Match Maker | T. Swift x OC

Chapter Six

TW: smoking, underage drinking, I know nothing about the Olympics and whatnot so just go with it

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August, 2016

Taylor did end up breaking things off with Tom at brunch. Apparently he was going to make things serious that day, too. Mallory was playing chess with August (and losing) when Taylor called to say that she had done it.

They were in Rio the next day. The media was going crazy trying to figure out what had happened to Taylor Swift. They had no clue that she was watching the Olympics from the comfort of Mallory's overly expensive hotel suite in Rio de Janeiro.

August was yelling profanities at the tv screen as Taylor sat quietly, sipping her wine, and petting Lexie (who Mallory had managed to coerce the hotel manager into letting stay here because she was a emotional support animal), with a smile.

The camera cut to Mallory jogging in her spot, mentally preparing herself for the one hundred metre race. She noticed the camera pointing at her and waved, winking. Taylor blushed. Mallory got in position for the race and when the gunshot was heard, she ran like never before.

When the running began, the camera cut to all the women running. Mallory was a bit slow at the start, but she sped up when the people in front of her reached the halfway point and overtook them. Taylor was on the edge of her seat for the whole eleven seconds. Mallory did win the hundred metre race, and Taylor jumped up excitedly, high-fiving August.

The commentator laughed in disbelief, "Mallory Williams just beat Florence Griffith-Joyner's record that was set in nineteen-eighty-eight, folks!" Taylor gasped, though she new nothing about running, "nine point nine eight seconds!"

The crowd cheered loudly as the camera cut to Mallory. Taylor covered her mouth to hide her laugh. The brunette looked so out of it. Someone handed her a bottle of water, whispering- Taylor assumed- into Mallory's ear.

She was pretty sure Mallory yelled 'holy shit!' before looking to the screen.

It took everything in Taylor not to jump up and kiss the screen. Instead, she called Mallory, fully aware of the fact that it would immediately go to voicemail. "Mallory, holy shit!" Tay laughed into the phone after the beep. "Dude, you won. And broke a record, what the fuck?"

There was a meow and a pause.

"Sorry, I think I scared Lexie away with my yelling." She chuckled softly. "I'm so proud of you. And you said you couldn't get top three! August owes me dinner now, we made a bet."

"You said you wouldn't tell her!" August cried in the background.

Taylor giggled, "we're just so proud of you, Mal! Congrats. We totally have to celebrate when we're back in New York, or wherever." The line cut out and Taylor bounced on the balls of her feet, turning to August, "nine point nine eight seconds is fast, right?"

August double over laughing, "yes, it's fast." She heaved out, "God, Taylor."

The singer grinned at Mallory's younger sister, "I'm sorry! I know nothing about sports." She rose her hands in defence.

"You would not get along with my family," August snorted. Taylor rose an eyebrows, willing her to explain, "Well, my late father was a footballer then became a manager before retiring and becoming a priest."

"Late father as in he's dead?" Taylor asked.

"God, no. I wish. He disowned me," August smiled nonchalantly, "my brothers, Leo and James, played rugby all throughout secondary school- Leo does it professionally now- my older sisters, Elizabeth and Inez played rather competitive lacrosse in high school. Kind of like in Wild Child."