So High School | T. Swift x OC

thirteen

Happy chapter thirteen

The New Year arrived with a sense of renewal and hope. For Eliot, the news from his doctors was a bright spot. He would be able to get his splint off before Valentine's Day and could potentially be back on the soccer field by mid-March. The thought of returning to the sport he loved filled him with a sense of purpose and determination.

The holiday season had been a blend of joy and longing. Christmas was spent apart, with Taylor in Nashville with her family and Eliot in London with his. Despite the distance, they stayed in constant contact, their messages and calls a lifeline that kept them connected. Taylor shared pictures of her family's celebrations, the twinkling lights and festive gatherings. Eliot sent photos of London's winter wonderland, the city sparkling with holiday cheer.

The week felt both long and short. They missed each other terribly, but the anticipation of their reunion kept their spirits high. When New Year's Eve arrived, they made their way back to Taylor's apartment in New York. The city was alive with excitement, a palpable buzz in the air as everyone prepared to welcome the new year.

Eliot arrived first, the familiar surroundings of Taylor's apartment bringing a sense of comfort. He limped slightly, still adjusting to the splint, but his heart was light with the thought of seeing Taylor again. He settled in, taking in the quiet atmosphere, a stark contrast to the bustling city outside.

Taylor's arrival was a moment of pure joy. They embraced tightly, holding on as if they could make up for the time they had spent apart in that single hug. The reunion was sweet, their connection undeniable as they savoured the warmth and familiarity of each other's presence.

They spent New Year's Eve together, just the two of them. The apartment was their cozy retreat from the world, decorated simply yet elegantly. They shared a meal, laughter, and quiet moments of reflection. The city's fireworks illuminated the night sky, a dazzling display visible from the windows. They watched together, Taylor resting her head on Eliot's shoulder, their hands intertwined.

As the clock struck midnight, they shared a kiss, a promise of love and commitment for the year ahead. The fireworks outside mirrored the sparks between them, a celebration of their bond and the journey they were on together.

The first days of the new year were spent in blissful togetherness. They fell into a comfortable routine, enjoying the simple pleasures of each other's company. Mornings were filled with leisurely breakfasts and the smell of coffee, afternoons spent exploring the city or just relaxing at home. Evenings were their time to unwind, watching movies or simply talking, their conversations ranging from the mundane to the profound.

Taylor took special care of Eliot, mindful of his injury. She was attentive without being overbearing, supporting him in ways that made him feel cherished and loved. Eliot appreciated her thoughtfulness, finding solace in her presence. They made plans for the future, discussing their hopes and dreams, the things they wanted to achieve together.

Despite the joy of their reunion, the time they had spent apart had strengthened their relationship. They had navigated the distance with grace, their bond proving resilient and strong. Now, being together felt even more precious, every moment a reminder of the love they shared.

As January progressed, the days grew colder, but their hearts remained warm. Taylor continued working on her music, finding inspiration in their time together. Eliot focused on his recovery, attending his physical therapy sessions with determination. He was eager to return to the field, but he also knew that he needed to heal properly.

On the first of February, the air in Taylor's New York apartment buzzed with a sense of anticipation and excitement. Taylor had been waiting for the perfect moment to share something monumental with Eliot. The time had finally come.