YOU'RE THE FIRST {taylor swift/you}- Book 1

20.

Y/n is hungover. By hungover, she means in bed with a bin at the side of her and a pack of frozen peas on her head, while Taylor, is bright as a button, playing around with the necklace that y/n had given her last night, supporting the girls initials.

She makes her way downstairs, watching as girls leave their apartment, carrying their shoes in their hands.

She wades through the glitter on the on the hardwood, picking up a few polaroids from the floor and admiring them, mainly her and y/n from the night before,

Y/n walks downstairs and smiles, seeing Taylor in simply just a thong and oversized top,

Y/n- 'You okay baby?' She asks, and instantly makes her way to the coffee machine, Taylor simply nods her head and lifts herself up onto the counter,

"you sure?" She asks again, wondering why the blonde blue eyed girl was so quiet

Taylor- "Yeah just.." She cuts herself off and drops her head "I don't know, seeing you and Gigi as basically strangers last night" She shakes her head, and plays around with her fingers anxiously,

"Like i know obviously you aren't strangers but..." She is stressed and y/n knows it, she tilts her head and searches the girls blue eyes for any hint of what Taylor could be overthinking about

Y/n- "I've seen the girl naked throwing up in the shower, we are far from strangers" Y/n replies, edging closer to Taylor and cheekily grinning, still supporting a pounding headache

Taylor- Taylor shakes her head and adjusts her top, her nipples hard from the cold breeze drafting through their apartment "Yeah but you might as well have been strangers" She says in her American accent.

"Just" she stutters

"Please don't ever become a stranger" Y/n shakes her head and takes a sip of her coffee, supporting just a bra and some discarded shorts she found on the floor, not sure whether they were hers or Taylor's, she had just pulled them on in her hungover state

Y/n- "I think it would be pretty hard considering you could recognise my laugh from ten miles away" She says, sitting at the kitchen counter in front of taylor who was still sat atop of it

Taylor- She nods and agrees 'I could recognise your laugh anywhere" Y/n smiles in return

"Because i am so irrevocably in love with you y/n" The blonde haired older girl replies

Y/n- "I will never ever become a stranger to you Taylor, i love you too much for anything like that" Taylor pulls the girl into her, holding onto her like her life depended on it.

Y/n pulls away slightly and glances into the boy eyes she loved so much, dropping her glare to the girls lips and kissing her gently, then more, and more, until they were practically ravaging each-others mouths,

Taylor: "The taste of your lips" she hums against y/n's lips, continuing to deepen the kiss "my idea of luxury" she continues, Y/n smiles, everything Taylor said seemed so poetic, yet she eloquently spoke it so naturally, she could well have been a walking poem.

Y/n: "you are so beautiful" Y/n says in a state of utter bliss, she moves her kisses gently down to Taylor's neck, then lifts her hand up, kissing the guitar string scars on her hands, then to her wrists, moving further and further up her arms "What do you say we take this off?" She asks, tugging at her top,