Match Maker | T. Swift x OC

Chapter Two

TW: domestic abuse, homophobia, eating disorders

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June 2/3, 2016

Taylor and Mallory had been texting each other day and night. Night when the insomnia got the best of Taylor, and Mallory was getting ready for her morning runs, or sneaking out of someone's house.

The two hadn't seen each other in a while, since the night at the Bowery Bar, but calls and texts made up for it. They were both busy.

Mallory was on a run when her phone went off, she sighed and came to a slow stop, taking it out of her arm band. She took out her earbuds with a sigh, listening to How You Get The Girl fade out. (She said was listening to Valentine's Taylor Swift 101/Introduction To Taylor Swift playlist.)

Taylor Smith:
Hi
We haven't spoken in a while and I know that that's my fault, but would you maybe like to get brunch or something?
It's okay if not of course I just miss seeing you

The girl I fell for:
Sure!!
What day and time? My schedule's kinda full atm

Taylor Smith:
Tomorrow at like 11?

The girl I fell for:
Hm
I might be able to free up my schedule
But just for you blondie

Taylor Smith:
Yay!
I can't wait
And also we should totally set up a Kitty play date for our cats!

The girl I fell for:
Omg yes
Your house or mine?

Taylor Smith:
Mine
I don't think Meredith could stand being away from her bed for too long! 😆

Mallory responded, slipping her phone back into her armband, and began running again.

Taylor smiled when Mallory agreed like it was nothing. I mean, it was nothing, right? Just two friends hanging out with their cats! Nothing more, nothing less. So why did Taylor want it to be something more? Did Mallory want it to be some more, too? No, because they were just friends.

Taylor groaned at her mind, rolling over on her bed, jumping at the intrusion of another body. She sighed when she realised it was just Tom sleeping. It was funny, well, Taylor found it humorous, how she knew nothing about Tom, but everything about Mallory. She knew that Mallory's favourite flowers were daisies because her mother wore a daisy on her seventh birthday, or how she had made her own book covers and crafted a book of poems about daisies for fun.

Taylor didn't know Tom's favourite colour, let alone the reason why it was his favourite.

Mallory had told her that Lexie was her emotional support pet, to help keep her busy during the day. It was a mix of Valentine and her therapist's ideas. Did Tom even have any pets? Taylor didn't know.

"Psst, Tom," Taylor shook him awake, "Tom."

"Hm?" The older man woke up, looking at her curious eyes.

"Do you have any pets?" Taylor furrowed her eyebrows in question.

Tom looked confused before shaking his head, "No," He answered.

The singer hummed and lied down on her back. Fuck, I really wish this was Mallory. Taylor sighed, turning over in the bed before getting out. She walked over to her bathroom and stripped, turning on the shower. And with one final sigh, she got in.

Mallory ended her run outside a coffee shop. She had been running for three hours and it was now eight am. She sighed and turned around. It didn't seem like a good idea to be running for six hours straight. A whole quarter of a day.