𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 , 𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵

chapter thirteen | closure

            THIS WAS THE couple's version of the American dream. Laying in bed, watching as the fans freaked out over Taylor's latest album release, The Tortured Poets Department. As of now, it might be the new fan favorite.

The two read tweets aloud and showed each other Instagram posts from the fans. She hasn't seen this much of a reaction since the release of folklore and later evermore. Y/n knew it would be a guaranteed Grammy nomination, and maybe even a win.

Taylor set her almost dead phone on the nightstand, soon turning over to admire her girlfriend lying next to her. If she were being honest, she could stare at Y/n all day and never get bored of it. She loved this woman more than anything in the world, she never wanted to be away from her, and she never would be if she could help it.

"My love, I have a question," Taylor spoke up after a few minutes of silence.

Y/n set her phone down next to her on the bed, now glancing over to find Taylor looking at her, a hint of a sparkle in her blue eyes. It was the same sparkle that Y/n recognized, the sparkle that she would get when she looked at something she loved so much. She loved to see that sparkle. "And I have an answer. What's up, love?" Y/n questioned, brushing a stray strand of hair behind Taylor's ear, soon seeing the soft grin on her face from the action.

"Would you say that you're happy with the way your life turned out? Like with me?" Taylor questioned curiously. That question had completely taken Y/n by surprise. She knew what Taylor had been through in the past, but she had hoped that she knew Y/n well enough to know she wasn't like that. She wanted to know what could possess Taylor to ask a question like that. "I just know you don't like being in the spotlight and being with me kinda puts you there." She continued, seeing Y/n's expression change from curiosity to concern.

She wasn't sure where this was coming from, but she was determined to figure it out.

"What got that idea into your head? Did someone say something? Did I say something?"

"No! It was nothing like that," Taylor quickly reassured, sitting up in the bed. Y/n mirrored her actions, her gaze never drifting away. "I was just thinking about the songs I wrote about you on this album and those talks we had as kids when I started getting famous. It just made me think a little bit, maybe a little too deeply." She explained, an embarrassed chuckle making its escape as she spoke.

Y/n nodded slowly, a sign she understood. She let out a sigh and then began to speak. "Taylor, love, I am more than happy with the way my life is right now," She started, wrapping an arm around her. She felt an added weight on her shoulder, soon discovering it was Taylor's head being rested on her shoulder. "As long as I have you by my side, I'm more than happy and satisfied with our life." She reassured, soon pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Okay, good to know. I just wanted to make sure."

"I know, but that is something you will never have to worry about, I promise." She softly grinned. Now that Taylor seemed to be feeling much better, the two could enjoy their time together.

Y/n had a couple of things planned.

The warm air hit the couple's skin as they sat on the steps of their shared home. Taylor began to strum different chords on her guitar, playing a similar yet different melody. Y/n had heard the song before, she lived that song.

It was written about her.

A few seconds into the intro, the lyrics started. "I feel so high school every time I look at you." Taylor sang quietly, yet loud enough for Y/n to hear.

When Y/n looked over at her, she saw the smile on her face. She loved watching Taylor perform, it was her favorite pastime. The sound of Taylor's voice brought this sense of comfort, a feeling she couldn't explain, it was one of the best feelings.

"So, what inspired that song?" Y/n asked curiously.

Taylor thought about her answer for a moment, continuing to strum the chords. She hummed the lyrics as she continued to think until she had an answer. "That day you confessed your feelings to me and I left as quickly as I did, the words you said to me made me feel like I was in high school again. It made me feel...special." She explained, smiling as she thought about the moment once again.

Y/n remembered the moment too well, all for the wrong reasons. All she remembered was the embarrassment and hurt that came with that moment, the moment she thought that she scared Taylor away. "We remember that moment very differently then, good to know," Y/n replied, clearing her throat and then taking a sip of her drink.

"I didn't mean to bring up bad feelings for you!" Taylor was quick to apologize, now gently setting down her guitar and grabbing her girlfriend's hand. "I can only imagine how you felt that day, I'm so sorry."

Y/n let out a sigh, soon leaning over and planting a kiss on Taylor's forehead. That always worked when she would panic like this, it helped a lot when they were in high school. "It's okay, it's no big deal." She reassured, squeezing her hand and flashed her a reassuring grin. "Now, I wanna hear my song." She continued with a happier smile, quickly earning one in return from her girlfriend.

Taylor picked her guitar back up, playing the familiar chords once again.

Once lunchtime rolled around, Taylor and Y/n sat at the kitchen table, surrounded by their friends and family. This was their little housewarming party. They laughed with wine glasses in their hands, telling random stories about the couple, stories from their childhood to now, funny and serious.

The laughter got louder as Elvis told the story of how he first met Y/n, quickly earning a death glare from her. It was a story that she hoped people would never hear. She made him swear to never speak of it again, and he broke the promise.

"It was because of Y/n that I was in a foot cast for a month." Elvis finished the story, earning laughs from everyone except Y/n. Her death glare never faded. "That's also the day I knew she would be my best friend." He added with an apologetic smile.

"Alright, while we have everyone here, there's something that I would like to announce." Y/n spoke as she stood up from her seat at the table. Everyone, including Taylor, looked at her with confused expressions. No one knew what was happening, Taylor wasn't aware of anything. What secret could she have kept from everyone? "For the past year, I've been working on my debut novel, and I got an email from my publisher this morning telling me that my book with be published!" She announced excitedly, earning congratulations and cheers from everyone.

Taylor stood up from her seat and quickly approached her girlfriend. She picked her up to spin her around and then set her back down with a kiss. "I'm so proud of you, my love!" Taylor spoke excitedly. "Why didn't you tell me about it?" She asked curiously, wondering what all the secrets were about. "I thought we didn't keep secrets from each other?"

"We don't, but this time was an exception. Plus, you didn't tell me about the songs you wrote about me."

"Touché."

Everyone around them began to chuckle, but Amdrea started asking the important questions. "Now we have to know, what's the title of this book?" Andrea asked curiously.

Suddenly all eyes were on her again. Everyone looked at her with the same level of curiosity as Taylor's mother.

This was an important question after all. "Well? Are you going to tell us?" Elvis questioned, his tone growing more impatient. He never was the type to wait for anyone, when he wanted information, he wanted it immediately.

Y/n smiled at the group, soon turning her gaze toward her girlfriend. "The title of the story is...Timeless."

THE END

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