The Singer's Girl

Chapter 10

CAROLINE'S POV

Taylor was crazy busy on this late October flight to New York. It was a Saturday and her new album would be coming out on Monday, or Sunday at midnight. I sat in the seat next to her trying to fall asleep and trying to stay out of the way.

There had been debate about Taylor having me stay with someone during release week, but I would let her. I threw a fit much similar to the one I threw when she was going to leave me to go to New York two weeks after my dad died, except this time she listened to me.

The last months at school have been good ones. I had my bad days, but compared to the good days I hardly ever had them. Grace's mom was looking better after she got the surgery at the beginning if the year, she still had cancer, but the surgery helped. And now I was failing at sleeping and listening to Taylor talk on the phone with someone who seemed to be important.

When the plane landed we were rushed out and rushed to Taylor's apartment in New York. And once we were inside Taylor rushed to get the place in order (as if it was messy in the first place) before an interviewer came to talk to her. Meanwhile I hid out in Taylor's room, since mine wasn't finished yet.

Even though I had been with Taylor all day I felt like she was in a completely different world. But I'd have to get used to it because this is the way it would be all week. I knew the interviewer had arrived when Taylor started talking downstairs.

•••

Late that night when the interview was over and so were a dozen phone calls, Taylor and I were getting ready for bed.

"Oh my God, I don't think I've ever had a headache this bad." Taylor said. I looked up from where I was sitting on her bed. She was changing into her pajamas for the night, and when I didn't respond she looked up at me.

"We need to get you a room here, don't we?" Taylor said as more of a statement that a question. I just nodded my head and repositioned myself so I was laying down. Although I would usually be okay with sharing a room with Taylor, there were times when I needed my own space. Now wasn't one if those times, I felt like we hadn't interacted all day.

Taylor took a few pain killers before she shut off the light, leaving only the bedside lamp on, and getting into bed next to me.

"Are you okay, Care?" She asked, eyeing me. I was guessing she asked that because I had been pretty quiet all day, but that's only because she was so busy and now I was tired. I nodded to answer her question, but she still propped her self up on her elbow so she could bend down to hug me and kiss me.

"What's wrong?" She asked quietly when she pulled away, looking me in the eye and holding my face in her hands.

"Nothing." I said, which was the truth, but I guess I looked upset. She pushed her eyebrows together like she wasn't convinced, but she turned around to shut off the lamp anyway.

"Come here." I heard her whisper through the darkness, I felt her arms so I moved into them like she wanted me to. Even if I was perfectly fine, at least I got to spend this time with Taylor before tomorrow comes and she has to forget about me again.

•••

Surprise Homecomings was not the best TV show for me to watch. Yet when I woke up on Sunday morning and Taylor was in the shower it was so tempting to go to netflix and binge watch several episodes.

Surprise Homecomings was an entire show dedicated to videos of soldiers coming home unexpectedly and surprising their family members. And I had an unhealthy obsession with this show. Even though it made me bawl like a baby I watched 4 episodes that morning.

I wasn't necessarily crying because I was sad, but I certainly wasn't crying because I was happy either. This show made me feel some weird inbetween emotion that I didn't know what to make of. I was happy seeing the other people happy, and I remember the joy when my dad used to come home and surprise me. But I was sad because I knew it would never happen again, and not because he was home for good, because he was gone for good.

It'd been over a year since I'd seen my dad. A year and three months to be exact, and he's been dead for about 6 months. It felt like way less than 6 months, seems like yesterday I was bawling into Taylor's chest because I'd heard the news. But even through my sadness time progressed.

When Taylor got out of the shower I was on my third episode of Surprise Homecomings. I was right in the middle of a sniffle when she towards me and saw a crocodile tear fall down me face. She made a confused face an looked toward the TV, just as she did the little girl on the screen cried 'daddy' and jumped into her dad's arms. This made me whimper as my lips curled outward.

"Why do you do this to yourself if it makes you so sad?" Taylor asked.

"I'm not really sad." I said, wiping my nose and thinking of my emotional state.

"You look pretty sad." She said and leaned over the bed to give me a quick kiss.

"Hey I gotta go, I'll be back for lunch and then your coming with me so be ready." She said and then she was gone. I didn't really know where she was going, and I didn't really know where she was taking me after lunch, but I was to engrossed in my show to try and find out.

I watched one more episode and then thought that at least I would get to be with Taylor later. I had no idea what we'd be doing, surely something to do with her new album releasing tonight, but I'd be with her, so it'd be better than yesterday.