Jaylor One Shots

Random Fight

They're having a lazy day, curled up on the sofa - Joe holding the love of his life firmly in his arms as they both drift in and out of sleep. They'd just flown to London from the US and are slowly adjusting to the time zone, the exhaustion is insane today. They'd landed at about 6am and are struggling to stay awake. For the moment though, they both lie awake cuddled up together - enjoying the peace of it just being the two of them here. Where the world can't find them. 

"Do you ever think about our beginnings?" Joe asks suddenly, gently playing with the ends of Taylor's hair. 

"I mean, yeah. It's kind of a big part to how we got here." He likes that she doesn't question the randomness of his thought, just simply lets the conversation flow. They're used to each others weirdness by now. 

"Isn't it odd that you decided to just fuck some nobody and now here we are?" He has no idea why he's even thinking about this right now - maybe his exhaustion is making him delusional. 

"I hardly think I decided to 'just fuck' you. We were friends weren't we?" Her words sound tired, like they both are. 

"I mean I guess so, I always thought it was more from my side than yours and then one day you were bored so you let me take you to bed." He hears her sigh, can feel her annoyance arising. 

"Joe surely you don't think that low of me? I think we've known each other long enough for you to realise that's not what happened. You think I just let people fuck me when I'm bored?" 

"No! That's not quite what I meant - I just mean that, do you ever think about it?" He sighs, knows he hasn't quite gone about this conversation in the right way. He just wants to know what she was thinking about in the beginning of their relationship, he's realised he never asked before.

"Do I ever think about fucking you? Do I ever think about how shit my life was that I just allowed some pathetic nobody to worship my body for a night and then accidentally grew feelings? Is that what you're asking me Joe?" The sarcasm is dripping from her voice, he feels her squirm out of his arms now, sitting up to look at him. He can see she's angry, doesn't quite know how to respond. "Why are you belittling the beginning of our relationship Joe? Because it really seems as though you're trying to make me out to have been the rich bitch who can just do whatever or whoever she wanted!" He can hear the pain in her words and knows he's fucked up.

"That's not what I meant!" When he doesn't explain himself further, he sees her roll her eyes before standing up. 

"I'm way too fucking exhausted for this conversation Joe. Come find me when you know what you mean." She leaves the room, he has no idea where she's gone. He groans, placing his head in his hands. Why did he have to open his mouth today? There were a million better ways to word his question but instead he decided to hurt the woman he loves more than anything. They'd been having a good day, why did he have to go ruin that?! He feels like an idiot, he is an idiot. 

Joe takes a moment to collect his thoughts before standing up to go fix this, he doesn't want her to believe that's all he thinks about them getting together. He looks in her music room first, is surprised to not find her there but he supposes she's tired. Instead, he finds her curled up hugging a pillow on their bed, 

"Taylor..." He murmurs, hoping she'd turn around to face him but she keeps her back turned. "That wasn't how I meant it." His words are almost caught in his mouth. 

"You keep saying that, but not telling me what you actually mean!" She's right, obviously. He watches as she sits up, looking up at him from their bed. He can see her eyes are watery, he's hurt her today - in a way he never meant to. 

"I just...phrased my question wrong." Why is it so hard for him to just spit the words out?

"Okay, then re-phrase it. I'm giving you every opportunity right now to tell me you don't think I'm a whore who just picked you randomly for a good fucking." 

"Taylor you know I don't think that!" The last think he wants was for her to feel that way, he really put his foot in his mouth. 

"Do I? I mean, I thought I did but after today? Jesus Christ Joe you made me feel like shit. You have made it seem like every single rumour about the way I deal with relationships is completely true and that you were just some stupid little bitch that would do whatever I wanted! It wasn't one-sided. We were friends who took it a bit further sometimes because we BOTH had feelings for each other that we weren't ready to admit. So for fucks sake - speak up and change my mind!" He sees her wipe a tear off her cheek that had fallen during that - the fire in her eyes is unmistakable. She's angry, and hurt and he needs to do something about it. Now. 

"Look, I was just trying to ask you about what was going through your head in the beginning of our relationship. How you viewed what was going down, because I know what it was like for me but not you. I was just curious - hoping it'd be a cute conversation. But I'm an idiot, it came out completely wrong and I'm sorry. I never want to hurt you, I love you so much Taylor." His words are met with silence, the two of them just staring at one another. He isn't sure if he's fixed this just yet - he knows he has to make this up to her in a big way. 

"Why couldn't you have just said that twenty minutes ago?!" She cries, putting her head in her hands. Her shoulders begin to shake and he knows she's crying silently. Joe quickly makes his way over to her, pulling her into his arms and just holding her. 

"I'm sorry, I'm an idiot." He kisses her head, allowing her to cry for as long as she needs. 

"You are an idiot." She mumbles into him, he laughs a little - kissing her head again, tightening his arms around her. 

After a while of them sitting like that, Joe holding her close, Taylor finally looks up at him. 

"Please don't belittle us like that again, don't just assume I 'decided' to just fuck you as though I felt absolutely nothing for you. Because I did, I had feelings for you for a long time before we made it official - I thought you knew that." Joe reaches up and delicately wipes under her eyes, wanting to wash away all of her pain. 

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. I did know that, I guess I just meant when we first laid eyes on each other - why would you go for the nobody in the corner when everyone was after you. I didn't mean it in a 'hit it and quit it' kind of way, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm so sorry." He gently kisses her forehead, trying to make her feel a bit better.

"Next time try think your words through." Her voice is soft, the fire is gone. She seems to have understood what he was trying to say, he's going to feel bad about this for a while. 

"I will." He engulfs her in a hug once more, cradling her close to him. They sit in silence for a bit, both just basking in the other. 

"I liked you because you were different from everyone else. You saw through the Taylor Swift facade and just saw me. You were kind to me, in every interaction we had in the beginning. I enjoyed our conversations, I enjoyed becoming your friend. Of course there was an attraction there from the start, but I ignored it. And you know why, I've told you countless times that I was trying to protect you from who I was. But yeah, that's what was running through my head, the I liked you but didn't know how to go about it. I was nervous." Her words send butterflies through his stomach, it's sweet how nervous she'd been. He remembers the conversations they'd had around her trying to shut him out. But he'd not realised how long she'd been falling for him - that she'd felt the same things he'd been feeling back then. 

"I love you so much." He murmurs, pulling her even closer. "I'm so glad things worked out this way." He hates to think of what could've happened if neither of them had spoken up. He's sure that neither of them would be as happy and content as they are right now. 

"I love you too - even when you say dumb shit." They both laugh, happy to have resolved the conflict. Exhaustion is seeping back into them both, Joe lays them down - ready for a nice nap with his girlfriend cuddled in his arms again. He watches her as she falls asleep, sees the peace wash over her as she slips into whatever dreamland she's created. It doesn't take long for him to join her, already has a plan to spoil her the next few days. Sleeping with her here is so easy for him, no matter where they are - she feels like home, she's his peace. He holds her close, even in his sleep - never wanting to be apart from her. This is love.