Switching sides

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Taylor pov

My stomach was turning. Something was bothering it. I shifted, and the sunlight filtered through the curtains, hitting me in the face.
Groaning, I turned back over, and my stomach flipped. Fuck I think I'm going to be sick. Scrambling out of bed, my feet got tangled in the blankets, and I went flying off of the bed- slamming my knees on the floor.

"Fuck" whimpered

What did I do last night??? Did I drink?? Did Lana come home?

Home.

I pushed off the floor and made a beeline for the bathroom. I made it just before my stomach retched up all its contents. A few minutes later, I sat back against the wall and wiped my mouth off. Disgusting. I pushed my hair behind my ear and tried to remember last night. The only thing I can remember was opening my second bottle of wine. Everything after that was blank.

When did I come to bed?

The smell of food wafted into the bathroom, and I couldn't think. I was back over the toilet, dry heaving.

Who was in my house cooking??

I sat up and quickly brushed the smell of vomit off of my teeth, walked out of the room, and stood in the doorway listening.

"Because I dropped your hand while dancing
Left you out there standing
Crestfallen on the landing
Champagne problems," a female voice sang

Wait

Not any voice

I know what voice

Cam

I bolted down the stairs and skidded to a stop in the kitchen doorway. I couldn't believe my eyes- Camila was here cooking breakfast.

"Cam?" I asked questionably

She turned around, am I dreaming? I rubbed my eyes, and she was still there. She looked exhausted. Her hair was a slight mess, and her eyes were bloodshot.

"You here?" I gasped

A small smile made its way to her lips—those lips I wanted to kiss so badly.

"In the flesh," she laughed a little.

Without hesitating, I pushed forward and threw my arms around her. She was here. Oh my god.

"You here?" I breathed

I didn't realize I was crying until now. My body slightly shaking with her in my arms.

"Are you staying?" I gasped

"Yes," she hummed

I let out the fear that bubbled up in my chest, and it came out with the tears. My choked sobs echoed across the kitchen. Camila stood there and held me for minutes. She was letting me process everything.

"I'm sorry, Tay," Camila whispered.

I drew back from her.

"What?" I ask confused

What was she talking about?

"We should sit down and talk," she said

I agreed, and Camila turned around to grab a bowl to fill it with eggs and bacon.

My stomach turned slightly.

"Trust me," she threw over her shoulder.

I stood there for a moment before she handed me the bowl and led us out back. She sat down on the hammock and patted the spot next to her.