What I Want

Chapter Twenty Five

Taylor's P.O.V

The call from Jo and IMG had put every fear or insecurity I've ever had about America at the front of my mind. I watch way too many crime shows but all I can think about is Karlie's body showing up in ten years as a pile of bones. No way to tell how she died or what her last meal was. The only identification will be through her teeth and that's what scared me. With shaky hands I call Karlie's parents and they cry with me. Having already been told they know that they can't do much more. "How are you Taylor?" Tracy asks me and I lose it all over again, the weeping noises wake Allie who begins to cry once more from her spot under the jungle gym and I say in a rush. "I have to go...Allie." They mutter back and within minutes I'm scooping up my precious gem and rocking her to sleep a few minutes later a knock arrives at my door, peaking through the hole in the door I see Paul with a pair of police officers so I carefully open the door and Paul tells me their names are, "Detective Grant and Detective Roger from the F.B.I." I shudder as they come in and Paul leaves to go back downstairs. "Cute kid," one of them states as I smile and keep rocking Allie.
"Should we sit down? Will it take long?" I question as they shake their heads.
"No mam, we just want to know what time Karlie left and if she has any enemies." I would have laughed if it hadn't been real life but it was, my fiancé is missing. "She left at 6.15pm from my parents Nashville home where I was staying while she was doing photo shoots in L.A, she flew in to surprise Allie and I before going to London. She didn't have any enemies that I knew of but she is a model and everyone is trying to be the best and right now Karlie is a sought after model. She works for a top agency, IMG and has been on Vogue several times in the past few years." They both nod and write things as Allie falls asleep once more and I move her to the porta-cot we have downstairs for these occasions. Saves walking up and downstairs and using the baby monitor. "So no one comes to mind then Miss Swift?" Detective Roger asks. I shake my head and ten minutes later they are gone. I walk back to the cot and watch Allie sleep knowing that if Karlie doesn't come back then I will be a single parent. So I pick up the phone and dial my mom, she'll know what to do.

Karlie's P.O.V

The space around me is dark and damp, you can smell it in the air. It's total pitch black and the only sounds are coming from what must be a leaky pipe as drops of water are heard periodically. I try to wiggle around but all I succeed in doing is knocking over the chair I'm sitting on, and man does ground come up fast to eat you. 'Splat' the sound of my face hitting the concrete floor under me. I let out a cry of pain as a door opens and someone darts in and picks me up. "Come now Karlie, boss won't be happy if you mark-up that pretty face of yours." He states in a slime ball way before running his fingers down the length of my arm and leaving while laughing. I sigh and fight back tears, they won't help me I need to think straight so instead I focus on Allie and Taylor and getting home to kiss them all again. 'I need to come up with a plan.' I huff to myself but with no sunlight or way to tell the time I'm all out of ideas so instead I settle for thinking and remembering. I play back every moment Taylor and I have shared either heartbreak like Paris or every moment since then. My mind floats to a couple.

*FLASHBACKS*

January 31st 2014

"Listen Karlie, I'm warning you..." Taylor grumbles from her side of the bed. It was our first time sharing a small bed like this but separate beds just wasn't an option. I sit up and turn on the light and immediately start laughing when I look at Taylor's hair. It's all over the place. Her bangs are sticking up and she rolls over and says, "What Karlie?" her voice is rather sassy for 2.30am. I point to her head and she gives me a death stare. "God I wanna cut it..." she groans and lies back down. I look at her and see that she's serious, "why baby?" I mutter playfully whilst tangling my hands in it as I lie back down. "Too long." She pouts looking at me. I smile and shake my head.
"No it's perfect. I love it." I state as her blue eyes latch onto mine. Cuddling closer she states.
"We are never sharing the tour bus beds again." I kiss her lips and agree and not even six hours later a bump in the road bumps me out of bed and onto the cold hard ground. I scream as it happens because it shocks me but the infectious laughter that follows is what I remember most. Taylor sticks her head over the side. "Need a hand babe?" she questions as I shake my head and she laughs again.

March 20th 2014

I walked in the front door of Taylor's L.A house since she was out her for the last few RED Tour stops and I had some interviews and a photo shoot to do. Since tonight was our last night here before I went back to New York she had decided that she wanted to spice things up. 'Whatever that means.' I thought as I walked up the pathway but unlocking the door and walking in all I heard was soft sensual music and thought. 'Maybe she's getting herself off somewhere.' So I immediately set of to find her being as quiet as possible. I made it as far as the living room before a very naked Taylor lying on top of the kitchen table almost sent me into a frenzy. "Hey Karlie." She casually said, semi turning her head to face me. "Good day?" I nodded a bit speechless. "I made cookies today, want one?" I nodded and walked closer. "You alright Karlie?" she questioned and I actually lifted my eyes to hers and answered her. "Nope, I'm losing my shit right now! How dare you be fully naked and cover your chest and vagina in cookies. Those are my special parts." I watch her mouth fall open from the dirty talk. Walking closer I lean down and kiss her. "I'm hungry." I state as I pull down the black jeans with ripped parts in the knee and tear off my white t-shirt before lying a pathway of small kisses down her chest to the first cookie on her vagina. Biting it gently I chew and swallow. "Are those Karlie Kookies?" I question and she nods.  "Okay so I didn't bake today I just stole a box because I was watching Sex in the City: The Movie and that's how I got the idea. I pecked her lips. "Best.Idea.Ever." I claimed between kisses as we slowly tangled together on the kitchen table and soon all the cookies were gone and we were feasting on each other.

*FLASHBACKS END*

There's no way I can define my relationship with Taylor Alison Swift to one event. Hell we were practically having sex at Victoria's Secret Fashion Show in 2013 without physically doing it. I'll never be able to thank Lily Aldridge enough for encouraging/forcing Taylor to be the singer that year. It was amazing and now I have a beautiful fiancé out of it and a cutie pie of a daughter. I was getting ready to list the other things that I love when light fills the room and the door bangs open and heels walk towards me. "Good evening Karlie, how are you?" My eyes widen in shock as I realise who the kidnapper is and why I'm here.