Match Maker | T. Swift x OC

Chapitre Treize

When none of my friends listen to Gracie Abrams so I have no one to go and see her with in September 💔

Also, time skip to the tour, yay or nay?

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February, 2018

"What flower is this?" Taylor asked as she and Mallory walked through a field behind the cottage.

Mallory looked at where she was crouched down and leaned on her crutch, "Wisteria. It's deadly poisonous."

"Seriously?" Taylor shrieked, standing up and wiping her hand. She looked up, all fear vanishing, when she heard Mallory's cackle.

"No. Well, to pets, yes, but not to humans," Mallory grinned and crouched down to pick one, "Here."

Taylor watched sceptically as Mallory lifted the flower to her face before blushing as she brushed her hair back and placed the flower on her ear.

"Pretty," Mallory commented before continuing to walk.

The blonde looked down before reaching her hand out and pulling Mallory back. The brunette squealed before Taylor kissed her lips softly. The ex-runner smiled into the kiss then broke away prior to placing another chaste peck on the blonde's lips.

"What's the difference between being horny and being hungry?" Mallory suddenly asked, making Taylor frown in confusion. "Where you put the cucumber."

"Ew! Mallory," Taylor scolded as the brunette laughed obnoxiously and turned back around.

The blonde followed, not without continuing to voice her disgust, as they walked to the nearest village. When they got there, Mallory took a bag filled with even more bags out of her rucksack before leading Taylor to the market.

Taylor was taking photos of the scenery and occasionally voicing her opinions on certain things, like what fruits to get and if they were ripe or not. After filling up two bags with carbs (rice, pasta, different types of bread), and fruits and vegetables, they walked over to the cheesemongers.

"What type of cheese do you like, Tay?" Mallory asked as she looked around.

"I don't know. Cheddar? Swiss?" Taylor spoke, taking more pictures, this time of Mallory looking intently at the cheeses.

The sound of someone clicking their tongue made Taylor jump and turn to see a young couple grinning at her. She glanced at Mallory in time to see her roll her eyes as the couple held out their hands, "I'm Willow, this is my husband, Oscar."

"Hi, I'm Taylor," The blonde wasn't sure if she heard them right, they had very strong accents like the rest of the people in the village.

Willow smiled even wider at Taylor's accent, "You must be the American Queen."

There was a crash and Taylor turned to see Mallory had dropped a block of Brie as her ears turned a deep red and she refused to meet Taylor's eyes.

"Pardon?" Taylor asked in confusion with a befuddled smile.

"Well," Oscar started, "When that album of yours, I think, came out, uh... R-Relation?"

"Reputation," Mallory corrected softly, still staring at the cheese.

"Right, Reputation," Oscar waved off thankfully, "She bought a bunch and gave us one, even bought us a new CD player, and told us which-"

"We don't need cheese," The brunette said suddenly, cutting off the story, "Let's go."

"But it was just getting interesting!" Taylor whined and pouted before turning back to Willow and Oscar, "What did she tell you?"

Mallory looked down in embarrassment as Willow completed the story for Taylor who listened with a grin (though she was also slightly embarrassed). When it was over, Mallory purchased some cheeses, glaring at her friends before she and Taylor left.