Match Maker | T. Swift x OC

Capítulo Quatro

Istg I got possessed by Shakira during my Spanish exam(s) today. I slayed so hard

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January, 2019

Taylor was panicking.

The light slur in Mallory's voice, the switch of tone, and the seriousness of the topic told Taylor that something bad was going to come of the conversation. She had tried texting and calling her girlfriend back, but none of them went through at the beginning. And even when they did, Mallory didn't respond. Taylor thought, hoped, she had just passed out from exhaustion, but her mind was still running at 100 miles per hour.

She knew that she would marry Mallory with paper rings, but would the brunette do the same for her? Taylor couldn't sleep that night or focus the day after. She needed to know exactly what Mallory wanted to say immediately. Many scenes had been messed up due to Taylor stumbling over lines or staring into the distance with a vacant look on her face. Rebel had requested that they take five and Taylor was thankful as she rushed to her trailer and unlocked her phone.

The phone was ringing within seconds of Taylor leaving the main set and was answered on the third ring, making the blonde let out a sigh of relief, "Mal?"

"Tay?" Mallory croaked, rubbing her eyes as she sat up on her bed.

"Finally!" Taylor cried, "What did you want to talk about last night?"

"What?" Mallory let out a nervous laugh. She couldn't remember calling Taylor last night, or anything after the first round of karaoke, really.

The blonde faltered slightly and cleared her throat, "You called saying that we need to talk about us, about marriage, then your phone died and I just..." She trailed off.

Mallory paled and threw the quilt off of her as she stood up, unlocking the bedroom door and rushing to the bathroom. She laid flat in the bathtub, legs dangling over the edge as she thought. Taylor was awaiting her response, but she stayed silent, letting the silence fill itself.

Taylor nodded in understanding, "Okay. It's not good then?"

"What? No, no, I just..." Mallory stammered for a response.

"I just- I don't understand," Taylor murmured, teary-eyed. It made Mallory's heart crack, "Did I do something? Or say something?"

"Taylor, it's not you," The brunette rushed out, "It's me, okay? And as cliché as that sounds, it's true. You haven't done or said anything that's affected my views on marriage negatively, okay?"

There was a pause, "Is it still..."

"No," Mallory denied instantly, "It's not her, okay? It was never her actually. It's always been you, Taylor. Even before we both knew it. I have always loved you and I will always love you."

She didn't know what she was feeling. Neither of them did, really. Mallory couldn't tell if her thoughts on marriage had changed in the two years she had spent with Taylor or if she was just going crazy. Taylor was trying to keep herself composed, knowing that the person she wanted to marry didn't want to marry her.

"I'm going to go now," Taylor said shakily.

"I'm sorry," Mallory apologised, "I don't know- I think- I think my opinions are changing."

The blonde hummed, "Bye, Mallory."

The brunette winced, "Bye-" Taylor hung up before she could finish. She turned her phone off before going back to set.

Mallory rushed downstairs, tripping over her feet at the last step, making her go stumbling into a wall. She groaned and pushed herself off of the wall, limping to the kitchen where Soraya was making breakfast.