Match Maker | T. Swift x OC

Chapitre Un

And thus the birth of best songs on Lover, DBATC and Afterglow.

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October, 2017

- Taylor Swift's first secret session took place in London last night. A fan that was there said Swift teared up explaining the final track and the eighth track.

Mallory glared at the cat across from her, hands up in the air, "Spence," She said lowly.

The cat meowed at his name, shooting the brunette an innocent look.

The runner nearly let her guard down and melted, but held her ground, "Please, I just want to watch Criminal Minds and sleep!" That was all Mallory wanted to do these past few months. Well, that and visit Taylor Evan (or TJ as August called him, an abbreviation of Taylor Junior, which Mallory refused to call him), who was growing rapidly, at eight months old and Betty's little girl (who had been born on August's birthday, much to the seventeen year old's dismay), named Laila after their late nana.

The cat, Dr. Spencer Reid, Mallory had adopted a month after her last conversation with Taylor (April 29th) and he was already rebelling against Mallory, much like his older sister, Lexie. Spencer was a Himalayan cat with bright blue eyes and an attitude. Mallory loved him.

He looked at Mallory smugly before climbing down the window ledge that he was threatening to jump out of, seemingly pleased with how much stress he had caused, and strolled over to the sofa.

The brunette sighed and shut the window before walking over to the love chair, where she collapsed melodramatically, fishing for the remote.

The watched on her wrist buzzed and she looked at the messages.

Mason: https://www.tmz.com/2017/10/14/taylor-swift-seen-wearing-rumoured-exs-jacket/ lol

Taylor was woken up by her phone ringing and cursed loudly. She was pretty sure that she had turned her phone on silent, safe for one person, but would Mallory really contact her out of the blue after 7 months?

"Hello?"

"Can you send me my jacket back?" Mallory said without greeting.

Was this petty? Yes. Did Mallory care? No.

Taylor had to do a double take and check the caller ID, "Mallory! H-Hey," She stammered, trying to compose herself.

"Can I have my jacket?" Mallory repeated.

"What?" Taylor tried to think of something else to say and not waste her time speaking to Mallory, it would most likely be short and anything but sweet, "Your jacket?"

"Yeah. You were wearing it a few days ago, so I know you have it. Can you send it to me?" Mallory asked, "The blue one that I left the first time I came over."

Taylor gulped and looked down bitterly, "You unblocked me for the first time in seven months to ask for your jacket back because you saw me wearing it?" She spat.

Mallory hummed, "Do you really think you deserve the comfort?"

"I'll send it over," Taylor said, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. Mallory thanked her and went to hang up when she heard, "Mal-lory!"

"Yes?" Mallory asked.

"Can we talk?" Taylor asked quietly. "Can you stand my voice yet?" She tried to joke, Mallory ignored it.

"Sure, I'll check to see when I'm free," Mallory said, overly cheerily.

"Really?" The blonde sat up straight, brushing her hair out of her face in shock.