Carolina, Continued. (FLETCHER x Taylor Swift Caylor girlxgirl gxg Gaylor)

Why?

I wake, my phone ringing. I reach for it, my eyes still closed. I know it's bright in the room, and I know it's probably late morning. I answer the phone, trying to get the noise to stop, it's making my head pound.

"Hello?" I answer, not at all hiding the fact that this call woke me up.

"Cari, don't hang up," Taylor's voice sounds through the phone. My eyes open immediately. I freeze, not knowing what to say or do. I look around the room, to the other bed. Selena isn't here. Thankfully, since Selena still has yet to get an explanation either. She would probably be mad if she knew Taylor reached out to me.

"Can we talk? I want to explain," I am still speechless, unable to find any words, "Please let me explain," Taylor begs. I look at my phone, seeing that it truly is Taylor that called. I also see a message from Selena, saying she didn't want to wake me, but she had to leave due to some meetings she has.

"Are you going to actually give me a reason?" I finally work up the courage to ask her, though my tone is harsher than I intended for it to be.

"Yes. I promise," Taylor speaks, hope found in her tone, "Please, let's meet up. I will answer every question you have for me," I can't help but sigh, it's already 11am, and my flight is in a few hours.

"Okay, but I don't have much time," I inform her, "I'll text you the address and the room number," I fully give in, as I climb out of bed, hurrying to get ready. I don't know how far she is from here, or how long it will take her to get here.

"Thank you," Taylor says, almost sounding relieved. I end the call, texting Taylor where  I am. I quickly get dressed, and brush my hair, but I hear a knock on the door, and I know it has to be Taylor. She must have been close by.

Hesitantly, I walk to the door, opening it. As predicted, there stands Taylor. She has jeans on, matched with a white blouse. Her hair falls over her shoulders perfectly, her lips painted red. Her eyes are as blue as ever, and she still smells like vanilla. I hate that I do this to myself.

"Hey," she speaks, seeming to be taking in my appearance. I step to the side letting her in, and I close the door behind her.

"Hi," I say, almost monotone, as I lead her to the small table near the window, that has two chairs placed at it. We both take a seat, sitting across from each other.

"Thank you for letting me come," she looks to me, her eyes hold a lot of hurt behind them today, and I can't help but wonder why. I just nod in response, I am going to make her be the one to talk.

"I'm sorry," she apologizes after a few minutes of silence.

"I don't want to hear that," I say firmly, "I want explanations, Taylor," I shake my head.

"I was scared," she says, her gaze falling to her hands, and I shake my head again, I should've known, "I was scared that you were with someone else. That you wouldn't want me anymore. That I took too long," Taylor continues, and I listen, understanding more now.

"I was terrified that the person I came out for wouldn't want me, or moved on," Taylor's head is still down, I can hear the sadness in her tone, and I don't know if I'm hearing her out because I want this, or if I am just pathetic. I feel pathetic, especially since I am genuinely paying attention, and believing her. I feel like this is reaching, but it's an explanation. 

I don't speak, unsure whether she is finished or not. I'm kind of buying into it, and that might be pathetic, but I am. I want to believe her. To put it lightly, I never stopped loving her, and at this point I will take whatever explanation she will give me.

She looks up, looking into my eyes, a couple tears have fallen down her cheeks. I am frustrated with how pretty she looks in this moment. I should be mad, I shouldn't be accepting of this. I shouldn't be giving into her so easily. I was so much stronger last night, but I can't find that stregnth to pull away anymore, she is too magnetic.