The Story of Us || Kaylor

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A/N: alr well ig we'll see how this goes without an outline 🤞 last chapter!!! this is about 8k words, so good luck!!

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💓 This was the very first page // Not where the story line ends 💓

Taylor brazenly storms out of the hotel, ignoring anyone who dares to even call for her attention. Her throat is tight and constricted, and she's biting her lip hard just in case her mouth decides to open and let out an ugly sob. Her bodyguards are instantly behind her, but they say nothing as they notice her watery red eyes and rushed walking.

She throws open the limo door and doesn't even meet her driver's eyes while hissing out, "Take me home." At first, she regrets her vicious tone, but then remembers Karlie's words from less than a minute ago and the anger immediately rushes back, even stronger than before. Her driver doesn't reply, just nods curtly and starts the car.

Fine. I'll leave her alone. In fact, I won't ever talk to that bitch again, Taylor thinks, nails digging into her palms as she makes a fist. Fuck being mature.

The ride is fairly quick thanks to both locations being in the West Village. She shoves the car door open, afraid to thank the driver in fear of accidentally crying. She stomps up the entire flight of stairs, not caring if anyone hears her, and practically breaks her apartment door open when entering.

She feels a pang of guilt when Meredith jumps from her spot on the couch, but thankfully she's forgiven when the cat prances over and butts her soft head against the singer's leg. The touch calms her down right away.

"Okay, you will never guess what just happened to me," Taylor begins, throwing her clutch on the floor and hurling herself down on the sofa. Meredith, acting uncharacteristically affectionate, hops up on the couch to join her. "Do you know how long I've been pining over this girl, Mer? Months. And by the time we actually happen, I mess it all up. And when I almost fix it, she goes and messes it up. Isn't that so dumb? Why can't it just be simple?"

Meredith doesn't reply, as expected.

"I hate everything," Taylor adds.

The cat yawns and starts licking her paw. Taylor giggles out a watery, strained laugh and pets Meredith on the head one last time. "Okay, I'm going to go cry in my bed until 2 A.M. Meow if you need anything." She rises to her feet and retreats to her room, finally free to let her tears fall unabashedly.

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Taylor awakes to a phone call at 5:28 A.M. She's not too annoyed since her alarm was set for 5:30, but the irritation immediately returns as she looks at the caller ID.

Tree🌲Paine is calling.

Something pretty bad must be happening for Tree to call before 7, so Taylor accepts without hesitation.

"Taylor." Tree's voice is surprisingly calm, which for some reason is really terrifying.

"Yes...?" she croaks out. Her voice does not sound pretty after about 3 hours of crying and waking up 10 seconds prior.

Tree clears her throat on the other end of the line. "Well," she begins, "how was the party last night?"

"You're waking me up at 5:28 A.M. to ask how my night was?"

"It was going to lead into a more serious topic."

Taylor rolls her eyes. "Alright, fine. The party was awful. Thanks for asking."