"Kaylor. I like that." ( Fanfiction ) UNFINISHED

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(A/N: So much fluff.)

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Oh, all my friends are turning green,
You're the magician's assistant in their dreams...

The song just wouldn't leave her alone and she knew perfectly well why. She had heard it playing in the background when she was on the phone with a certain supermodel, the night before.
Taylor Swift was sitting at her piano playing said song for the third time that day when the doorbell finally rang. 

"Took her long enough," huffed the singer.
She pushed herself off the bench, covered the keys and closed the journal she had filled with parts of two different songs before walking out of the music room. 

The seasons were in transition and it showed in the New York air. The slightly summery breeze was flowing in through Taylor's large, penthouse windows as she strode across her expansive living room towards the front door.
She ignored the flip flops her stomach was doing at the thought of the person on the other side.
Shut it, she thought. The songwriter smoothed the creases on her black button down shirt caused by sitting at the piano for over two hours; nervously.

Before the bell could chime again, Taylor had yanked back the door to be greeted by a bright pair of green eyes that she had come to admire a bit too much. 

"Hey!!" Karlie's smooth voice sounded excited. As was Taylor's when she replied, gesturing the taller girl to come in.
"You're late!" she whined, putting out her arms for a hug she'd been unknowingly waiting all day for.

"I am," confirmed the model, biting her lip guiltily before embracing the shorter girl with enthusiasm.

"Are we still on?" Taylor asked softly in her ear as she took in the staple scent of Karlie's citrusy hair.
"Yep. I can't wait for you to meet her! And the others too, of course," Kloss almost squealed, reluctantly parting when she felt Taylor giggle against her.

"Me too," the singer stated in a much more calm tone, her smile never fading as she walked towards her cardigan kept on her sofa, along with her handbag and phone.

"Come on, I'm driving."

"What? Aren't you drinking?" Taylor questioned the model as she locked up her apartment and waved at her security team standing at the opposite door. They looked grim to see their client going out somewhere without their protection but they had been constantly reassured by Taylor and Karlie that it was a harmless dinner party that was going to be somewhere paparazzi had no idea about.

Ignoring their concerned yet cutting glares, Taylor walked towards the elevator doors that the model was holding open. "No. I'm going to be dealing with alcohol in a day or two anyway."

Taylor knew what she meant. She was going to be there after all.
In three days, the both of them would be attending the biggest fashion event of the year together: The Met Gala. The thought made her stomach flip once more. The singer chalked it up to plain nervousness as she thought of the dress she had tried on the day before and the production that was required to pull off the night. It'll be perfect, just relax.

The night was setting in quickly when the two tall women walked into the garage where Karlie's gleaming silver, Mercedes CLA  was parked temporarily. The security team had seen to this particularly. Sam was waiting near the car, leaning against the front door with a look that clearly stated his disagreement with the situation.

"Why can't we go with you again?" The brown haired man tried, squinting at the singer who was flashing him a sly smile.

"Because."
The man wouldn't budge until Taylor finally gave him a sincere reply.