𝙄𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙨 | Taylor Swift | WLW

11

Taylor sat on the floor of the bustling cafeteria, her back against the cool wall, a tray of fish and chips balanced on her lap. The aroma of fried food filled the air, mingling with the chatter of the crew. She took a bite, savouring the crispy batter and the tender fish within. Bea had requested fish and chips for all Fridays, and Taylor couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through her at the thought. It was a simple gesture, but it made her feel seen and understood.

The cafeteria hummed with activity, the clatter of cutlery and the murmur of conversations creating a comforting din. Taylor's eyes wandered to a nearby table where a group of crew members were deep in discussion. Their voices carried over the noise, snippets of their conversation reaching her ears.

"Have you seen 'I'm Having Her Baby'?" one of them asked, his voice tinged with admiration. "Bea Clarke directed it. She's a genius."

Taylor's cheeks flushed at the mention of Bea's name. She couldn't help but feel a swell of pride, even though the compliment wasn't directed at her.

"She won an Oscar for that film," another crew member chimed in. "She should do more movies, more music videos. She's got a real talent for it."

Taylor's smile widened, her heart fluttering. She agreed wholeheartedly. Bea's talent was undeniable, her vision unique and captivating.

"But why does she do so many LGBTQ+ projects?" a female crew member asked, her voice laced with curiosity. "She seems to know so much about it like she's an expert or something."

Taylor's ears perked up, her interest piqued. She had wondered the same thing. Bea's passion for LGBTQ+ themes was evident in her work, but Taylor had never delved into the reasons behind it.

"Maybe she's secretly gay," another voice suggested, causing a hush to fall over the table.

"She has a boyfriend," someone countered, breaking the silence.

Taylor's mind raced. She knew about Nathan, Bea's boyfriend, but the thought of Bea being gay lingered in her mind. It added a layer of complexity to her feelings, a puzzle she couldn't quite solve.

"We should probably stop talking about this," one of them said, bringing the conversation to a halt. "It's a bit rude to discuss people's private matters."

Taylor nodded to herself, agreeing with the sentiment. But the questions remained, gnawing at her. She wanted to know more about Bea, to understand her on a deeper level.

Later, Taylor found herself wandering around the set, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling environment. She passed by a trailer where a group of crew members were engrossed in a game of Grand Theft Auto, their laughter and cheers filling the air. The sight brought a smile to her face, but her mind was elsewhere, searching for Bea.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally spotted Bea in a trailer, alone, spinning a bottle on a table while sipping tea. The sight of her, so elegant and composed, made Taylor's heart skip a beat. She stepped into the trailer, her fingers brushing against Bea's as she helped her inside. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, their eyes meeting in a silent exchange.

"I bet you're getting flashbacks from the night we had sex," Bea said with a smirk, her voice low and teasing.

Taylor blushed, her smile widening. "Maybe a little," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bea offered her a cup of tea, and Taylor accepted gratefully, sinking into the couch beside her. The trailer was cosy, the air filled with the comforting scent of tea and the soft hum of the kettle.

"What were you doing with the bottle?" Taylor asked curiously, her eyes flicking to the paused screen of American Pie.

Bea hesitated for a moment before answering. "I was playing truth or dare with some friends earlier," she explained, her voice tinged with a hint of embarrassment.