Kaylor Family One-Shots

Bad Day

Taylor's P.O.V

'Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god...' I state to myself as I look at the ring in the box one more time. "Taylor, god are you ready I've got to go..." Karlie states from the bedroom as I quickly snap the box shut and stuff it into my jacket pocket and I only just manage it before Karlie walks into the bathroom without any knocking or anything, although based on the fact that we've been together for almost five years now. "Geez Karlie, did you have to walk in on me, I could have been doing anything." I state as her mouth drops open and she grins at me.
"Well I can't say that you doing something in the bathroom in secret is something I wouldn't want to see..." She states with a wink and a grin but it doesn't stop me from saying,
"Well it is still manners to knock." I state brushing past her as Karlie turns and says,
"Well I'm late so we've got to go now. I hate being late." Karlie states making me turn and watch her stomp out of our bedroom like there's absolutely nothing wrong but I know that she's either in a bad mood or simply having a bad day. "Fine, I guess we will go then." I state as we leave the apartment.

Less than ten minutes after dropping Karlie off at NYU I'm headed to the studio to make a new track with Jack but on the way I decide to stop off and grab a coffee. While sitting there I grab a napkin and start to jot down several ideas on where I can propose. I start to list them down; Big Sur in California, a romantic dinner on the roof of the building, on a beautiful stroll around New York. "Okay Ryan can you take me to Jack now?" I question as Ryan nods and tells me that he will wait and then take me home after, I nod and tell him that I also need to shop for groceries to which he nods at as I disappear out of the car and into Jack and Lena's shared apartment. Within two hours I'm back and Ryan is waiting and after a quick stop for groceries I'm ready for home because I know that Karlie will be back home soon and I really don't want her to be any more mad than she was this morning, she's been in weird mood for the last few days but I've always assumed that it was because of her classes and having everything due right now while she has lots of things going on at school and lots of job opportunities.

Karlie's P.O.V

My week has turned from horrible to completely terrible as things have gotten busier at school and with countless essays being due for coding and the other mandatory classes that I've had to take which includes my worst subject which is literacy and one of my favourite subjects which is math. I love math because it goes hand in hand with coding and because coding is the future and will take major leaps forward in the next few years it's so helpful and I love it so much. I walk into the foyer of the apartment building in which Taylor's apartment is situated, and yes I still call it Taylor's because it's completely hers and I still keep mine and it's currently rented out by Cara and her partner St. Vincent whenever they are in the city which is very often at the moment and I'm considering offering it to them but I guess I have to talk to Taylor, because if that happens then I'll need somewhere to stay. As I walk past security and into the apartment I breathe in a sigh at the familiar smell of Taylor's cooking, tonight it smells like tomato pasta and hopefully it's pesto as well. "Taylor," I call out but I don't hear anything. I step into the living room and see Taylor sitting on the couch, her guitar in her lap and headphones on so I know not to bother her. Stepping back into the kitchen I see a plate on the island and I know it's for me. Taking it I reheat it in the microwave and as it reheats I head upstairs and drop my handbag and book bag. As I look around the room I smile but as my gaze goes around the room I spot a box on the draws.

Moving closer to the draws the box seems to be small and bright blue meaning only one thing, this is Tiffany's jewelry and no one else's. 'What the hell,' I question myself as I take the box into my hands and sit on the edge of the bed. I hear in the distance the microwave beeping to indicate that my dinner is reheated but I don't care as I'm more interested in the box in my hands. Taking a deep breath I open the box out of curiosity and as it opens and reveals a beautiful princess cut engagement ring I gasp. "Karlie! What are you doing!" Taylor squeals from the door and rushes towards me dropping her guitar as she comes and sweeps the box out of my hands, but my relaxed hands do not put up a fight and I give it up easily while my mouth drops open. "Taylor, what is this?" I question gesturing to the box that she snaps shut. "Well what the hell does it look like Karlie, it's a bloody engagement ring and it was supposed to be a surprise." Taylor states as she looks at me.
"Oh well, I didn't mean to..." I protest as Taylor sits it back on the dresser where it was not even five minutes ago. "I'm really sorry Taylor," I state as she looks at me.
"I know Karlie, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I had this whole elaborate thing thought out and I was so excited to tell you about it." I nod as she explains and as we sit there we begin to discuss things, we talk about my apartment and we both decide that I should move in permanently so that way I don't need my apartment anymore and I think it's a great idea. We end the night talking about the ring and I say to her, "let's leave the ring, I'm aware of it but be honest I don't think that we are completely ready for that yet. Let's try this whole living together thing first, huh?" I question as she nods. As we lie back on the bed I remember about the horrible way I spoke to her and I say, "I'm really sorry for the way I acted today and you didn't deserve it." I state as she nods,
"It's okay baby, I didn't have to speak the way I did either it's not your fault." We sit there together on the bed before we move downstairs and bake some cookies for desert. The day is long forgotten as we bake our worries away. I'm content with how things have worked out and later that night as we crawl into bed it hits me that this is now my home and will always be my home as long as Taylor's with me.

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