unfinished echoes - taylor swift

12

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Taylor was still fast asleep, her face relaxed, lips slightly parted, the tension she so often carried nowhere to be found. Daisy lay beside her for a moment, watching her with a soft smile, her fingers itching to brush a strand of blonde hair out of Taylor's face but resisting, not wanting to wake her.

Carefully, she slid out of bed, making sure not to jostle the mattress. Once she was on her feet, she tiptoed out of the bedroom, glancing back briefly to make sure Taylor was still asleep. She smiled when Taylor murmured something incoherent and burrowed deeper into the pillows.

Daisy made her way to the kitchenette, tying her hair into a loose bun as she opened the fridge. She didn't have much to work with, but there were eggs, bread, and some fresh fruit that would do nicely. She started whisking eggs, humming quietly to herself as she moved around the space, the smell of coffee soon filling the air.

By the time she was plating the scrambled eggs and toast, Taylor appeared in the doorway, her hair tousled, her eyes still heavy with sleep. She wore an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts, looking adorably disheveled.

"Morning," Daisy greeted her with a smile, sliding a mug of coffee across the counter toward her. "I was just about to wake you."

Taylor blinked at her sleepily, taking the mug and savoring a long sip. "You're up early," she said, her voice still raspy from sleep. "And you made breakfast? You're spoiling me, Cox."

Daisy laughed as she set the plates on the small dining table. "Consider it a thank-you for letting me crash here."

Taylor smirked, her sleepiness fading as she followed Daisy to the table. "You're welcome to crash here anytime if it means I wake up to this."

They sat down together, the conversation light and easy as they ate. Taylor teased Daisy about her insistence on perfectly buttered toast, while Daisy rolled her eyes at Taylor's half-asleep attempt to butter hers. It was simple, domestic, and it felt... right.

As they were finishing up, Daisy's phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at the screen, seeing her mum's name flashing. "One sec," she said, picking it up. "Hi, Mum."

Taylor busied herself with the dishes as Daisy spoke to her mom, but her ears pricked up when she heard Daisy laugh softly.

"Yes, I know. I miss you too," Daisy was saying, her voice tinged with fondness. "I'll try to make it. When is it?"

Taylor glanced over curiously, watching as Daisy's expression softened further. "That sounds lovely. I'll check my schedule. Okay, love you too."

When Daisy hung up, she turned to Taylor, a thoughtful look on her face. "That was my mum," she explained, leaning against the counter. "She's planning this little Christmas event for the family back in London. She asked if I could come."

Taylor nodded, drying her hands on a towel. "Are you going to go?"

"I want to," Daisy admitted, then hesitated, her gaze flicking to Taylor. "But only if you're free to come with me. You know if you want to."

Taylor tilted her head, her expression softening. "London's my next tour stop," she said. "I have a couple of free days before the show. If you want me there, I'm in."

Daisy's face lit up, a grin spreading across her lips. "Really?"

"Of course," Taylor said, leaning against the counter with a smile. "I've met your mum before, and she was lovely. Plus, spending Christmas with you sounds like the perfect way to relax before the chaos picks back up."

Daisy stepped closer, her arms wrapping around Taylor in a warm hug. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice muffled against Taylor's chest.

Taylor kissed the top of her head, her arms holding Daisy tightly. "Anything for you," she murmured.