Loving The Rock star (Lesbian Story)

Getting Our Anger Out

Quick update! I started school again so I won't have much time to update. I'll try to write on weekends but I'm not promising anything. Hopefully, you guys enjoy Tily... Laylor? Why didn't anyone make a proper ship name yet? You guys are flops. Anyway, enjoy and comment and like and message me and just stop being anti social.

(Taylor’s POV)

I inhale the last of my cigarette before flicking it into an ash tray. The calming feeling a smoke always brings me helps with the anxiety. This weekend Lily’s been off on some ski trip with all of her friends. She hasn’t texted or called at all. It upsets me that she hasn’t thought to even send a text to tell me she even made it up there okay. Thankfully, her Instagram has been showing me all the fun she’s been having. They ski during the day and party at night. She deserves this though; lord knows I really put her through a lot. Plus, she’ll be back tomorrow. I can’t be like one of those girlfriends who can’t be away from her partner for even a second. It’s just, after Thanksgiving, things have been going so well between us. There’s no more hostility and Lily truly believes I’m going to get better.

Getting up to go to bed, I check Lily’s Instagram for the last time before seeing her beautiful face tomorrow. It’s always nice to see her and Nick’s pictures. Yeah, Nick actually followed me back. I’m sure Lily had something to do with that. He basically hates me now. I don’t blame him but it still sucks that my girlfriend’s best friend wants me dead.

I go to my search bar to click on the already there icon of my girl and I. It’s one we took on vacation for her birthday. Those were happy times. That’s when I told her I love her. I wish we could rewind to that. Lily’s last few posts were just some scenery of the mountain and a picture of her skis. She’s so boring. Deciding Nick probably has better pictures, I go onto his.

My heart races as I look at the last post he updated twelve minutes ago. It reveals Lily and some girl in a lip lock. I almost drop my phone to the ground. The caption reads, “Drunk Lily never backs down from a dare.” He might as well just texted me the picture; he knew I’d see it. I toss my phone to the side and try to get the mental image of my girlfriend with her tongue down someone else’s throat. Someone that isn’t me. That girl wasn’t even pretty. She had boring brown hair and a big nose. I’m Taylor Momsen for crying out loud, why would she do this to me? My heart aches and tears threaten to spill out. I knew this would happen. She got tired of taking care of me. I’m too much work.

I force myself to walk upstairs and smoke myself dry until I have no cigarettes left and my lungs scream for me to stop. Eventually, I fall asleep with my tears staining the pillow.

“Baby, I’m home!” a voice calls from down the hall. I know it’s my betraying girlfriend. She cheated on me and now she woke me up from my sleep. Could she be any more annoying? She opens the door and as soon as I see her face, I don’t know if I want to punch it or yell at it. Obviously, I won’t do either. She doesn’t even know I know so let’s just see if she wants to tell me on her own. She throws her winter coat to the floor and jumps on my bed. I rest my back to the headboard and look at her with sadness in my eyes. How could she do this to me? She leans over to give me a kiss but backs away at the taste of my mouth. “Yuck, you taste like an ash tray. Please go brush your teeth so I can give you a real kiss.” Funny, I thought her mouth tasted of betrayal.

I adhere to her demands though because let’s be real, no one likes morning breath. After appearing from the bathroom with minty breath, I see her already searching for a movie on Netflix. “Can we have a you movie marathon? I’m in the mood to see you chronologically become more bad ass.” I shrug my shoulders not caring for what she has to say. She can watch the video of my mom birthing me for all I care.