You Belong To Me (Kaylor)

41.

Taylor woke up in Karlie's arm after an intimate night in the treehouse. She saw that the model was still sound asleep. She leaned close to Karlie's face and began stroking her hair.

The models eyes slowly opened, "AHHHH, shit Taylor. You scared me half to death. Do you always stare at me that close?"

The singer started laughing as her cheeks turned red. "You just looked so peaceful. I just wanted to take in every bit of your face."

Karlie couldn't get mad, there were plenty of times that she did the same thing...she just never got caught. The model began to smile as she grabbed her girlfriend, giving her a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Karlie, when do you have to go back to work?"

"Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"Are you kidding me. I'm about ready to kidnap you and keep you in my closet," the singer said as she squeezed her girlfriend.

"Taylor, I spent enough time in the closet, I'm not going back in."

They both started cracking up before Karlie answered the original question. "I'm actually supposed to go back to work today, I had a four day shoot in NY, but I managed to get out of it. So, I'm all yours for the next four days."

"Were they mad? Did they threaten to drop you? I mean, how did you get out of it? I don't want you to risk your job just for me." Taylor seemed worried. She knows it was always Karlie's dream to be a model and she just doesn't want her to potentially lose that because of her.

"Listen, it's no big deal. I told them I was having problems at home that needed to be sorted out. Tayyyylorrr, don't give me that look. I didn't lie. You are my home and we were having problems. I could have gone back but I didn't want to. I missed you."

"Karlie, I love the fact that you love me so much and I want to spend every waking hour with you too but I don't want you to risk your career. That's all I'm saying."

The model hopped out of bed and walked to the window. "Taylor, what do you want from me? Why are you trying to pick a fight?"

"I AM NOT!" Taylor said, clearly annoyed at the implication.

"BUT YOU ARE. LOOK AT US? Why are we yelling at each other. I'm here. I flew to NY from Brazil, then to St. Louis just a few hours later. To then piss my whole family off BECAUSE I MISSED YOU. I ruined my mom's birthday dinner because I got drunk, BECAUSE I MISSED YOU. I climbed a mountain to clear my head, only to leave with even more fucked up thoughts, BECAUSE I MISSED YOU. I got scolded by my mom, had to go out to lunch to apologize to my sisters, then go back home to bake with my mother. Then I flew to NY, BECAUSE I MISSED YOU. To then be told that you were in Nashville. I went home, took a shower, headed to the airport and flew out on the next flight, BECAUSE I MISSED YOU. I had my contract adjusted, to be able to spend time with you more, BECAUSE I MISSED YOU. I didn't take you out to dinner, to a fancy restaurant for our six month anniversary because I wanted you all to myself, BECAUSE I MISSED YOU. I cancelled a four day shoot, just to be here with you, BECAUSE I MISSED YOU. All of this took place in the last 72 hours. Do you see the pattern? It's YOU YOU YOU.
I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUU."

Taylor had watched Karlie pace back and forth, waving her arms around, while giving her the breakdown of what her last three days has been like. The singer began to cry, not because she was sad. She cried because of the unselfish sacrifice that Karlie made for her. No one ever cared or loved her enough to give so much of themselves to make her a priority. But Karlie did.

"Taylor, please don't cry. We've cried enough over the last three days. Baby, I'm here because I want to be. I can go and wait tables, I don't care. As long as I have you, it doesn't matter what I do in life."