CRUELEST SUMMER

26

Taylor pov

     The calls with tree were endless. Shit hit the fan over what had happened at Karlie's NYE party and I couldn't get anyway from it. Everyone was asking me anything they could to get the scoop on what had actually happened. It's been overwhelming to the point I canceled my interviews for the next month. 1989 would have to fly solo, I had faith in it that it would be fine but I still stress that the interviews would bring positive publicity- well not at the moment anyway.

   I wanted to start working on the next album. I had a few ideas for it- despite my previous albums I want a catchy name, something that sticks out, I like the title Karma but I need the songs to flow with it. Depending on that will decide the album name. 

  Lavender has inspired a handful of songs already, I've kept them on the down low for now- maybe I want to keep them to myself. I always give my music to my fans but maybe this one is just for me. She's just for me.  Part of myself wants to be selfish and hide what we share from the public- I don't want to endure the same gossip and drama as my exes. I want her to last. The other part of me wants to show her off, just to prove to people who I have, despite their opinions.

  Lavenders never cared about their opinions, she's never voiced them to me at least. I'm grateful she's become one of my biggest supporters.  She even bought a copy of every album I have on vinyl and begged me to sign them so she could say she has a superstar's autograph. A heat sweeps across my face remembering that night.

"Okay, I'm here what did you need so urgently that it couldn't wait until brunch tomorrow" I sigh with a soft smile creeping its way across my face.

A ball of hair and laughter crashes into me as I stagger a few feet back before wrapping my arms around her.

"I missed you" Lavender sighed into the embrace.

"I saw you two days ago dork" I snort

"Come here"

She quickly intertwined her hand with my mind before pulling me into her formal dining room. On the table, I notice albums- my albums. I noticed they are all in a protective sleeve and Lav holds out a black sharpie.

" will you sign them" she asks biting the skin on her bottom lip.

Does she want me to sign the albums?

"Why do you want me to sign them" I laugh a little as I pick up 1989 and pull it out of its protected sleeve.

" duh so I can show them off and make everyone jealous" she hums slightly hovering while watching me sign them. I add a small heart beside my name- just for her. Cause at this point I think she might have it.

"Don't you think I'd be enough to show off" I tease and slide the cap back onto the marker.

"No," Lav says as she picks up the vinyls and pivots out of the room.

"Hey," I call out as I follow her into the living room to see she's placing the vinyl on a shelf on the wall.

"Babe" I breathe

The word slips out before I realize what I said yet I don't regret it. She's the first person I know to hang up my work. Not even my exes would display my work like this. It hits home.

"Oh, I want to have a cute nickname for you" Lav calls out as she places the last vinyl on the shelf.

She takes a few steps back to admire her work before turning to me.

"What are you doing the rest of the day" she asks eyeing me

"No plans as far as I am aware- why" I ask