Taylor Swift Imagines | gxg only!

her favorite toy *

(i started this when the coachella photos came out but procrastinated... also why is coming up with titles so hard☹️)
side note: this chapter is dedicated to kingofmyheartgf (no its not she's holding me at gunpoint)

After a long day at the office, you have a splitting headache and all you want is to collapse onto the messy king sized bed you forgot to fix this morning. Once you get out of the taxi and rush to your front door to avoid the busy city streets, you see the door is unlocked. Sigh.

You walk into the hallway, taking off your shoes and placing them on the rack near the entrance. There's pizza boxes and used paper towels scattered across the floor, to which you had to kick aside to enter the living space—which didn't look like one anymore. The whole place is a fucking mess, and clothes are even strewn around. The used-to-be-white couch is barely visible with all the things piled on it.

"Taylor! Seriously? You couldn't even lock the damn door?!" You yell out, but to no reply.

Sighing, you place down your things and reluctantly pick up all the trash. As you're about to finally unwind, a gruff voice calls out, "Babe! Can you make me dinner?"

You groan, and hold your head in your hands. When you don't reply straight away, the voice calls out again. "Babe!"

You stomp to the couch and see her. In a loose tank top and pair of basketball shorts, her messy blonde bangs are being tucked away by the backward cap she's wearing. There are crumbs all over the couch, and she doesn't even look at you while she's slumped over with a controller in her hands. The light of the television is the only thing brightening the dark room and her eyes are glued onto it.

"You're not even gonna say hi to me?" You scoff, crossing your arms.

For a split second, she looks at you before going back to her thirteen-kill streak. "Hi."

It was a mistake buying Fortnite packs for her, since she's been playing for a fortnight straight. You think back to those years ago when you claimed you would be able to fix her, begging your daddy to let you love her.

You sit down next to her, to which she shoves you rudely with her arm. "Jeez, can't you give me some space?"

Dismissing her attitude, you persist, "Can't you even clean up after yourself?"

Taylor responds bluntly, "I'm busy."

Fed up with this bullshit, you snatch the controller from her sweaty palms and chuck it across the room. She finally pays attention to you now, and is glaring at you. You glare back at her with storms in your eyes, as she curses at you.

"What the fuck?! I was literally about to get him."

Holding back the tears that well up in your eyes, you choke out, "Am I not important to you? At all?"

Taylor stares at you, not saying anything though her brows are now furrowed from confusion rather than anger. When she finally speaks up, it's disappointing. "I don't understand."

Bitterly, you reply, "I know you don't."

The silence is loud, and the drum of your broken heart is pounding throughout every inch of your body. You've got thousands of speeches that you've longed to say ringing in your head, but no words leave your mouth when you open it.

And then, the most unexpected thing happens.

Taylor hugs you.

Her touch is warm and comforting, and you hate it. Your tears are sinking into the fabric of her top, and you shove her away.