Cornelia Street - Jaylor one-shots

seeing the shape of your name Still spells out pain

-Taylors Pov-

I'm sitting around on the piano working on my second album of the lockdown. The lyrics these last several months have been pouring out of me like water out of a tap. Working with jack and Arron has been so much fun and given us an escape from this hard time in history we are living in. an added bonus has been working with joe because we never saw that happen, it wasn't planned it just happened, and it's been so much fun. Joe Is playing the piano and I'm sitting next to him with my eyes closed and listening to his fingers sliding across the keys trying to string words together.

But our little session is cut when my security alert us that there is a package left for me and I go to pick it up. When I read the name "Taylor" written in beautiful cursive on the outside of an envelope I want to throw up, I don't even need to read inside to know who this is. It's been years since we last spoke, and I never thought I was going to hear form her again, and in all honesty, I didn't want to hear from her either. The last time we meet.

*** flashback to the reputation tour Nashville ***

I just finished the show in Nashville, and it was so much fun. Preforming in my home state is always special and the fact that there was a stadium filled with screaming fans is just incredible. This tour has been amazing with the fact that hearing them scream the lyrics and enjoying themselves has made me fall back in love with music and preforming.

But now I got to deal with something else, or more specific someone else. A couple of days ago I got a message from someone I haven't heard from since like July 2016, someone I considered a sister but ghosted me when things got hard for me publicy. Karlie. She says she wanted to come to a show and see me preform again and catch up after. Part of me wanted to say now and tell her to go fuck herself, but there is another part of me that really miss her.

Now I'm on my way from rep room to my dressing room where I'm told she is waiting, and I don't know how I will approach her. Will she be bitchy or go in for a hug? Is she here to apologize or just say that she hates me to my face? I don't know but I want this to be over with so I can go back home to my apartment and call my boyfriend.

When I walk inside, she jumps to her feet and go in for a hug after flashing me her famous smile that I used to love so much "Taylor, it's been too long" she says and all I can think is that it's her fault not mine, I didn't ghost her. "yeah, it's been a minute hasn't it" I fake a smile and we sit down on my couch.

The conversation is centered around her and what's going on in her life, she doesn't really seem to want to talk about me or what's going on with me. that's before she hits a sensitive spot. "so how are things going with joe, it's been a while now right? It's the longest you have managed to keep a guy tied up" she says and laugh lightly but I don't find it funny at all. She knows how I feel about the medias picture of me, but this is just another thing that makes me want to run out of this rom.

In honesty I don't want to spill anything about joe to her, she isn't I'm my life anymore and things about joe I hold so close to my chest because he is the most important person to me right now. So, I keep it brief "yeah, I guess. We are good, happy." I say making sure to not give out any information that the media doesn't already have. She tries a few other angles to get something out of me, but I don't really say anything, not being in my life anymore removes her right to know anything about my personal life.

"we have to take a picture Tay, for old times' sake and all that" she says and don't even wait for an ok from me before dragging out her stupid phone. I know that this will end up on Instagram, she always does that, even though she knows how I feel about that stuff. I don't want my friendships all over social media anymore, I think that's been obvious recently but clearly that's another thing she doesn't care about.