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Pairing: Taylor Swift x female!reader Warnings: None Requested: No
*** Taylor couldn't help but feel the disappointment coursing through her, you were late as she was just about to taking her foot on stage.
Never once have you been late to her show, but what she didn't know was that you fell sick and you wanted to rest. You were feeling as though you're letting Taylor down, and that message seemed to be made clear over a phone call as Taylor dialed you, wondering if you even had plans to show up. The disappointment in her voice made you feel worse, and as you tried to explain you were sick, it was her turn to take the stage.
"I'm sorry, baby."
"Sure you are."
Taylor hangs the phone up angrily before curtly taking the Mike from her bodyguard and made her appearance on stage.
This turned out to be not the best show she had put on for her fans, and that was because you were not there to support her. You really wanted to, and you weren't trying to get out of going by telling her you were sick. Taylor was usually very understanding about these things, but she didn't seem to be so this time. She sounded angry and hurt, making you feel worse. As these thoughts were going through your mind, you flipped through the channels to find the one where her concert was being broadcasted. She had a special guest on stage tonight, and that special guest was none on there then George Straight. Taylor was excited, yet so nervous and the anxiety grew within her when she learned you wouldn't be coming. While you waited for her to come on, you were fighting to keep your tired eyes open, but you lose the battle and end up falling asleep on the arm of the couch.
The next thing you know, you were being shaken awake by Taylor. Taylor sounded worried about something and that's what got you up. You peak through your eyelids to see Taylor up close to you, when she walked in, she noticed right away that you looked pale. It wasn't her shaking your arm that woke you up, it was the cold feeling of her hand touching your bare stomach that had your eyes flew open. Taylor was checking for any sign of a fever and that confirmed it. You were sick with a fever, hopefully not the same kind of fever that has been going around lately. Once the fever was discovered, Taylor felt bad about the phone call and how she treated you when in fact, it was you that needed her the most and she wasn't there.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't know and that's no excuse."
"It's okay, Taylor. I understand."
"You shouldn't though, (Y/n)."
"I know, but you couldn't have known."
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Hold me?"
Taylor gently helps to sit you up a bit to make a little bit of room for herself to be next to her. It wasn't too much trouble, nor was it uncomfortable either, it was very comforting as your head was now in her lap.
While your head was resting in her lap, she started running her fingers lightly through your hair, humming the tune of "Innocent" to you. Just as you were about to doze off, you suddenly remembered wanting to ask her how the evening performance went. When you did, she felt her heart drop, but made her response in a way that didn't sound too harsh.
"It was a little nerve whacking, but it played out well."
"I'm sorry I couldn't come like I promised-"
"Don't be, (Y/n). I'm the one who has to be sorry for the way I treated you over the phone before performing. I should have listened, but I didn't. I'm so sorry."
"Me too."
"I love you, (Y/n). So much."
"I love you more, Taylor."
The rest of the evening was spent cuddling on the couch until you both fell asleep.
