New Romantics

Chapter nine

"Karlie knows". That was the only thing taylor said once she saw selena getting closer o her desk. She grabbed her friend's wrist and pulled her to Kloss' office, giving them some privacy by closing the big door made of glass.

"Knows what?"
"My dirty little secret"
"You're canadian?"
"Dork! That i like her" taylor was now sitting on the desk, her fingers running through the strawberry-smelling hair
"So you like her! I knew it." Selena teased, getting a angry glance from her friend in return. "Sorry, not the time. Why do you think they know?"
"the notebook- MY notebook. The one with the lyrics and all... it was unlocked, plus i left it at one of de drawers while i was having lunch with tom and it was on the other one once i got here and- i- she can't know about it, she just can't. If she knows she'll act on it, and i know I wouldn't be strong enough to hold myself back!" The blond was sweating, her cheeks starting to burn.

"Wait you had lunch with tom? The fuck, taylor?" The brunette seemed genuinely confused, looking directly into her friend's eyes.

"Yeah, he showed up out of nowhere and asked to have lunch with me... so he could get to know me better or something like that, as friends. But he kept his eyes on his phone for like the whole time. We almost didn't talk."

"Okay i think i know what happened" Selena nodded, sitting down "Tom filled me with paperwork today, at lunch time. And when i was almost leaving to find you at your desk, guess who showed up? Cara fucking Delevingne. They both were distracting us for some reason, and i feel like it has something to do with your diary thing"

"And they are both Karlie's close friends... do you think- do you think she saw it?"

"It's the most obvious option here." Selena paused, getting close to taylor so she could hold the blond's hand as a form of comfort "you should talk to her, big time. This is not right in any way"

"I won't see her until the charity event, as far as i know. I'll try talking to her, I promise. Unless I quit! That should work out, I'm quitting and-" she was already with a pen on her right hand when her best friend interrupted, putting the paper down.

"You're not quitting! You're gonna talk to her, end of story. And if you feel uncomfortable after it, then i'll let you do whatever you wanna do. Just not gonna let you take impulsive decisions without an actual conversation"

And with that taylor agreed, looking down, insecurity filling her whole brain, the words of someone who she now considered a close sister echoing throughout her head during the whole day. As soon as the blonde stomped her feet on her "i hope you like cats" door carpet, she broke down crying. Tossed her shoes off and collapsed onto the couch, pulling her only form of comfort at the moment into her lap: a cat named meredith grey.

It turns out that, what many regard as drama, Taylor saw as an immense trauma. In her last job, while still living in Nashville, the blonde found herself falling in love with her co-worker, Emily. It was Taylor's first true crush, the first time she felt truly loved and understood. Still a dreamy teenager and never having had her heart brutally crushed by someone she cared about, Taylor wrote page after page in her diaries about how she envisioned the perfect marriage, and how they would adopt three children, and the house would be full of cats. Cats. It always had to involve cats.

As you can imagine, it didn't go as planned. In fact, she found out that the reason why emily was even talking to her in the first place was so taylor would be too involved with the relationship to care about getting a promotion. She wasn't even into girls, as far as taylor knew. And that broke her, it made her cry for days, and lose weight, and even consider dropping her whole career plan to go to a "less competitive area". She then found out this type of stuff doesn't exist, and that people like the different, like the outspoken, like the confusion, and like people who they can fear while admiring their awesome - but damaging to those who came the wrong way - personality.

That was a boost to fight her fears and finally move to New York. To stop being the stupid good girl who gave everything and received nothing in return. With that in mind, she made a pact with herself that she wouldn't fall for anyone on her first years at the city, specially if it had work involved.

But you know what they say, you can't help who you fall for. So there she was, fearing that the person she admired the most knew she liked her back. Afraid of getting hurt again, cryptic about what to say, how to act.

She got up to feed her cat, who was scratching her whole arm at this point, but her attention got caught up by a giant present wrapped up on a kitten packaging resting right in the middle of the kitchen table, with a post it glued on top of it

hey tay!,

It's your sunshine, karlie. How are you feeling? I hope you had a good day! I was searching for a dress to wear at the event, but I ended up finding this and i think it would be simply perfect for you. Sorry for kinda breaking into your house, you really shouldn't let your keys under the rug, it's like- extremely obvious. But anyway... I'm really excited to see you on Wednesday, hope you treat me like a human like you did on our last date ;)

With love and joy,
Your K . <3

Taylor was tearing up, a low "it wasn't a date, dumbass" escaping through her lips while she smiled a little. She opened the box and was instantly amazed, that was the best dress she had ever seen, and it must've cost a lot - not that this was a problems for her boss, but she still felt kinda bad. So she decided to call karlie.

"Hi?"
"YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE?"
"Oh, hi tay! Sorry for that! You must've seen he dress, right? Isn't it perfect?"
"Yeah, it really is amazing if we ignore the fact that you BROKE INTO MY HOUSE. Though I do love the dress, I really can't take it, it's kinda too much."
"Oh, no, I'm not taking it back. You can either use it or throw it on the garbage... please chose the first option"
"I- I can't, karlie- i have no way to pay you back!"
"It's a present, taylor. No need to pay me back, I'm gonna hung up now. You better use it, okay? Don't worry babe, I only bought it for you."
"Okay, sure, as if knowing you just spent thousands of dollars on something for me would make me feel any better. Look, I'll return it to you afterwards"
"You can return it to me once we're married and sharing a closet, don't worry"
"Not happening."
"Fine" taylor could feel karlie rolling her eyes and smirking "If you promise me you'll use it i can take it back after it."
"Okay, it's a deal then"
"I guess it is... bye, swift. I kinda need to go now. See you on Wednesday?"
"Yeah, sure. Bye, kloss"

And just like that, taylor grabbed her guitar with goosebumps and butterflies filling her stomach, her worst fear about to happen, the pen back on her right hand as she wrote some stuff down, matching lyrics and melody the same way a stylist matched a dress with a shoe.

Please take my hand and
Please take me dancing, and
Please leave me stranded
It's so romantic (it's so romantic)

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SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO UPDATE LMFAO I WAS TRYING TO PROCESS RED TV 😭😭 the vault tracks are soooo superior, i can't-

Anyway, hope you like it <3. Please comment and react to the story cuz i like laughing with what you guys have to say. See you on the next chapter!