Two Girls, One Heart.

Death by Swift

  "Well, well, well look who we have here! Y/N! Is that you?" I swallowed hard. I knew that deceitful little mouse voice anywhere. My ultimate regret in life. One of the worst exes anyone could have...Taylor Swift. And I know there are probably a million thoughts going through people's head when they find out we were a thing. Like; Um...why? Or; the fuck? She's not even gay... Taylor and I got together mostly for the press to be completely honest with you. I had just blown up a year prior and was on the cover of every music magazine. I was known as the world's best A-list producer. I didn't really have a heavy management set for me like I do now. So when Taylor approached me at a music awards show and said she thought it would be good for both of us if we became an item.... I agreed. Two months it lasted. And it was the most awkward two months of my life. Many people still wonder why I stay out of the spotlight now, and she's the biggest reason. She got so much credit to her name by dating me. Not to mention she even gained more supporters from the LGBTQ community. And that's just a whole bunch of bullshit there in itself. We slept together once and it was okay on my end... apparently it was the best for her but I also got the vibe she was lying. Like she always does. When I finally called it off , everything turned into a real shit show. Of course she wrote a new breakup song after and for a while our breakup was everywhere. I can truly say I've never hated my life more until I was with her. Even more so after we broke up. But like anything the talking died down and I've been laying low ever since. But she's a sneaky snake and knows a lot about my current life. Like the fact that I'm dating Ashley.
   I pull myself back into reality and turn around slowly, facing the she devil.
"Oh. Hi Taylor." I say in a low voice.
"Hiiii hun. So good to see you! And you too Rickey!" Taylor gleamed in a fake ass tone. Rickey just turn on his stomach again and put his face in the sand. "And who do we have here Y/N? Is that...oh my! Lauren Jauregui from fifth harmony?" That last question really put me in a bad place. I had briefly heard about some drama between Camila and the rest of 5H before she left that supposedly had to do with Taylor. But like I said before I'm not about the drama life.
"Yes. Yes it is." I stood my ground trying not to say anything else. I turn my head slightly and Lauren is giving Taylor a death glare. I feel like this is the end to me. My death certificate would say: Death by Taylor Swift.
"Oh and what are you guys doing out here on a fine summer day? I see you're laying pretty close to each other an-"
"Its none of your business." Lauren cuts her off sharply. I look over to Rickey hoping he'd try to defuse the situation but his head is now under his towel in the sand. Fucking asshole.
"Well...that may be true but um...hey Y/N where's-"
"Where's what? Huh? Just stop acting petty Taylor. All of your annoying ass questions. If..." I think hard about my next sentence. "If you must know, because I can tell you're going to ask anyways, yes. Lauren is my girlfriend." I say with slight hesitation in my voice. Lauren looks over at me and cocks her head. I know what she's probably thinking since I told her I wanted to keep this on the low, and I just told one of the biggest loud mouths I know but I knew Taylor was going to ask about Ashley. I direct my attention back at Taylor who is wearing a slightly confused face. I give her the look. A look she knew all too well from me. The, please stop talking before you blow shit out of proration, look.
Taylor's expression then changes to a slight smirk. "Oooh. How lovely. You guys are so cute together!" Taylor squeals. God I can't fucking stand her.
"Thanks." Lauren quickly adds.
"You're so welcome hun. By the way, I was going to invite a few friends over tonight for dinner at my beach house, but it's been sooo long Y/N! And Lauren I know you used to be good friends with Camila, just like I am now."  I can tell Lauren was about to explode with anger when she said that. But of course Taylor continues. "So how about Yooou, Lauren, and even Rickey over there, come over and have dinner with me instead!" I give Taylor a death glare at her offer. Rickey still has his fucking head in the ground, and Lauren is clenching her fist so hard I swear she's about to draw blood.
"Taylor actually we-" I look at her face and she's raising an eyebrow at me. Fuck. I need to be careful not to piss her off. "We'd love to." I say lowly.
"What?" Lauren barely whispered to me.
"Oh perfect! Come by my place around 7. Y/N I think I still have your number so I'll text you the addy. Can't wait to see you all." Taylor says waving goodbye and swaying her hips back up the other end of the beach.
"What. The FUCK. Was that Y/N?" Lauren growls. Rickey finally lifts his headass out of the sand.
"Lauren don't blame Y/N for that. Taylor and her dated a while ago." Rickey finally defends me.
"Yeah...I remember seeing some of the shit about that all over the internet. Why would you even date her Y/N?" Lauren asks in an annoyed tone. I sigh before answering.
"I get that question every time it's brought up. I don't have a real reason other than I was naive. The whole fame thing was new to me. I had no idea what I was doing. Dating her almost ended my career when it had just started." I hung my head lowly.
"Aw...baby I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get upset with you I just...really don't like her for a number of reasons."
"Yeah no one does." Rickey added.
"But Y/N if all that's true...why say yes to dinner? Like I really don't think that's a good idea." I perk my head up at Lauren's question. I had no idea what to say. Luckily Rickey chimes in again.
"Taylor is a snake Lo. You should know that. The smallest things set her off and make her ruin careers."
"Yeah...that makes sense." Lauren says now agreeing. Phew. I mean Rickey didn't really lie, she will ruin my career. Lauren just doesn't know how...and that it involves her.
"Look Laur, Im sorry we have to waste our first night here with Taylor but I'll make it up to you somehow okay?"
"Don't worry about it Y/N. It's not your fault. But if she hits on you at all at dinner, I'm calling her ass out." Lauren says now standing up to collect our belongings and head back. Oh dear lord this will be intense.