What I Want

Chapter Twelve

Taylor's P.O.V

I was getting off the plane in New York when the paparazzi began to take pictures of me, I knew they couldn't see my eyes or watch for any sign as they snapped them but I knew that by Christmas they would be worse. "Taylor, Taylor over here." Was being called from one side and then, "What do you think of Karlie's accident?" this one shocked me. 'Karlie's fine you talked to her this morning.' I told myself looking at my watch. But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong so I picked up my phone and googled Karlie Kloss and the first things that came up was French Breaking News that Karlie Kloss was in hospital after being injured on a shoot in Paris. Opening the first one I saw the headline read. 'AMERICAN MODEL TAKES A TUMBLE' with my heart in my mouth I scrolled down and discovered that Karlie had fallen off a ladder, almost two metres in the air in heels and onto concrete. I felt sick. Then I felt mad. Why hadn't she called me? Why hadn't Zoe called me? Surely I mattered. Jumping up I wasted no time in calling the airport and booking a flight to Paris, Karlie may not want me to know but for god sakes I love the woman, I'm not going to not visit her. She needs me and I need to see that she isn't hurt.

Karlie's P.O.V

Lying on this small bed, in a gross smelling hospital room with no one but myself was boring. Zoe had left to deal with the accident papers and end the photo shoot but I was stuck in hospital in the city of love because I fell off a ladder in heels and broke my leg. I wasn't really worried about the leg but I was worried about Taylor finding out. She would be so mad that I didn't even want to think about how this could all go down in flames. She may decide she doesn't want me anymore, 'god I hope not. I love her.' Then I lay down and fell asleep only waking when it was dark to the hospital door opening and slamming shut, I ignored it but the voice that accompanied it into the room made me cringe. "KARLIE ELIZABETH KLOSS. What the hell do you think you are doing?" I opened my eyes to see one very mad Taylor Swift glaring down at me. She looked terrible. "Uhm lying down?" I stated trying to crack a joke. "Are you kidding me?" I cringed again and her stare weakened. "What?" I questioned trying to protect myself but it was no use she was absolutely right and she knew it. "Karlie, you are lying in a hospital in Paris with a broken leg, this is no time for jokes or snide comments." I hung my head as she moved closer. "I know I'm sorry. Wait, who told you?" I questioned somewhat angrily. She looked taken back so I softened my gaze. "No-one, actually the internet told me and I watched you being carried out on a stretcher." My mouth fell open as I realised that it was release week but she was right next to me. I sat up and she pushed me back down. "What!" I muttered as she stood over me. "Baby, you are hurt. Let me." I nodded slowly and pointed to the bathroom. She nodded and then smiled a small smile. "Okay, hold onto my neck Karlie." I rolled my eyes and she whacked me. "Ouch, dammit Taylor, what was that for?" I questioned rubbing my hand. "Naughty girls get smacked Karlie." She said with a gleam in her eye. I felt myself go weak, weak and wet. 'Oh great now I'm turned on.' I laughed and looked at her face before she helped me up and carried me to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later she had tucked me back into bed and taken a vigil at my bedside. "You know I'm not dying right?" I asked her with a slice of humour. She looked at me and said, "Yeah why?" I pointed to her and the fact that the lights were dimmed and she laughed too, recognizing what I was getting at. "Then come sit up here princess," she looked at me doubtfully before shaking her head. "I don't think so Karlie." I began to pout and she whined. "Don't do that." "Get over here, it's just a broken leg." I clarified not really knowing why she was protesting. Eventually she sighed and I knew I had won so I moved over slightly as she cuddled up next to me. Her tense shoulders began to relax as I ran my hand through her tangled knots. "Babe, you should brush this wild hair." I stated pointing it out to her as she flinched when my fingers got stuck. "It will live. Are you feeling okay?" I looked down at her and pecked her nose lightly. "I'm perfect. But how are you here? Did Tree do a nut?" She looked away and I knew no one knew she was here. "Babe..." I questioned looking at her sternly. "Okay, so no one knows I'm here. Tree will understand I hope." I sighed and looked at the roof as her fingers traced my skin through the gap in the hospital gown at my neck. "I hope you are right." I told her leaning down and kissing her again before whispering. "So can I hear it now?" she laughed and her blue eyes sparkled and I felt better now that she wasn't feeling sad about me being hurt nor guilty about not telling Tree. I watched her pull her phone from her pocket and hand it to me with her cat headphones I brought her when we were in St. Louis visiting my parents a few weeks ago. "Cute babe." I said nodding at the headphones, she blushed and agreed and I knew that I would never love anyone as much as I loved this human being in the form of a blonde haired, blue eyed princess.