Guitarstring Scars

End Game

I got a reputation, girl, that don't precede me
I'm one call away, whenever you need me

-Taylor Swift, End Game 

As soon as she finished packing her bag Taylor had flopped down on her bed and opened TikTok. But unlike normally, she didn't just watch whatever her for you page had to offer , most of the time meaning cat videos, but she chose the search button, typing in two words. Bella Guiliani.

That was 2 hours ago. Since then Taylor had been pulled into a rabbit hole of thirst traps and edits of the 28 years old guitarist. And she could admit the thirst trios were working phenomenally on her.

-TRIGGER WARNING-

sexual content, self-pleasuring, cursing

Taylor reached into her nightstand grabbing a small pink bunny vibrator before rolling back onto her side. She set up her phone against a pillow and started trailing her hands down her body and right into the waistband of her boxers.

As the next video of the brunette started playing, showing off her veiny lean hands , the music as accompanied by the low buzzing sound of her vibrator. A soft moan escaped the singers lips as the vibrator started to buzz against her sensible clit and the part of the vibrator that she kept thrusting into herself started hitting just the right place.

The videos was followed by one in which Bella wore only nipple tape as a top and some shorts, showing off her toned tattooed body. Taylor groaned with pleasure when she hit her own g-spot, the part of her every man she had been with so far , had been unable to find. Her legs started to shake , the pleasure taking over her body and making her arch her back as she clasped her hand over her mouth to muffle the stream of moans that escaped her parted lips.

She tossed around in the sheets as the waves of her own orgasm washed over her body , her moans muffled by the pillow she had pressed her face into. A habit she had picked up from the nights she had spent finishing what Joe had started , while he slept peacefully, deeming himself the great master of the female orgasm. Of course he could never find out she was faking , she wasn't in any mood to hear even one second of the fit of bitching and moaning he would throw if he found out .

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Joe. Good old Joe. They hadn't seen each other ever since h had started filming the new season of his precious show. He had told her not to visit since he had barely any free time anyway and it would just be some days waisted she would spend in a hotel room by herself. Not even the aspect of being able to sleep together had been able to convince him. She was mostly busy with preparing for the Tour anyways. But she didn't want to bring that up with him and cause yet another fight.

The next morning Bellas Alarm went off at 6 am sharp. The Italian groaned as she rolled to her side to hit the snooze button before she remembered why exactly she had set that alarm up. She picked up her phone when she sat up ending the alarm that read 'get off your fucking arse and in the shower pigra" (lazy ass) . she groaned lifting herself off the hard mattress and stumbled forward into the bathroom.

Bella had been staying at a kind of shady hotel in Los Angeles Down Town. Ever since she had found Vic and Damiano together in the bed she had picked just a few month before with the bassist she had no other choice than to stay at those kind of places. She hated it , mostly because she never had a stove that seemed trustworthy enough to cook herself so she had to get take out or some snacks every night

She had always thought coming home should be something you feel safe doing. Coming home , even to an empty apartment you could be safe in she had never appreciated until it was taken from her. So now whenever she left she took her papers and money with her and kept all her valuable hidden in a little safe when she stayed in.

She had nothing holding her here so yesterday she had packed up all her belongings into the two suitcases and put all guitars and basses into a big case . she would just have to look for a new room once she would return from the tour.

Last night she had simply decided to sleep naked so she wouldn't have to pack anything more than her bath stuff when she was done showering . Bella let the ice cold water run through her hair taking a deep breath. Her nonna had always said "Puoi innamorarti di qualcun altro solo dopo esserti innamorato di te stesso. e fino a quando non lo fai, non è amore. Un vero amante ti farà amare te stesso incondizionatamente." (you can only fall for someone else after falling in love with yourself. and until you do it's not love. a true lover will make you love yourself unconditionally.)

And she had been right , as always. It hadn't been love. Or at least not the kind of love that was meant to last forever. She had spent every lasting moment , fearing it wouldn't, which eventually turned out to be true.

Half an hour later Bella was all done, clad in a pair of joggers and a crop top , her dark hair braided into Dutch braids , reaching down just beneath her shoulder plates. Her make up was only lightly done and packed away into her suitcase while she waited on the cheap mattress for her phone to buzz.

She flopped back onto her mattress only to watch a few reels , deciding to search for some videos about her new employer. Of course she knew who Taylor Swift was, she didn't life under a stone, more of the opposite. She had been a fan of the singer ever since she heard Speak now when she was merely 15. She would never have admitted it , it would have destroyed her whole bad ass , smokey eyes , ripped clothes vibe. Victoria had teased her for weeks after finding the blondes songs on Bellas playlist.

Now she was about to get on a flight with the woman that basically was the music industry at this point. An edit appeared on her phone, one she knew all too well.

The sounds of End Game blared out of her speakers while a message popped up on her screen

We'll be there in 5, can't wait!!!

A low chuckle blossomed in Bellas throat. She was yet to get used to the enthusiastic way the blonde texted in and she could almost hear her voice while reading the text.

No matter the Reputation either of the women had, neither could have known what would happen in 3 months.