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

The Morning After

My eyes open, and my room is filled with light pouring in from the window. It must be late morning, it's warm, the sun is up, and I have a slight headache. That's when I remember I spent last night drinking wine, with Taylor.

I slightly sit up, looking around my room. There is no sign that she was actually here, besides that the side of my bed where she slept was unmade, and I have absolutely no clothes on. Did she just leave? Without waking me up?

I hurriedly get out of bed, finding a shirt and some shorts to put on. It was definitely real; she was here last night. I'm not crazy. When I look in the mirror I see faint hickeys across my chest, before I put my shirt on. She was here. 

I exit my room, first going to the living room, searching to find any signs of her leaving this morning. Nothing. Our wine glasses aren't even on the coffee table. I decide to check the kitchen, hearing some rustling around. Is she just now leaving? Did I accidentally get up too early, when she was trying to head out?

I walk into the kitchen, preparing myself for the goodbye.  Though, there she stands, wearing one of my t-shirts, seeming to be cooking. I knew I wasn't crazy. I stand here, puzzled, just looking at her, she hasn't seemed to notice me just yet. Is she staying? 

"Taylor?" I finally find it in me to speak up. She jumps slightly, turning around. She lets out a light laugh, before walking over towards me. She wraps her arms around me in a hug and places a kiss to my forehead. I hug her back, of course, but I am surprised to see her here. Why do I keep assuming the worst?

"Good morning," she speaks sweetly, "You scared me," she laughs again, letting go of me now.

"Good morning, sorry about that," I let out a laugh as well, following her. She seems to be cooking breakfast.

"There's some coffee for you," she points to the counter on my right, where a coffee cup sits. I nod, silently thanking her as I walk over to pick up the cup, "Are you okay?" She asks, her attention is fully on me, her blue eyes meeting mine.

"Y-yeah, I wasn't expecting to see you," I stutter honestly, taking a sip of the coffee she made for me. She moves to grab some plates from the cupboard, seeming to remember where everything in my kitchen is. She puts the food on the plates, before walking over to me again. I put my coffee back down on the counter as she pulls me into another tight hug.

"You thought I left?" She asks for clarification, and I nod.

"I'm sorry," I apologize, hugging her tightly.

"Babe, you need to stop assuming the worst with me. If I had to leave, I would have woken you up," she speaks, the term of endearment slightly catching me off guard. Though, I can't really tell her feelings from her tone of voice. I can't tell if she is upset, hurt, or frustrated.

"I know, I don't know why I keep doing that, I really am sorry," I state apologetically, as she lets go of me. She grabs the plates and some utensils, heading into the dining room, placing them on the table. We both sit down to eat.

"We didn't end horribly," Taylor says in between her bites of food.

"No, but we ended," I respond, eating my food as well.

"Cari," she looks to me, seriousness in her eyes and features, "I know we ended. I know I fucked up by not reaching out, but that doesn't mean I'm a horrible person," I pause for a minute, is that how I really make her feel?

"I don't think you're a horrible person," I argue back, though I keep my voice calm, and rest one of my hands on her thigh, "I guess I'm just still confused about what we are doing. You have no obligations to stay here with me, the morning after. You don't have to show up. You don't have to text or call me," I try to explain my point of view, though it doesn't seem to help much.