Daylight - Taylor Swift

Chapter 54

October 7th, 2018

It had been a whirlwind of a Summer that trickled into Fall while the couple travelled from city to city... one to play full, sold-out stadiums, and the other who watched from the sidelines with a proud smile.

Charlie had gone off to university, undoubtedly getting into trouble as the moments passed on. They'd vacationed in tropical places, spent time on the yacht of a record executive, and stayed up late playing the piano together and stealing kisses in between verses about the cats.

They'd fought too, don't be mistaken. Many a night were spent in contrition about some stupid comment, something they didn't mean. What came with it though, was this unspoken moment of everything is going to be okay.

There was no worry about Taylor packing her bags up and flying off somewhere, never to be heard of again. Jo wasn't going to curl up on the bed for days on end like she had once when things unexpectedly went off course. There was the fight, the quiet, the apologizing and the beautiful make-up that came afterwards.

That's where they'd been that morning, the beginning of a fight. Taylor was high-strung, as she planned to finally step into the world of politics and announce her views on social media that evening. The camera crew for her documentary was coming over, her mom too. It was going to be a busy day, and she was nervous.

"Can I get you some water?" Josephine softly asked, placing kisses on Taylor's neck in the bedroom light. The singer had just put her hair up, taking a moment to settle herself in the mirror with deep breaths when Jo came in.

"No, thanks," the blonde replied, rubbing one of her eyes to try and get the strange feeling of her eyelashes being tangled away.

"Tea? Brunch? Let me know, okay? It's your big day, I'm here t—" Jo was quickly shrugged away and couldn't even finish her sentence, with Taylor's loud but still relatively calm tone coming in to take it away.

"Can I please just be alone today?!" The older woman asked, looking into Jo's eyes through her blue ones reflected in the mirror.

"Sure, sorry," Jo nodded, heading towards the bedroom door and grabbing her latest notebook on the way out.

Taylor sighed, that was harsh. She knew how Jo was, the touches, sentiments and offers of service. She shouldn't have gotten mad at her for showing her support in the way she showed her love. Jo was a mixed bag across all the love languages, but she loved that, usually.

Taylor almost went downstairs right away to apologize until she heard the piano going, and that lasted a solid two minutes before the drum set started to get beaten to death.

Jo had wanted to learn the drums, so they got a drum set. Jo wasn't necessarily very good at drums yet, but she would be eventually. She'd mastered the guitar, piano and strangely enough, could play a harmonica like it was her god given talent.

Taylor slumped down on the stairs, head leaned against the wall while she clutched her knees. She just listened to Jo, there was no pattern in the drums being hit, there was no stopping, no real method.

Jo was just angry and wanted to get it out.

"Fuck," Taylor whispered, letting tears fall from her face. She swallowed, checked the time on her phone and inhaled slowly. She still had a few hours until the crew arrived, Tree would be around sooner rather than later, but not too soon.

The blonde pulled at her ponytail and traced the wood on the stairs with her eyes, the fine little details and grains sinking worries into the back of her mind for a moment of brief peace.

"Fuck!" Jo screamed following a loud crash. Taylor rushed up and entered the room in a panic, seeing the brown haired girl holding her hand with a flushed face.