It Had to be Taylor

Chapter 6

(TAYLOR'S POV)

Last night was incredible. I had so much fun getting to know all those fans. I wish I could do this everyday. We leave for New York tomorrow morning, and have another Secret Session the next day.

I unlock my phone and scroll through Tumblr for the next few hours, even though I told myself only a few minutes. I smile as I read fans' experiences from last night, and everyone else being so supportive and congratulating. I love how everyone is like that.

I take a brisk shower and change into a simple gray sweater with a fox on it and some black leggings. I'm not going anywhere today, so it doesn't matter what I really wear. I still put on some light makeup.

Downstairs, I find both Olivia and Meredith cuddling on the couch so I take a picture and post it to social media. That's adorable. Haley isn't downstairs yet, and it's almost 11. I grab some strawberry pop tarts, leaving out a package for Haley, and watch some tv. A rerun of Grey's Anatomy is on. Perfect.

I hear movement behind me after a while and assume it's Haley. "Good morning!" I say cheerfully.

"Morning," she mutters. Hm. Not a morning person.

"There's some pop tarts on the kitchen counter out for you," I tell her.

"Thanks," she replies. She makes her way over to the living room and takes a seat in the chair to my right. I pick up an exasperated sigh from her a look to see what's wrong. She glares at the tv in a strange way.

"Oh, is there something else you want to watch?" I ask, remembering how she was watching Doctor Who yesterday.

"No, it's fine," she says, although I can still tell she doesn't want to watch this.

A few minutes pass and I subtly leave, giving her the opportunity to switch channels. There's nothing I really need to do, so I just go the bathroom. I come back only to find the channel still the same. Probably doesn't want to be rude. Or she finds the show interesting?

"We're leaving for New York early tomorrow morning, so make sure you pack your clothes up. I know you don't have much, but I promise once we're there I'll take you shopping so you'll have a full closet," I explain.

I seem to have caught her attention for a moment when she heard me talk about shopping, but she just nods and continues watching.

The episode ends and I head upstairs to start packing. My outfits tend to hop around my houses a lot. I just leave whatever I wore there, and find some new clothes already at the house to bring to the next. My largest wardrobe is in New York, obviously, since that's my main house, but I do keep a few outfits at my other homes.

The day turns out to be pretty lazy. Just watching tv and packing. Haley finishes the book she started yesterday. She said she really liked it. I loved that one, too. I go out to pick us up some fast food for dinner since I don't feel like cooking. Haley seems fine with this.

She seemed to have fun last night. A lot of fans were talking to her. I hope she liked the album. She goes upstairs to her room and I follow, turning off the tv. I wish I could bond with her more. My schedule is busy for a while, and Haley seems kind of uncomfortable here. I have to find a way to make her feel at home. After all, this is her home now.

Meredith follows me to my room and rubs herself against my guitar in the corner. To be honest, it's been a little while. I have had a few tunes stuck in my head, so I pick up the guitar and start strumming.

I take notes of the two different melodies I came up with, hoping they'll become a song for the next album, which I have no idea what it'll be like, honestly. I turn off the light and decide to go check Tumblr again. It's funny and cute about how they all freak out when they find out I'm online.

(HALEY'S POV)

I open my notebook and start to draw. My thought are constantly distracted by a noise coming from down the hall. I listen. It sounds like a guitar. And an unfamiliar tune is being played. Oh no, is Taylor songwriting again? Which guy was it this time? I chuckle.

The tune does sound quite nice though, but muffled since I'm only able to hear it through the walls, and I don't want to be a creep and wait outside her door. However, that's probably what she did with all her boyfriends. And that's how she scared them off.

It eventually ends, and I figure she must be going to sleep. I'm excited to go to New York, actually. It's been a place where I've always wanted to go, but I figured I wouldn't ever be able to travel there. I'm going to live there! That's one perk of living with Taylor Swift. Constantly traveling. Well, that's really only on tour and for other events. But still.

Shopping sounds nice, too. Taylor's fashion sense is okay. But since she's rich, I don't know how she made it this far, she'll buy me whatever I want, right? Another perk. Constantly being spoiled.

I realize my notebook is running out of space. Fast, too. I get up, almost knocking Olivia off my bed, who's claimed that as her spot for the night, and search through drawers.

Surprisingly, I find a few. All with clean pages. I could wait until shopping day to find cuter ones, but those never have as many pages. And Taylor wouldn't mind if I took a few, would she? No. She can easily get more. I pick a dark blue one, a yellow one, and a purple one.

I don't know why, but a thought comes to mind. What if I did journal entries? Not diary. That's stupid. Journal. I've liked writing, and I always go through these thoughts in my head, sometimes even forgetting drawing ideas.

I choose the dark blue one to be for the journal, and I skip the first page before I begin writing. I write about yesterday and today. Also about how Taylor adopted me, and how I hate her.

To end my night, I choose the purple notebook for my next art one, and start off with just a quick drawing of Elaine and I. I look at the clock, which reads 1:34 am. Crap. I've stayed up way too late. And there's the flight early tomorrow morning. I drop everything now, shove the notebooks in my suitcase, along with the book I finished today, in case I want to read it again, and go to bed.

(A/N Well, pretty boring chapter tbh. Just a filler. It should get more interesting eventually. But, this is probably the last chapter I'll write for a while. The next chapter will probably be out in the beginning of July, since it'll be hard to update with my aunt, and I can't at all at church camp. Also, I don't know if I should finish this story before I write a new one, or get further into it. I have so many ideas for other stories, and I don't know where and when to start tbh. Anyway, thank you all so much for all the votes and reads! I really hope you're enjoying this story. <3 )