R E P U T A T I O N

Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Toni's POV

"No?" I asked as I stood up in complete shock.

"I-" Before Taylor could respond Ed Sheeran walked out playing Thinking Out Loud.

"Why aren't you guys smiling?" He questioned taking the guitar pick of the strings.

"Can you give us a minute, Ed. I'm sorry." Taylor answered and Ed went down the stairs.

I waited for Taylor to say something, "The reason I said no was not because I don't want to marry you Toni." Taylor explained.

"Then why'd you say no."

"I said no because I already planned a proposal for April 16th.. We were gonna be in La.. I booked The Bowery completely so it could just be us in the place where I drunkenly first saw you, at least according to Abigail as you know. We were gonna leave there and then I was going to take you to the cabin I rented at Big Bear."

"Then as soon as the sun was beginning to set I would get down on one knee and propose to you."

"So that no I accidentally let out was just me in shock. I didn't know you were about to propose and I was suprised cause I had planned on proposing to you." Taylor sighed.

"Ok so should I do it again or will you say no this time because you actually don't want to marry me?" I chuckled and Taylor gently hit my shoulder."

"Taylor Alison Music Industry Swift will you make me the happiest gay in the world and provide me with the honor of being your fiancé." I smiled.

"No." Taylor grinned and I frowned.

"I'm joking.. yes!" She yelled and I quickly pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

"Ed you can come back in here!" Taylor chuckled and I got distracted by a phone call from my mother.

"It's my mom.." I whispered to Taylor as I walked towards the balcony.

"Happy new year mom!" I greeted.

"Felice anno nuovo piccola... è successo qualcosa."
[Happy New Years baby... something has happened."

"What happened?" I questioned.

It was already New Year's Day in England, so my dad and I were sitting in the living room watching the ball drop in New York. We were both tired from a long day of work and celebrations, and I remember thinking how nice it would be to just relax and not have to do anything for a little while.

But then, suddenly, my dad started coughing. It was a deep, hacking cough that sounded like it was coming from deep within his chest. I looked over at him and saw that he was clutching his chest with one hand and trying to catch his breath with the other.

I knew something was wrong, and I could feel my heart start to race. I didn't know what to do, but I knew I had to do something. I jumped up from the couch and ran over to my dad.

"Dad, what's wrong?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He didn't answer me, but instead just kept coughing and gasping for air. I could see the fear in his eyes, and I knew that I had to do something quickly.