I Don't Want You Like A Best Friend

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Y/N POV

I got back to Taylor's house in the late afternoon, and after seeing that the blond still wasn't home yet, I decided to start preparing for tonight's dinner. I already had a recipe in mind for the main course, so all I needed to do was pick out one for the side, the salad, and the desert, then make a list and go shopping for everything I'd need.

I did my best to think about all of the times Taylor has mentioned something she likes, and then made my selections based on that. Ultimately I ended up choosing a steak dinner with mashed potatoes and a fresh garden salad with a lemon and olive oil dressing.

 Oh, and don't forget the garlic bread, and the pizookie with ice cream and caramel sauce after. 

With my list all finished, I grabbed my phone, wallet, and keys, then headed back out to my car and drove to the nearest Whole Foods to get all the ingredients. Thankfully I'd chosen to grab a hat and sunglasses last minute, which helped a lot when it came to hiding who I was.

I was able to get all of my shopping done without being ambushed by fans, and the sun was just beginning to set by the time I got home. Taylor's car still wasn't in the driveway, so after unloading all of the groceries, I shot her a quick text, asking for her ETA.

Me: What time do you think you'll be home? I need to know when to start making dinner 

Taylor: Be there in about 25 mins :) 

Me: Cool :D

I tied an apron around my waist, connected my phone to my speaker, then turned on my favorite playlist so I had something to listen to while I cooked. I hummed along to the song playing as I washed and cut the produce.

Best Part by H.E.R. was playing as I placed the seasoned fillets into the pan, and I was so distracted with cooking I hadn't even heard the front door open, much less Taylor entering the room. 

I only realized she was home when I felt arms wrap around my waist, and a chin rest on my shoulder. I covered the skillet with a grease screen, then turned around, still in Taylor's arms, and smiled at the blond, who was grinning from ear to ear.

She pulled me in for a soft kiss, which I happily reciprocated. 

"I could get used to this." She hummed, biting her lip when she pulled away.

"What? You, the hard working husband, coming home to your housewife cooking dinner every night?" I joked, making her laugh.

"I guess that's one way to put it. But no, I mean coming home to you. You make me happy. It smells delicious in here, by the way."

I couldn't help but smile wider at that. "How was work?"

She shrugged and let out a cute little sigh. "It was okay. I'm in that phase where I'm still trying to figure out exactly what I wanna do for my next album, so there's not a lot of urgency right now, which sort of makes things a bit slow."

I nodded, and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I get it. That's how I feel every off season. Were you productive, at least?"

Taylor smiled proudly. "I was. How was your talk with Megan? And Alex?"

I reluctantly had to leave our embrace so that I could flip the steaks, so Taylor went and sat at one of the stools behind the counter/stove. "They both went surprisingly well, all things considered. Megan said she already knew I liked you, and she apologized for still trying to make a move on me, despite that. We both agreed staying friends was for the best, and she might be seeing Colson, now, which is good."

The pop star raised her eyebrows. "Oh wow, I wasn't expecting that."

"Me either, but I'll take that over a dramatic, crying scene." I snickered, checking how well-done the potatoes were. "But yeah, that was good. Talking to Alex was a bit awkward...she basically told me that the reason she didn't say anything about you being single was because she had some unresolved feelings for me, and it was making her jealous of our relationship. Don't worry, though, she assured me everything is good, and she apologized for it. I trust her, and I think she's being genuine."

Taylor looked slightly taken aback. "Oh...I never new about that. Though it does make sense why she'd stay quiet. I don't know, I'm definitely not gonna hold that against her, especially with the history you two have. I trust Alex too."

I smirked. "Okay because I may or may not have asked for a threesome...so..."

She rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Jesus Christ. Really? Is that all you think about?"

I snickered, taking the steak off the stove and putting it into the oven. "Maybe..."

"Well, how did Alex respond?" She asked, accepting the wine glass I offered her.

"She basically had the same reaction. But she didn't say no." I grinned, wiggling my eyebrows.

Taylor shook her head, though the playful smirk on her face told me she wasn't upset. "Consider this my way of not saying no, either. But don't get your hopes up. I want you all to myself for a little while."

My eyes went wider than saucers, and Taylor laughed evilly, sipping her wine.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Ms. Swift." I warned, clicking my tongue.

She look up at me from her glass with innocent eyes. "Who says I can't keep them, Lacari?"

If this was our third date, it really needed to hurry the fuck up.

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"God this looks amazing, thank you for taking the time to cook all of this, Y/n." Taylor expressed, sitting across from me at her dining room table, which I had set with placemats, candles, and flowers to complete the romantic ambiance.

I smiled at her and poured us more wine. "Thank you for accepting my non-invite."

"Of course. Truthfully I was sort of hoping you'd make this the third date because I don't think I can't wait much longer."

A chuckle escaped my lips, and I bowed my head in a nod of agreement, cutting into my steak. "Me either."

"Okay, we have to save all the horny stuff for after, because I really don't want to waste this food."

Smirking, I took my first bite. "Noted."

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Taylor and I enjoyed a lovely dinner together, where we talked mostly about our plans for the near future, but also a bit about our pasts.

"I think because of my whole country phase at the start of my career, a lot of people think I'm from like Arkansas or Tennessee. Bet it's a shock when they find out I'm actually from a small town in Pennsylvania." Taylor spoke, finishing her salad.

Laughing, I set my napkin back in my lap. "Yeah...you know most people don't know I was actually born in London? They think because I play for the American National team that I was born here, but I'm actually an imposter."

Taylor looked shocked. "No way! Really? Holy shit, how did I not know this? You're a London boy?"

I shrugged, chuckling. "I mean...I guess? I moved to the U.S. when I was four, so...I don't know."

"Explains why you don't have the accent, but sometimes you do say stuff that makes you sound British. Like when you call people Love or that one time you called your teammates your 'best mates' in that ESPN interview." The blond giggled. "It's chewsday, innit?" Taylor said, doing a terrible British accent.

"Oh god, please no-"

"Oi there, Mate, can I get a boao of wooa."

"Taylor!" I groaned. "I don't even sound like that!"

Taylor cackled loudly, clearly enjoying herself. "So? That doesn't mean I can't tease you about it."

"Great. Remind me to never tell you anything about myself again." I grumbled, crossing my arms.

"Oh, don't be a bloody downer! Can I get ya some tea?"

God save me.