.

You parked outside of her apartment and unlocked the door.

"This was fun," Taylor grinned.

"We should do it again soon," you replied, turning towards her and leaning in slightly. 

Taylor smiled as she leaned in and whispered, "We definitely should," as you closed the gap. The kiss was sweet and slow and you had your hand holding her face delicately. You broke apart to catch your breath and Taylor quickly stole another kiss before opening the car door.

"Friday? Same time?" You asked.

"Friday," she beamed.

Taylor skipped up the steps to the lobby, feeling a new sense of hope for love, and for the first time, what's past is past.

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wowow hope u liked this one. school is crazy rn as the year is ending but im hoping to keep up with regular updates. lots of love, neef<3