Taylor Swift Imagines | wlw

Midnights

You groaned as you heard your phone buzzing under your pillow. You tried to open eyes with difficulty, lifting up on elbows and half-asleep searching for phone under the pillow. A deep sigh escaped your mouth as you saw 3am and Taylor's name on screen.

— What?! - Your tired voice was dripping with irritation, a little more than you intended.

— Y/N! - Taylor's drunken squeak came out of the phone, with accompaniment of loud music and screaming and singing people in the background. — I'm soo happy you're awake!

— No, I'm not, I'm sleeping. - You huffed, rolling over on your back.

— You're talking to me, dumbass, - You heard her sip on something. - Sooo... The deal is I really, really need you there right now. - She was drunk to the point you barely understood her words, but she was clearly walking away because the voices and music was getting quieter and more muffled.

— Taylor, please, - You rolled your eyes. - Go home, sober up and then call me, goodnight. - Your tone soften a bit and your eyebrows furrowed sadly, even though she couldn't see you. You were absolutely exhausted by her lifestyle, but even if deep down you knew it's her own choice, watching her destroying herself wasn't the easiest.

— No, no! God, fine, can you at least pick me up? It's so fucking boring without you... - She huffed with annoyance. - I'll text you an adress, okay?

You sighed heavily, already sitting on the edge of bed.

— I'm gonna fucking kill you, you know? Don't move, sit somewhere and wait for me. - You hung up not waiting for her response. You hated that no matter how mad you are, you'll always give in for her.

You threw on a hoodie and pants, quickly grabbing your car keys and leaving the apartment.

***

As you pull up, you saw Taylor sitting on stairs with head down, lifting it up as soon as she heard the engine noise. Her face lighten up a bit and she got up from chair, walking up to car in very unsteady gait. She sighed heavily as she climbed on passenger seat, throwing head back lazily.

— Hello, darling... - She hummed turning head in your direction, tugging a smile. Despite the tired eyes and ruined makeup and hair, she looked so beautiful you just wanted take her into your arms and hold forever. — Thank youu... Thanks that you came - She chuckled.

— No problem... - You muttered, starting to drive away.

You focused on road, car filled with comfortable silence for a while.

— I'm cold - Taylor spoke up soon.

In response you leaned over to turn on the heat without a word.

— But don't be mad at me! - Taylor huffed raising her voice slightly, which made you look at her.

— I'm not mad... - You explained calmly.

— Oh, you are. Y-You grimace disgustingly - She stuttered, rolling her eyes. - You look awful. - She pointed at you, bursting into drunken giggles. — God, I'm pretty funny... - She sighed blisfully.

You couldn't help but raise a corner of your lips.

— Mhm, pretty stupid - You rolled eyes playfully.

— Hey, you're the one allergic to fun. You don't wanna go to parties together... Don't wanna hang out anymore... - She pouted.