Snow On the Beach (Taylor Swift x Reader)

invisible string

Trigger Warnings! 

self-harm (no depictions), depictions of self-harm scars, reference to suicidal thoughts, reference to death/grief, alcohol (being drunk), mental illness, K*rle Kl*ss

As always, let me know any I missed

No answer.

I waited half an hour, my eyes drooping until I eventually fell asleep and was woken up by my phone ringing next to me. I checked the time to see it was 6am before answering the call, rubbing my eyes as I switched on my bedside lamp.

"Hi," I said.

"Hey Y/n, did I wake you up?" Florence said, "I'm really sorry if I did." I slowly sat up.

"My alarm was about to go off anyway, don't worry," I said. I went to check my messages but none of them were from her so they were quickly dismissed. They didn't matter to me right now. I clicked on our chat and saw that they were marked as read but Taylor had left them all ignored.

"How has it been in London?" Flo asked.

"Just like it's always been," I said, "heavy traffic, loads of people, hundreds of tourists. But it's been fun." I stretched out my arms, willing myself to wake up. I turned off my lamp and went into the kitchen. I would have to get ready while talking to Flo so I wasn't late to work. "Are you coming to England anytime soon?"

"No, I'm filming a load of projects at the moment including Thunderbolts," she said, "my parents have been begging me to though." I felt a twinge in my chest. I was half an hour away from him yet he wouldn't even think about asking.

"Care to share any details?" I said, grabbing the cereal box from my cupboard. She tutted.

"No, I am not giving you any Marvel spoilers," she said, "you can wait for the film like everyone else." I groaned, pouring the cereal into a bowl before taking the milk out of the fridge.

"Well I wasn't going to tell you anything about my new album anyway," I said. She gasped.

"That's not fair," she said. I sat down on one of the stools in front of my countertop, pulling my breakfast towards me and beginning to eat. "I might get in trouble if I told you Marvel spoilers, you wouldn't."

"Who says Taylor won't murder me if I let out any spoilers? You're lucky you even know we're doing a collaboration." At the mention of Taylor, I checked my messages again even though I knew there wouldn't be anything new from her. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened last night; why had Joe been so mad? Why did he want me out of the house so desperately?

"I hate you," she said, "well I'd better be the first person to receive merch. Every single piece." I rubbed my face, pushing random strands of hair out of my face. I swear Florence was one of the only people I could speak to at this time of the morning without being a complete bitch.

"Flo, I have a girlfriend, remember?" Though if I thought about it, I'd much rather send her merch before Lizzie. I don't actually think she cared about it much, it's not like she listened to Taylor and I's music at all.

"Uh," she said, clearing her throat, "actually, speaking about your girlfriend." I frowned, getting up and washing my bowl off before placing it on the drying rack. I made a mental note to do the dishes as soon as I got home, my absence meaning it hadn't been done for days. "Has she spoken to you about Robbie?" The name didn't ring a bell.

"Robbie?" I questioned.

"Robbie Arnett." Was I supposed to know who that was? There was silence. "Oh."