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Middle of the night

Y/n pov

At 1:24 am in Argentina, I woke up to the sound of soft piano being played in another room, painfully sharp period cramps, and loud thunder and rain from outside. I only liked 2 of these three things; rain and hearing taylor sing and play, I hated thunder and I would most definitely murder period cramps if I had the chance.

all I wanted right now was for taylor to hold me but she sounded too busy for that, or maybe she wasn't, but either way I didn't want to disturb her music-making process. I attempted to calm myself down with a few fidgets, but quickly realized they weren't making much of a difference and groaned at my failure. I sighed and squinted, trying to think of something else that could keep me occupied. A few things came to mind, but were all shut down because of some reason after another.

Unanticipated, a super loud thunder crashed down, scaring me. I squealed a bit louder than I'd like to of, which alarmed little Olivia who was sleeping peacefully next to me. I envied her, despite how perfectly calm the room looked, I still was unable to fall right back asleep. I finally gave up and made the defeated walk of shame to taylor.

I was whimpering while holding my stomach thanks to these unbearable cramps and my throbbing headache. I walked slowly to the music room before opening up the door to reveal taylor sitting productively at the piano. "Oh baby, whats wrong?", she immediately got up from the piano to hug me. "I have stupid cramps and I hate the thunder", I meekly muttered and looked up at her causing her to click her tongue out if sympathy.

"What do you need, hm babygirl?", she asked with slight prepotentency as her fingers became softly threaded in my hair. "....I don't know", I said once I realized I didn't want anything in particular. "Well, I think I do, one sec", she said and left right after, putting her pointer finger up to me motioning that she'd be right back. I sat on her piano bench patiently waiting for her to return back to the room. Once she did, she held a painkiller in one hand, a cup of water in the other and a cute cardigan of hers under her arm. "Drink, swallow, wear", she said in order as she handed me the items she had brought. I did as she said and swallowed the pill, but Taylor decided that she'd help undo the shirt I had on previously to help me put her cardigan on. "Good girl", she commended me afterwards.

My hand was pulled to her bench at the piano, "no, Tay, I don't wanna make you stop writing", I started to feel regretful, "who said I'm gonna stop? Come here, get some rest babydoll", she gave me a small smile whilst letting me crawl into her lap. I sat with my legs on each side of her thighs and my head knuzzled into her neck. She continued to quietly sing and play "daylight" while rubbing my back under my shirt with her other hand; talk about multi-tasking. "I don't wanna look at anything else, now that I've saw you, I don't wanna think about a anything else now that I've thought of you", she sang soothingly to me, making me sleepily smile. I battled to keep my eyes open but was eventually unsuccessful and succumbed to deep sleep.

"I love you, My pretty girl", she whispered into my ear and gently picked me up to carry me to bed.