One Night Stand (Kaylor) Karlie KlossxTaylorSwift, gxg, GxG, girlxgirl, lgbtq+

Jealousy, Jealousy, Pt. 2

After my shower, I finish getting ready for bed, though I can't help but wonder how I haven't ran into Karlie at all. I thought she would have come up to grab something from the room to change or to brush her teeth or something, but it has been unbelievably silent. Though I am furious with her, I can't help but wonder if she did leave.

I look around a bit, checking the spare room, but it's empty. I begin to panic now, and I run downstairs to check the kitchen and the living room, but there are no signs that she even came inside. The shoes she was wearing aren't by the door either. The fear begins to set in now, she left. It's over. We are done.

Karlie has left, and I am alone again. I should have known better. I should have known that this was too good to be true. I should have kept this as a one-night stand. Regret washes over me as the tears unwillingly pour from my eyes and down my cheeks, my heart pounds in my chest. Who could actually have stayed with me? I was ridiculous for thinking Karlie would.

I make my way to the front door; my shaky hand reaches for the doorknob. I know I am only torturing myself, but I need to know. I need to confirm that her car is gone, that she has left. I pull the door open slowly, my eyes scanning the driveway, seeing her car. I momentarily freeze before realizing Karlie is sitting on the steps.

"W-what are you doing?" I stutter, surprise filling me. I am still upset with her, but I don't understand why she is sitting out here. My anxiety calms a bit, though the anger of her openly flirting with other women right in front of me is still very present.

"Giving you space until you are ready to talk," she informs me. She turns to look at me, lifting her head from her hands. She is still crying.

"Karlie, it is freezing," I comment, and I hate that I feel concerned for her right now. The breeze is making the air extremely cold, and Karlie doesn't have a coat. I am kicking myself for worrying, but I still can't believe she hasn't left.

"I can wait as long as you need, the weather is not bothering me," her voice is still calm.

"I leave for New Jersey tomorrow," I shake my head.

"I can wait if you need me to," she reassures me, and I let out a sigh. I know now that there is no way I am getting out of talking to her.

"Come inside," I give in, feeling another breeze.

"I can't I need to talk to you-"

"-We will talk inside, come on," I interrupt her, walking away from the door. I leave it open, hearing her following me. I make my way into the living room, sitting down on the couch, "Why haven't you left?" I question, truly wondering why. She must have been outside for a couple of hours.

"I am not leaving," she says firmly, and she has proved this to me many times by now, but I still don't understand. 

"You should have," I admit, vulnerability makes its way to my voice. She should not have stayed tonight. If she was smart, she would have left. 

"Is that what you were expecting?" She questions knowingly, and I just nod in response. I continue to avoid looking at her, I don't want to make eye contact. I don't want to see how hurt she is, "Taylor, if this is going to end, it's going to end with you tell me it's over," her voice is quiet and genuine, "I'm sorry. I fucked up tonight," she sighs.

"You did," I nod in agreement, "And I don't know how I am going to get over it," I feel a knot begin to form in my stomach. This feeling is almost paralyzing.

"Taylor, there is not one thing or one person that I am going to let ruin what we have," her voice becomes even quieter, "I don't like how this is hurting you,"