Brooklyn - Taylor Swift

Part 37 ;)

"BABY!" I hear her voice before I see her, causing a shit-eating grin to form on my face as I push off my car and turn to face her, only to stumble back as she collides with my body. Honest to 

God, I think she sometimes forgets she's bloody five foot ten or something. Not that I care. 

Nothing in this world beats having Tay in my arms.

"Love," I mumble before her lips attack mine and my brain short circuits. However, not for long as I jump back awake as her hands cup my jaw, my own lips instantly moving against hers, savouring the taste of her that I have missed so much this last week, while one hand supports her weight and the other holds her waist, ensuring she is as close to me as possible.

God, I love her.

However, as my brain finally catches up, I realise where we are, causing me to pull back slowly, tapping her nose as it wrinkles in distaste as I separate us, letting her body slide down mine until she's back on her own two feet. "We're in public, love," I whisper, looking around quickly as I take a tiny step back, creating a less suspicious distance between us. This might be a private airstrip, but you can never be too safe. Bloody vultures like to hide everywhere, and while no one is expecting her to be here since her coming to the UK was a secret, and on top of that, her coming into Edinbrough was totally last minute, you can never be too sure.

"Screw them. I missed you so much," she grumbled, making me laugh as I looked around for Greg, surprised that I couldn't see him. "Yeah, well, you still haven't told Tree about us, and I am pretty sure she will kill me if she finds out about us because we're plastered over the cover of Daily Mail," I explain, earning a huff. "I am going to ban you from saying sensible shit. Honestly, you ruin all my fun. Plus, think about how funny that would be. Taylor Swift's new girlfriend: can't get any guy to stay, so now she has moved onto the other gender," she huffs, mocking the press in a stupid voice towards the end, making me laugh, knowing she wasn't serious at all.

"Oh yes, I can see them now. Andy Nickles, shooting way above her league with Taylor Swift: is she just that good of a shag, or is she secretly loaded?" I tease back, earning the best laugh from Tay as she shakes her head at me. We both know that is precisely the type of shit the media would print when they inevitably find out about us.

"Where's Greg?" I ask, still unable to spot him as I return to looking at my stunning girlfriend. "New York," she shrugs, following behind me as I move to grab her bags from some dude who is holding them in confusion. "Why?" I ask, tilting my head to face her before taking the bags and thanking the dude.

"Because I had to give him some time off to make up for the car incident. He refused a raise, so this was the best I could get him to agree to. Plus, Oscar is here, so I figured we could make the drive back to the Lake House without too much issue," she shrugged as I chucked her bags in the boot. Greg definitely refused her raise because of the Christmas bonus I gave him as an apology, but I'm going to guess he didn't tell Taylor about that.

"Wait. Where is Oscar?" She asked, now looking around for him, making me smile sheepishly, checking she had nothing she could throw at me in her hands; I learnt that the hard way. "Um," I chuckle, checking my phone for the time, "probably just reaching the Lake Districts now with the twins," I shrug, moving to open her door, earning a sharp look.

"I brought him with me, just like you told me to. He had a wail of a time sitting in the bar watching the twins, and I be plonkers last night. He had so much fun I was worried he must be exhausted, so I sent him with the twins and James home so he could rest up a bit before shit gets crazy next week when the album drops," I explain, with a smile on my lips. Although it dropped at the glare she gave me.