Daylight - Taylor Swift

Chapter 30

May 18th, 2017

Jo finished her press tour and packed her bags up from Taylor's house that morning, only having to make a quick trip to the gym again before she was on a flight to Nevada. She had almost booked a flight to Nashville, but Taylor once again didn't say a word to her and in her righteous stubbornness, Josephine Collins would too head home for a little bit and spend time with family as their fight simmered over.

Since the last time they'd spoken about twenty-four hours prior, Taylor shut down as she usually did while Jo, in a change of pace, wasn't ready and willing to accept the blonde with open arms when she spilled her sorrows and came back. But then again, Taylor's shallow apology hadn't exactly been refitted to conform to the new circumstances surrounding them.

Jo booked a flight on her own, a business class seat next to her favourite security guard, Gabriel. She wore a ball cap to try and shield her face a bit, so used to flying private with Taylor's other jet that she was a little nervous of it all. She wouldn't cave in and ask Taylor if she could borrow the plane again, because really, she didn't want to concede her stance.

She was in Nevada quickly, already starting to put some clothes into the washing machine when her phone rang. Unbelievably, it was Taylor. She pursed her lips as she picked up the phone call, not speaking as it connected until she heard, "Where are you? I'm locked out and you have my spare key."

"I don't have a key for Nashville, I didn't need one," the brunette replied, curious as to how the older girl could've locked herself out when her mom most certainly had a spare key for her house and apartment.

"No, LA. I flew all the way over here to see you and you aren't here. I brought you flowers and a box of chocolates and pasta because you love pasta and you're not here," Taylor explained, her voice sounding disappointed.

"I'm- I'm in Nevada. I came home, I thought that would be best since we aren't speaking to one another and I didn't want to mooch off of you by staying in your home like one of your exes," Josephine replied with a short tone.

"Jo," Taylor sighed, "I didn't mean that. You literally try and pay me hotel fare every time you stay at my place, which really is our place at this point because I'm crazy about you and there's not a single house that is a home without you in it and you have this crazy idea in your mind about owning me something in return for the love you get and I don't want anything besides you, I just want you and your love."

Jo was quiet for more than a minute, the phone still up to her ear as she listened to Taylor's soft sniffling. She didn't know what to say, she pushed her hair out of her face and tried to respond, but her mouth fell short and she just fell silenced.

"Please say something, please. Tell me that you still want to be with me or that you don't, just tell me. I can't handle not knowing if we're going to be okay, or if you're okay. I blew things out of proportion and I took things out on you that weren't your fault, and I know that and I am forever sorry for it. Please don't punish me with your silence, please."

The tears started to stream down Taylor's face at a much faster pace now. Jo paused as she felt the first of her own go down her cheek and hit the the tiled floor of the laundry room, a pair of jeans halfway out of the top of the washer, hanging over the edge, "I don't know what to say."

"Can we meet up and talk? Face to face, you know? I don't care where, pick your time and place."

"Anywhere?" Jo tried to confirm.

"Anywhere, anytime."

"Mr. Gummy Bear's Frozen Yogurt Palace, West Cary Street in Richmond, Virginia. Tomorrow afternoon, two-thirty," the brunette said flatly, not an ounce of sarcasm in her voice.