𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 || 𝐓.𝐒. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

❀✧☼

𝐈𝐓 wasn't unusual for Taylor to go out with her friends on the weekends. She'd usually invite you, but you'd never want to go. You knew every time she left the house, she got papped— since your relationship was private, you wanted to stay away from that as much as possible.

By the time she came home, you would still normally be up in bed, reading or watching something. She would kiss you goodnight and that was that. You knew she drank, but she never got drunk easily. Tipsy? Sure. Hardly ever drunk. So when you got a voice message from her at 11PM, slurring all her words and begging you to come and join her and her friends, it was pretty unexpected.

"Y/n, come join us. Pretty pleaseeee. I love you so so much. Okay bye, got to go. Sel's doing body shots. Love you."

You listened to the voice message on repeat, trying to figure out what was up. You couldn't help but feel happy at the fact that she still managed to talk about how much she loved you multiple times in 5 seconds.

At this point, you were in bed with the lights off, watching a show on your phones tiny screen. You didn't know whether to pick her up or not. Imagine if she did something stupid when the paparazzi are outside while they're leaving.

You quickly messaged her to make sure everything was okay.

y/n
everything okay, baby?
need a ride home?

taylor
nknonlnknk we're pkay
ill be hime soon i promise
i love yku

y/n
i love you too, taylor
text me if you need anything, alright?
do NOT be stupid.

taylor
i wont be i can act skber

y/n
tell that to your parents on new years.
okay, see you soon
be safe my love

Once you made sure she was safe, you continued to watch Grey's Anatomy on your phone. Barely twenty minutes had passed when you heard the front door open and slam shut. You knew it was Taylor and just sat in your bed, ready for her to come up and fall asleep.

When she didn't come up and instead heard a thud, you put your phone on your nightstand and rushed down the stairs.

"Taylor?" You shouted, trying to find out where she was. She wasn't in the hallway and she wasn't in the kitchen, so you went to go search the living room and found her limp body on the floor next to the couch.

"Taylor!" You shouted, rushing to her aid. You helped her up, but she was laughing her ass off. "What the hell is wrong with you?" You exclaimed, hitting her arm in annoyance. You thought something bad had happened, like she passed out or something.

"I'm sorry," She managed to get out through her giggles, "I meant to lay on the couch but missed." She slurred so much, it was truthfully kind of hard to understand her.

As you grabbed her arm to help pull her up, you asked, "You wanna tell me how you got home?" She answered with her eyes shut, too tired to open them, "Blakey took me home. I love her."

"Why are you laying on the couch, baby?" You helped her up to sit on the couch, her body falling against the cushions. "I didn't want to disrupt you by being drunk--"

She was so cute, even drunk, you thought. Until she finished, "--and also I was afraid that if I saw you, I'd wanna fuck your brains out." She scrunched her face, ever so innocently and booped your nose. How could she be so horny and adorable at the same time?

You weakly chuckled, "I think you should go to sleep. In your bed." She leaned in to kiss you, instantly sticking in her tongue. You moaned and pulled her away, "Taylor.."

"Please, fuck me. I need you so bad." She practically whimpered in your ear. You cupped her cheek, "Baby, you're drunk. I'm not gonna fuck you while your drunk."

"You've done it before, why is it wrong now? I want it, you want it. What's the big deal?"

"I was also drunk, Taylor," You giggled, standing up. You put your hands out for her to grab. She took them and you guided her upstairs to the bedroom.

After a lot of stumbling and tripping over stairs, you finally made it upstairs. "You wanna tell me how much you drank, Taylor?"

"I had likeee, four mojitos. Oh and then I had a margarita, I just wanted to try it. Then Gigi got us like four rounds of shots." You managed to understand her even though her words were more slurred than ever. You laughed at her and took her to the bedroom.

"Look who wants to take me to bed now, huh?" She drunkenly giggled, pinning you against the wall of your room and kissing you deeply, grabbing your ass. You pushed her off lightly, "Taylor, stop it. Get to bed." You said seriously, getting pissed off. You took her hand off your ass and threw it to her.

You didn't normally had to take care of her drunk, and when you did, she was never this bad. Even when you got drunk you weren't this bad. But, you thought to yourself that it could be worse. She could be throwing up everywhere.

"I'm sorry, baby." She apologised, stumbling over to the bed before falling against it. You smiled a little as you watched her forcefully shut her eyes.

"It's okay. Do you want anything before you sleep? Like water or a cookie?"

She sat up on propped herself up on her elbows and turned to you, "What about both?" You giggled and brushed her hair out her face with your hands, "Of course, stay where you are, I'll be back."

She plopped back down onto her back and waited for you to come back for her. You grabbed a cookie that you two had made the morning before and a glass of water before bringing it up to her.

However, before you could hand the two things to her, you saw her passed out splayed across the whole bed. You giggled to yourself quietly, setting the glass and cookie down on the bedside table and leaning over her limp figure, kissing her lightly on her forehead.

As you pulled away slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible, she opened her eyes and reached up to your head, pulling you into her lips again softly. "I love you," She whispered, letting go of your head and closing her eyes again.

You grabbed a blanket from the airing cupboard and wrapped yourself in the warm fabric. You took your teddy bear which was laying next to Taylor, and moved yourself downstairs.

You fell asleep on the couch with your blanket laid over you and your arm wrapped around your teddy bear.

~*~

You opened your eyes and the sun was beaming through the window, before it hit you. You weren't in the living room. You were back in bed with the duvet wrapped around you.

You felt Taylor's hand playing with your hair from the back, you flipped over onto your other side and were met with your beautiful girlfriend. She looked way better than she did when she had come home last night.

"Hey, you." She said softly, flashing her teeth in a smile. You looked up at her, "Morning. How'd I end up here?"

"I woke up to throw up this morning and found you sleeping on the couch. I felt bad and carried you back up to bed." She explained, "Thank you for last night, by the way. And I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to act like that towards you."

You smiled and cupped her cheek, "You don't need to apologise baby, you were drunk. Don't worry about it."

"No, I do. What if I didn't listen to you and things went further than it did? I'm so sorry, my love."

"Taylor, stop. You're being dramatic. I said no, you listened, alright? Don't do this." You told her seriously. You leaned up and kissed her gently on her soft lips. "I love you." You said, pulling away from her lips, she smiled and her hand pushed the back of your head delicately back to her lips.

~*~

Not my fav so it's been in the drafts for a while, but still hope you enjoyed <333