Snow On the Beach (Taylor Swift x Reader)

the lakes

"Wait," Taylor said, stopping before we reached the door. "We should start dropping easter eggs for our fans." Of course she wanted to do that.

"What were you thinking?" She guided me over to the recording room, leaning against the piano with the microphone clearly behind us. She took out her phone and I leant on her shoulder, smiling into the camera as she pretended to be shocked. She clicked onto her instagram, creating a post and pausing before typing out the caption.

"Any ideas?" she asked. If we were going to be as subtle as possible, we probably shouldn't hint at anything in the caption because of how many clues the photo gave.

"Maybe heart emojis using the colour scheme of the album?" I said. One of the first things we had decided when discussing this album was what the colours were going to be so we could start dropping hints and have a rough idea of what we were aiming for from the very beginning. She nodded, typing out a black heart and a white before hesitating.

"The purple heart isn't dark enough to match the colour we picked though," she said.

"True. It probably doesn't matter that much. Maybe place it after the black so it hints at the purple being darker?"

"Good idea," she said, placing a purple heart after the black before hitting post. Our fans were going to have a field trip with that. "Come on," Taylor said, slipping her hand into mine and walking towards the door, "let's go get dinner. Where do you want to eat?" I thought for a few moments as we exited the building, Taylor's security walking a few metres behind us.

"I honestly fancy Wagamama today," I said, putting on my mask and sunglasses, "we could go to the one near Trafalgar square, they always let us eat on the roof away from everyone else."

"Good idea," she said. She didn't let go of my hand as we enjoyed the last of the day's sunlight, letting the warmth set our skin a glow, each new corner we turned revealing a city completely different to what we had just left behind, just like London always did. We hurried through Trafalgar square with our heads down low, hoping that we would go unnoticed by any paparazzi that was around. "Wait," Taylor said as we passed by the fountain, halting our steps. "Do you have any pennies on you?" I had forgotten we used to do that. It seemed so long ago now.

"Don't you think we're a bit old now?"

"Of course not," she said, "it's tradition. When have we ever been to London together and not tossed pennies into the fountain?" I shook my head in amusement, taking out my purse and taking a penny out from the very bottom. I waited for her to do the same before closing my eyes and tossing the penny, a ripple sending through the pool of water before it sunk to the bottom. Taylor scrunched up her nose, grinning before she threw hers, the splash leaping up and landing water onto the corner of my skirt.

"What did you wish for?" I questioned.

"Hey, remember what we agreed upon," she said, "don't ever tell anyone what you wished for or it won't come true." So even after all these years, she was still going to take this seriously. Well I guess it was fun for a moment, reliving my childish naivety back when I was hopeful and dwelled on silly fantasies. But of course, none of my fountain wishes had ever come true and that wasn't going to change today.

We continued our path to the restaurant, our fingers brushing against each other before they intertwined again. As soon as we reached the entrance, I recognised the waitress at the door and waved. She frowned at first before spotting Taylor's security, catching onto who we were immediately.

"Hi, I haven't seen you together here for so long," she said, "it must've been about four years now. How's Lizzie?" I held back a cough, fidgeting with a loose strand of my hair, glancing over at Taylor but her expression was unreadable behind her sunglasses and mask.