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

Would it be That Bad?

"Selena, turn your sound on your phone off!" I yell, my eyes still closed. I stayed at Selena's last night, knowing it was going to be a bad one after seeing Taylor again. Though, it's hard to sleep when her phone doesn't stop ringing.

"It's your phone, dumbass," Selena complains, she still sounds tired. I guess she's still in bed too.

"What?" I mumble, sitting up and searching for my phone. It is on the floor next to the bed for some reason. I lean down to grab it, picking it up. I swear I turned it on silent before we went to bed, but I guess not.

"Who the hell is blowing up your phone?" Selena asks, sitting up now too, trying to look over my shoulder, "Oh,"

It's Taylor, of course. She has called 4 times in a row, all followed by voicemails and endless text messages. I groan with frustration. I told her I wasn't going to talk with her. I regret everything I did last night, like I normally do when I drink. I fucked up, and I hurt myself all over again. I should have just left.

"It's Taylor. Like always," I sigh, turning my phone on silent, and placing it on the nightstand. I take this moment to rub my eyes, trying to wake up more.

"We need to talk about this," Selena comments, looking to me. I, of course, roll my eyes at her. She knows this is the last thing I want to talk about.

"Sel-" 

"-We are talking about this. I'm sick of you being sad all of the time. I'm sick of her being sad all of the time. I want to hang out with both of you again, as a group, not just one on one," I let out a sigh, leaning my back against the headboard of Selena's bed.

"There isn't anything more to talk about," I comment, sleep finally leaving my voice.

"You kissed last night, didn't you?" She asks, knowingly.

"So?" I question. That doesn't mean anything.

"So, you still love her. She still loves you. As I said, you have tortured her enough for her crimes, get over yourself and try again," she puts it simply. I wish it was that easy. She is starting to make me feel like I have been too harsh, though. Maybe I have been too harsh. Should I be giving her another chance.

No, I am only thinking this because we kissed last night. I had a decent time with her last night, and now I am thinking that I am crazy for pushing her away, that's not fair. I was pushing her away for a reason, even if I am failing to see that right now. We just hurt each other. It's not good for us.

"She is playing a show in New Jersey tonight," Selena mentions, "You love New Jersey, you are going," she shrugs, getting out of bed, and picking up her phone.

"Sel, I am not going to her concert," I argue, shaking my head. I am not going.

"Too late," she comments, showing me her phone. There are receipts for a flight, a ticket, and a room. I shake my head again.

"Selena, I don't want to see her again," I speak more firmly now, also deciding to get out of bed.

"You are going to; she's gone through enough. You have gone through enough. Stop kidding yourself, and get your girl back," she begins gathering my things, and putting them into my duffle bag.

"Selena," I try once more, but I know that my words are falling on deaf ears. Should I do this? Have I been too harsh? Am I doing us both wrong by not talking to her? Should I just let all of this go, and dive in all over again? My head begins to hurt, not knowing what to do.

"Your flight leaves in an hour, let's go," Selena speaks, handing me my shoes. I don't have much time to think as she drags me into the car and takes me to the airport. Everything goes by in some sort of blur, she walks me to the plane, leaving once I board. The flight lands quickly, and before I know it, I am standing in my hotel room, where I drop my bags and decide to take a quick shower.