A Place in This World - Taylor Swift x Fem OC

Chapter 4

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"Oh songbird."

Taylor groans into her pillow, curling up more under her blankets when she feels the cold breeze brush past her. She should've definitely closed her window last night like her mom told her too.

Also, why is Arina in her dreams? I mean, sure, the girl is pretty mythical, but she knows for a fact that her girlfriend is at home, in her own bed, sleeping peacefully unlike Taylor, who is somehow cold and hot at the same time.

"Songbird...wake up hon."

Now Arinas voice sounds like the girl is laying right next to her, softly whispering to her and gently moving her hair behind her ear.

So she slowly opens one eye, and all she sees is a floral pattern dress material next to her and a necklace with a little star charm hanging in front of her. The necklace she got Arina the first time she kissed her. Despite the light coming in harshly from her open curtains- when the fuck did she open her curtains?- she forces herself to open her other eye, and then she finally finds out who the pretty dress and necklace actually belong to.

Holy shit.

Arina Patel is in her bed.

She wants to get up in shock, maybe change into something that isn't a self cropped t-shirt with an ice cream stain and Austin's old shorts, but her whole body hurts and her head feels like it's about to explode. What the hell is happening to her?

"You're alright Tay. It's okay. Just rest. I'll be right back."

Arinas voice is soft and soothing, and the blonde's pillow seems so comfy and alluring, so Taylor does rest. She falls back asleep quickly, sleep calling her name so her pounding headache finally fades and she's once again comfortable.

The smell of chicken soup is what wakes her up, and it also is what lures her downstairs. Her headache is once again back, and she feels like she's going to barf all over the stairs, but something smells so good and she can hear someone singing along to Fancy by Reba McEntire so it must be worth it.

Turns out waking up to the sight of her girlfriend wasn't a dream, because she finds Arina casually dancing around her kitchen in a sundress, stirring a pot of soup on the stove. Ronan sits happily on her hip, and Taylor tries to ignore the growing nausea in her stomach so she can watch her girlfriend dance around the room with the baby.

"Shit." Taylor suddenly can't help but curse under her breath, not loud enough for Arina to hear her, though the girl does hear when the blonde rushes off to the bathroom down the hall.

Arina frowns, placing the baby down in the pack and play she brought over before she follows after her girlfriend.

Fuck.

Seeing people vomit.....always makes her vomit.

But Taylor needs her right now, and what kind of girlfriend would she be if she doesn't comfort her girl in time of need?

So she kneels next to where the blonde is currently kneeled over the toilet, vomiting what very little she's eaten in the past day. "Okay songbird." The dark haired girl nervously chuckles, holding one hand over her mouth to avoid puking as well but using the other to hold her girlfriends hair in a makeshift ponytail. "You're okay. You- ack!" She gags, her comfort for the blonde stopping for a minute before she takes a deep breath and forces herself to ignore the smell and sound and just continue rubbing circles on Taylors back.

Taylor sobs, never one to exactly enjoy puking her guts out. Though with the feeling of Arina rubbing her back and the fact that she has barely eaten enough to vomit in the whole past day she's been sick, she's finally done vomiting and instead leans her body up against the other girls, body giving out in exhaustion.