Jaylor One Shots

The Great War

"Joe I swear to god, if you touch me one more time!" She screams, he keeps trying to hold her hand - even though she's yelling at him. Even though she's furious with him. Every single girl in that room wanted him, and he'd loved it. She knows he did. 

"Taylor, c'mon. I don't understand why you're mad at me. I didn't do anything!" She can tell he's frustrated now, finally. 

"But you WANTED to. And that's bad enough!" She yells, tears in her eyes. 

"No I didn't! Taylor, I love you! I only want you! Surely you know that, all I've ever done is be loyal and loving to you. Where is this coming from?"

"You know damn well where this is coming from!" She screams, before storming up the stairs, drenched in her anger, completely convinced that she's justified. He's just waiting to leave her, using her to warm his bed and keep him company until he finds someone better. She can feel it. She goes into her office, to the liquor cabinet in there, pulling out her bottle of whiskey. As she puts the bottle to her lips, the warm burn down her throat comforts her. "Stupid man." She mumbles under her breath, letting the alcohol take her to a happy place as she shuts herself in her office all alone. 

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This has gone on for weeks, the constant fighting - the screaming matches that end with him trying to calm her down while she continues to scream at him over things that don't even really make sense to her. It's been back and forth, and she hates it, but she can't quite stop it either. Tonight is no different, she's yelling at him over some girl he was talking to for a bit too long at a party they'd been at hours earlier. 

"You're probably off sleeping with her at every chance you can get, and I've been too blind to realise it!" She yells, feeling betrayed in a very real way by the situation she's concocted in her head. 

"I am not!" He says indignantly, seeming surprised by the finality of her accusations. 

"It's not fair to me Joe!! You make me look like a fucking idiot because you're falling in love with someone else!" She yells at him. 

"Taylor, you know that's not what's happening. Please just sit down and tell me what's really wrong." She can hear the annoyance in his voice, but can tell he's trying to remain calm - which only works to piss her off more. 

"That is EXACTLY what happened. I was right there! Don't belittle me!" Her words are shooting daggers, 

"No, don't belittle me!" Joe fights back, finally standing up from the couch - towering over her. 

She finally looks at him properly, and can see how broken he is. The way he's looking at her, so honest and hurt. It breaks something inside her. She watches him shake his head, sigh, and sit back down again, resting his head in his hands. In her own pain and anger, she'd hurt the one person who probably deserves it the least. She can't keep screaming at him like this. She has to let him go. They've been fighting with each other in the most brutal ways, but through it all he just keeps reaching for her - making it crystal clear that she doesn't need to be pushing him away. He's tried time and time again to bring this fighting to an end, but she just keeps locking herself away, insisting she's furious with him. But looking at it now, she realises that she's really just mad with herself. 

"I'm sorry." She whispers suddenly, and something changes in his eyes. "You don't deserve any of this." Her fight has completely left her, just like that. Taylor doesn't think she'd realised just how hurt and broken she'd made him these past few weeks. She sits down on the couch next to him, tears slowly slipping down her cheeks. He doesn't say anything, she wants him to scream, cry, anything. But he just stays silent. "I'm sorry." She says once more before standing up and running up the stairs. He's truly going to leave her, she's gone too far. She'd been too caught up in being angry that she hadn't stopped to think there was a better way to communicate her own feelings. Now she's going to lose him, the one person who'd chosen her through all her mess - who'd looked at who she is as a person, rather than the misconstructions that had been created for her by the internet. How could she be so stupid. She locks herself in her room, sitting down on the floor, her knees pulled up to her chest as tears stream down her face. It feels like the warm happy place they'd been in for so long has crumbled beneath them. Is two years really all they get?