Camila
My head was pounding, I couldn't think. Words could not describe the pain I was feeling. I shifted in the bed and groaned. My stomach clenched up and I fought back the queasy feeling. The Curtains were drawn shut- not something I normally have done. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and squinted in the dimly lit room. The nightstand clock read 11:47 a.m.
What what? Did I sleep in till noon? What was wrong with me? Sitting up in the bed I realized why my stomach felt queasy. My vision doubled for a second before returning to normal.
Fuck me- I was hungover.
Grabbing my phone off the nightstand I noticed a glass of water with two pills and I took them without question, if they were drugs maybe they would make me feel better. The idea is missing breakfast made my stomach clench up. What did I drink last night?
How much did I drink?
I slipped the covers back and stood up, not moving for a moment while I got my bearings. I made my way into the hallway and could hear Taylor singing in her room. What time did she get home last night?
Crossing the hall I knocked on her door and she stopped singing. Moments later her door opened and she was dressed in sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt.
"Hey what time did you get home last night" I asked pushing past her and entering her room. I sat at the edge of her Bed.
Taylor didn't move from the doorway but turned around.
"We should talk," Taylor said
Her face was hard, with no smile or smirk. My stomach twisted. What was going on?
"Are you okay?" I asked concerned
She didn't move.
" Taylor your kinda scaring me" I mumbled and stood up from the bed.
My nervousness heightened. What was going on with her?
"We need to talk about last night," she said
Last night ?
"Taylor what are you-" I stopped talking mid sentience.
Lastnight, I remembered what happened last night. Why I woke up with a raging headache. Suddenly I felt out of place. I would have stayed in my room. I didn't want to look back up at Taylor. I drank her wine, yelled at her then puked all over her yard. I was mortified.
"Camila I just want to talk" she reminded me
I was in no place to argue- I was the one who attacked her last night. I nodded my head in agreement.
"Let's take this on the porch?" She asked
The porch, I wanted to say no. But I had room to think better without her so close to me. Following her outside, I couldn't help but worry. What did she want to say? After what I told her in rage I'd want nothing to do with myself. I'm so embarrassed by my actions.
Following her down the stairs and to the back porch she pushed the door open and gestured for me to walk out. I was so screwed. I had enough embarrassment to last a lifetime, especially now.
The second my feet landed on the wood I stopped, in front of me on the side table were balloons, a card, roses, a box of chocolate, and a gift bag.
"What is this," I asked
Taylor placed her hand on the small of my back and guided me further out so she could exit.
"Open it," she said smiling.
She made her way to the chair next to the small table and sat down. She didn't look worried at all. Last time I checked it wasn't Christmas nor was it Halloween.
"I don't like gifts," I said crossing my arms
Taylor huffed
"Oh stop being like that and come open it," she said and leaned forward to grab my arm and pull me closer.
Why was she getting me anything? Let alone flowers or chocolates.
"What do you want me to open first" I asked
Taylor smiled and grabbed the bag before handing it to me.
"This," she said tucking her hair behind her ear.
Why . Why WHY
DECIDING TO GO ALING EVEN THOUGH WE NEEDED TO "talk"
I pulled the tissue paper to see a blue box- Tiffany's. She wouldn't. I glanced at her to see her with the biggest smile ever.
"Open it" she pushed
Reaching into the back I grabbed the box and pulled it out, Taylor took the bag from my hands while I pulled the magnetic pieces apart to flip open the lid. In the box was a necklace- a gold necklace with one pendant on the chain. That pendant had the letter T in a fancy font. Why the letter t? My heart dropped into my stomach when Taylor stood up.
"Read this" she said handing me the card.
With shaky hands, I set the box down and Taylor scooped it right up and began undoing the chain to take it out. The card was easy to open. Pulling it from the envelope I saw that it was a printed card from her computer. On the form was Bella and Edward, it said ' I was certain about one thing' I opened the card to read the rest.
'That I was madly truly in love with you
My heart skipped a beat.
Stop
Stop
Below that in Taylor's writing 'Life is rocky and so are relationships- you have shown me real peace even amongst the chaos, let me be the one to hold you when you sad, laugh with you when you're happy, and be your favorite person. Camila, camz, will you be my girlfriend?
-T'
I didn't want to look up yet, my mind couldn't comprehend the reality that she was asking me this.
THE Taylor Swift was asking me to be her girlfriend.
"I know you have questions" Taylor stated
I nodded my head not trusting myself to speak.
"And I will get to each and every one" she said
"But Camila- will you be my girlfriend " Taylor asked
Hearing hee say it threw another pang to my gut, this was real.
Looking up at her I noticed she had the necklace in her hand- she was waiting for me to respond.
I was so confused , everything leading up to this moment made me feel like I was getting mixed signals.
Deciding to trust my heart this time I nodded my head and threw my arms around Taylor. She quickly wrapped her arms around my waist and spun us around. I felt like I was living in a fairy tail.
"Oh my gosh," I said wiping the tears from my eyes
We pulled apart and I saw the biggest smile on her face.
"Turn around " she mumbled
Without questioning her I turned around and she reached forward to put the necklace on me.
T, for Taylor. For my girlfriend. It's crazy to think how suddenly my life has changed. I went to hating life to not dreading waking up in the morning.
"Can we still talk" I asked her once I turned around.
"Of course, she said sitting back down and pulling me into her lap.
I was in her lap. Her hands were resting on my thigh. I was going to melt.
"Where do you wanna start" She asked
"Last night"
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Switching sides
RomanceCamila is in an abusive relationship, but nobody knows. What happens when her super famous boyfriend goes on tour with Taylor swift. What will become of their relationship With so many people around.
