Wildest Dreams - A Taylor Swift Adoption Fanfiction

Chapter 13: Just Hold On

Author's note: had to do somethin special for chapter 13 :) also I assume this is how Taylor texts cause this is how my millennial ass texts too lol

I wake to sunlight coming in through the windows - mentally remembering to close the curtains next time - momentarily confused by the absence of Taylor's cats walking across my face. The phone next to me lights up, and my heart stops when I see the name.

Taylor: Hey babe❤️❤️❤️❤️

Taylor: So

Taylor: Tree told me where you are

Taylor: And I get it. I do. Sometimes you need space. Sometimes being cared about is scarier than being alone

Taylor: And I'm trying really hard to respect that and not freak out

Taylor: But I'm kind of freaking out

Taylor: A lot actually

Taylor: Meredith keeps sitting by your door and judging me for letting you leave

Taylor: Which is ridiculous because I was literally asleep

Taylor: But she has a point

I stare at the messages, something thick and painful lodging in my throat. I can picture her pacing in her studio, probably stress-writing another song, while Olivia gives her that look of feline disappointment.

Taylor: Also

Taylor: Please order breakfast

Taylor: The pancakes there are really good

Taylor: Like, life changingly good

Taylor: And I know you probably haven't eaten yet because you're weird about food when you're upset

Taylor: Which I totally get

Taylor: But also please eat something

My fingers hover over the keyboard. What do you say to someone who notices things like your weird food habits after just two days? Who texts you about her cat's judgment instead of guilt-tripping you about leaving?

Taylor: You don't have to respond

Taylor: Or come back

Taylor: Just... know that your room is still your room

Taylor: Even if you don't think it is

Taylor: And Meredith misses judging your life choices in person

I curl tighter around the phone, reading and rereading her messages. They're so... Taylor. Rambling and worried and caring without demanding anything in return.

Me: tell meredith she can judge me from a distance

The response is instant.

Taylor: SHE SAYS IT'S NOT THE SAME

Taylor: Actually she just yawned and walked away but I'm interpreting that as distress

Taylor: Did you order pancakes yet?

Taylor: I'm not nagging

Taylor: But also please eat something

I press my face into the ridiculous hotel pillows, fighting a smile I don't want to acknowledge.

Me: its like 1pm

Taylor: Perfect pancake time

Taylor: They do this thing with the syrup