All I've Ever Known

10. Pieces Falling Into Place

"Life with you makes perfect sense."

―Tim McGraw

two weeks later

Two weeks after Taylor had visited me is Nashville, I flew out to LA to film my new music video for my new single. Taylor picked me up at the airport and this time we went straight to my house. He made himself at home while I cooked something to eat.

He wandered into the kitchen and asked, "Hey Taybae, what are you up to tomorrow?"

"Ummm, oh I'm looking for some woods to film my music video, why?" I replied.

"Oh I, uh, just wanted to go to the café with you is all," he mumbled disappointedly.

"Well we can go tomorrow morning," I offered, "I don't have anywhere to do until about 1 o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

He thought for a few moments and nodded his head before wandering back to my den to watch basketball.

The next morning, we drove to the café and sat in our usual booth and ordered what we usually ordered. But today seemed different. Taylor seemed different. No, he seemed nervous as hell. I silently pondered why he was nervous but all I drew was a blank.

We talked aimlessly about our careers and what was going on. He was fidgeting in his seat and I decided to bring up all the weirdness that had been going on lately. The phone call. The way he'd been acting.

"Uh Taylor," I began, "What's wrong? You seem nervous about something."

"Hmm? Oh nothing hun, nothing," he replied.

"Ooookkkaaaaay," I said, unconvinced, "Um there's something I need to bring up. I uh overhead you on the phone when you were at my house, I just, wanted to know what it was about."

Taylor's eyes grew wide and I was immediately nervous and scared about his response.

"Taylor, are you-," I started, trying not to cry.

"Oh god no Taybae, no no I swear," he protested.

I shook my head and started to get up from the booth. I ran through the doors out onto the sidewalk. But Taylor was right behind me. I turned to run from him when he grabbed my arm. I tried pulling away from him, but he held it tight and turned me around to face him. He took my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes.

"Taylor," he said, "I would never cheat on you, hurt you, or leave you. You are the girl of my dreams. That phone call wasn't meant for your ears, but I'll tell you who it was. It was a friend of mine out in LA. I called him to pick up a very special thing for a very special person. You."

Before I knew what was happening, he dropped to one knee, pulled a small box out of his pocket and took a deep breath.

"Taylor Alison Swift, will you marry me?" he asked.

My jaw dropped and before I could even nod my head 'yes', I started crying. He grinned and folded me into his arms. He held me tight while I cried softly into his shoulder.

Finally I pulled away, and excitedly said, "Yes, Taylor, yes yes yes YES!"

He smiled and whispered that he wouldn't have taken 'no' for an answer anyway as he put the ring on my finger. I looked at it for a few seconds. I thought I'd never see that. I thought all love did was break, and burn, and end. But on a Wednesday, at a little café, I watched it begin again.

With that, we walked to his car and drove home. Of course, I had to call my mom right away.

"Mom!" I practically screamed into my phone, "Guess what guess what GUESS WHAT!!!!"

"Taylor! What is it?" she asked, trying to sound alarmed. But I knew she had a feeling of what was going on.

"Taylor proposed to me!!!" I said excitedly. Taylor had his arm around my waist and he squeezed me against his side. I would've been jumping up and down if it weren't for that.

"Really?" my mom asked, trying to contain her excitement, "Oh my god Taylor that's so awesome!!!"

We talked for a little while longer before we hung up.

I called a couple more of my close friends and shared the news. After a good hour of screaming and crying with my girls I collapsed onto the couch beside Taylor. He took me in his arms and leaned in close.

"Do I have you all to myself now?" he whispered into my ear.

"'Fraid not love," I murmured quietly, "I have to go to work you know."

He held me tighter and said, "Only if I let you go!"

I laughed and struggled to be released from his strong grip. He wasn't joking, he wasn't loosening his grip. Not long after, it dawned on me what to do to be released.

I turned around and kissed him full on the lips. The second his hands immediately flew up to my cheeks, I hopped off his lap and stuck my tongue out at him. I scurried off to put my shoes on and grab my purse. I was searching blindly for my keys when Taylor sauntered into the porch. He had his hand in his pocket and a big smirk on his face. I looked at him and pouted. He shook his head and tossed my keys at me. I broke out into a grin as he walked over to me and gave me a kiss.

"Be back soon," he whispered into the top of my head.

"I won't enjoy my afternoon at all without you," I sassed.

He snorted. "Good."

I walked out the door, started my car, and drove off to the hotel Scott Borchetta was staying at. I was thinking about Taylor so much that I never even saw the car barreling through the stoplight on my right side.

A/N: OHHHHHHH CLIFF HANG ER im sorry but in my defense i wrote this at like 11 at night but anyway i was so proud of myself for thinking this one up *sigh* everything was going so well too...oh well now you have to wait for an update im a mean person;)) tell me what you think loves! AND THANK YOU FOR OVER 300 READS THATS INSANE OK BYE