Match Maker | T. Swift x OC

Chapter Twenty

Surprise, I lied.

Please don't hate me for this.

TW: L*a, sexual assault, self harm (I'll put a chapter summary at the bottom if you wish to skip this chapter).

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February, 2017

"I'm sorry I'm not there," Taylor apologised for the umpteenth time that morning over the phone.

Mallory rolled her eyes, "Don't worry about it," She repeated, "It's not your fault."

The blonde frowned, "But it's your birthday."

"We have a lifetime ahead of us, one birthday doesn't mean anything."

Taylor had been told those words before, but she was the one being stood up. Relaxing slightly, the blonde nodded and sighed, "So, you're going to Australia?"

Mallory hummed and closed her eyes, "It's been a while," She murmured, "One day, you can come with and meet my mum's side of the family."

The blonde grinned, "I'll think about it."

They ended the call and Mallory fell asleep not long after. She planned to sleep the whole way there (about 17 hours), but knew it wouldn't happen. When she awoke from her nap, it was because she was getting a Skype call on her laptop.

She groaned inwardly and answered it, frowning at August's grin, "Happy Birthday!" She and multiple other voices yelled out.

"Thank you," Mallory whispered, adjusting the volume of her headphones, "Who're these little people?"

"Excuse me," The one with black hair said in offence as the others chuckled.

"That's Finn," August started, "Noah- I have a lot of scenes with them-"

"Is it true that you're dating Taylor Swift?" Noah cut her off.

"Noah!" A Brit exclaimed, pinching him softly, "That's none of your business."

Noah rolled his eyes as August continued talking, "The brunette is Millie, this is Gaten, and Caleb and Sadie are filming right now."

"Hi!" All of the kids waved in unison.

"So, you run?" Gaten asked after a second of silence.

"I do." Mallory nodded, "I've won six Olympic gold medals."

"That's so cool," Noah gushed out, "If I ever see you in person, can I hold one?"

August snorted, "If you're scrawny, little arms can hold real gold."

"Williams, Schnapp, Wolfhard!" A voice called out, making the three jump.

August looked back at her sister, "I gotta go. See ya soon! Bye, lots of love. Mwah!"

The call ended and Mallory threw her head back groaning. Betty turned and kneeled on the seat she was sat on, grinning at her sister, "How's our little actor?"

"She's having fun, I guess," Mallory looked up, "She's making friends, but I can tell she feels a little left out."

Betty rose an eyebrow, "How so?"

The brunette shrugged, "They've all known each other for longer, and she's older than the young ones, and younger than the older ones."

Betty hummed and looked down slightly before chuckling, "You care a lot."

"She's my sister," Mallory argued.

"I remember you at eight refusing to be in the same room as her until she was potty trained and getting annoyed when she would follow you around like a lost puppy," Betty reminisced with a fond smile on her face, "Then Auggie said she wanted to be like you when she was older and you cracked, turning her into the devil she is today."