It Had to be Taylor

Chapter 4

(TAYLOR'S POV)

Haley wants to go to Olive Garden, so we get into the car and I try to remember the directions there. I pull out of the driveway and out the gate. The closest one is about 15 minutes away.

She's silent for the whole drive. I don't want to force any words out of her just yet. I know at dinner we'll talk more. She's just a little shy...I would assume at least.

I park the car in a space behind the building since the line is so long. We get our buzzer and after about 20 minutes and Haley nudges my when so. I was just scrolling through Tumblr, seeing what the Swifties are up to.

The waiter leads us to our booth by the window. "Hello, I'm Timothy and I'll be your waiter today. Is there anything you would like to drink?" He looks at Haley.

"Just a water, please," she answers sort of uneasily.

"And for you, Ms. Swift?" He asks, looking sort of internally excited.

"I'll have a Diet Coke please," I reply with my usual answer.

"Just as I thought." He says. "Now I'll be back in a moment with your drinks."

Just as he said, he's back with our drinks and breadsticks. "So, are you ready to order?"

"Yes, I believe so," I say looking over at Haley who nods in agreement. "I'll have a salad for starters and a five cheese ziti."

"And for you miss?" He asks Haley.

"What's the soup with the beans and vegetables?"

"Minestrone?"

"Sure," she says, shrugging her shoulders. "And I'll have lasagna please."

"Great, we'll be back in a little while with your dinner," Timothy says and then walks away.

There's a moment of silence between us filled with the talking of others and Italian music in the background and the clanking of dishes. I break it to tell Haley the plan for the next while.

"So, Haley, in a few days, we'll be going to my apartment in New York where we'll officially live." I wait for a reply but she just nods. "But, the day after tomorrow I'll be having secret sessions."

"What's that?" She asks.

"Oh, well, since my fans are so wonderful with everything they do and how supportive they are, I've invited some to my house to hang out and listen to 1989 before it is released since I can't wait for everyone to hear it!"

Haley pauses from her sip of water. "How many fans?"

"89, because the album is called 1989, and I've had 89 at each house," I explain.

"How did you invite them?"

"Through Instagram and Tumblr. I've basically kept looking through their posts and gave them follows, likes, and comments. Then we gave them a call, but they have no idea what's happening."

I hear Haley mutter something under her breath, which sounds like she said 'stalker.'

"It's actually called 'taylurking,'" I say.

She quietly sighs with a hint of annoyance which I try to ignore.

"I'm sorry, but the next few months are going to be crazy with the new album being released and everything. Secret sessions, performances, interviews, meetings... You name it."

Haley nods in response as the soup and salad come. I offer her a little bit of salad, which she takes. We eat in silence until the rest of the food comes along with drink refills.

"Do you mind if I have a tiny bite of lasagna?" I ask. "You can have some of mine too."

She uneasily pushes her plate toward me and I take a bite. It's delicious. I let her take some off of my plate and she says it's good. The rest of dinner is also silent.

Timothy comes to take our plates and offers us dessert. I look to Haley for her opinion.

"To go," she says. "I'll have the mousse cake."

I order the same. He comes back with the dessert in two boxes and hands us the bill. When he come to pick it up, he seems to look at the receipt in a funny way. Then, he takes out his notepad and flips to a clean sheet near the back.

"Would you mind if I asked for your autograph, Ms. Swift?" He kindly asks, blushing a little. "I'm a fan..."

"Of course!" I reply. It's not often when a waiter asks for an autograph. I take the notebook and neatly sign, also writing a note under it, saying, "Thanks for the great food!"

I hand it back to him and he blushes more, and I smile with a little giggle. He gives us extra chocolate mints, and we leave without anyone else asking for autographs.

(HALEY'S POV)

Secret sessions?! 89 fans?! Nope nope nope. There's no way. I'm already uneasy and annoyed around Taylor, but 89 fans?! No. Just no.

I would stay in my room but that would be rude, and it's kind of hard not to be rude. She'd want me to hear the album as well, which I'd really like to refrain from.

This is all going to get worse, I know. She's a really famous singer that's extremely busy, and yet she adopted a girl who happens to hate her.

(A/N) Thank you guys so much for reading! I hope I'm not being offensive. And I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. I'm just really busy. And I'm kind of working on a new story, but I'm going to work ahead on that one. Bye!