Taylorde - Oneshots

Alone

It was one of those days where I felt...sad.

Today was a sad day. Taylor had been gone for a week to be a judge in some talent show that I didn't care about. She'd be back in a seven more days. But it had felt like she'd been gone for months.

The hours creeped past, each one seeming like ten, each second painfully slow. She hadn't even been able to answer the phone that much, let alone text me.

My company for the week had been Meredith and Olivia, neither of which could pay attention to a conversation.

It was midday and I had slipped and fallen on the kitchen floor. Had I gotten up? No. Meredith had found her way over to me and sat herself down on my stomach, purring happily. "So now you give me some attention?"

She purrs louder as if she were answering me smugly. Olivia pounces on my hair and tangles herself up, biting the ends aggressively.

"Stop, that hurts!", I groan. Stiffly sitting myself up on my elbows I push Mer aside and stand up.

It's so quiet. Then the phone rings.

I rush into the hallway and yank it from the wall. "Hello?!"

"Hey, Ella. It's Laura"

I puff out my cheeks disappointedly. "Oh. Hi"

"Wonderful to hear you, too. Listen, I need help moving my wardrobe and I know Taylor's not home. So could you give me a hand?"

"You hate me. Why don't you ask David from downstairs?"

"David? Ew! No thanks. I don't want an obese, fifty year old perv with zero hygiene and the stench of cheese on his clothes in my house"

I almost laugh and then remember that you don't laugh at your enemies jokes. "Fine. I'll be up in a sec"

"Awesome". She hangs up and I find my shoes.

"I'm moving a wardrobe today, Olivia. Isn't that utterly fascinating?". Olivia licks at her stomach. "I know, right?", I reply to myself.

Taking my keys and locking the door behind me, I make my way to Lauras penthouse upstairs. There were four of us: her at the very top floor, me and Tay in the second, David on the first floor, and another couple named Sierra and Patrick who owned three kids and a newborn on the third.

I knock on Lauras door. "That was quick", she says as she opens it. "Come on, this things heavy"

She leads me into her penthouse. Its deliriously modern. Everywhere seems flat and sharp and colourful. She has a lime green sofa in the living room and teal curtains in the kitchen. Bright orange table mats and matching stools stand by a late window.

"The wardrobe's upstairs", she says motioning me towards them. We go into her bedroom. It's walls are red, the curtains are red, the bed sheets are red. Red. Laura walks over to a large wooden wardrobe with no doors.

"What happened to the-"

"Oh, they fell off their hinges. Old things. This was my grandmothers. I'll just put some nice curtains up to replace them. Come over here, I want to move it into that corner", she says and pints to her chosen spot. I walk over to the other side and we start to push. It's incredibly heavy.

"This weighs a ton!", I pant.

"It's out from the wall now. Maybe I can push the wardrobe from the back and you can pull the front forward"

"That sounds dangerous"

"Just try! I've been meaning to get this done for weeks"

I give in and stand in front of it, grabbing the sides. Laura pushes the front. It seems to work at first but then disaster, which I was expecting to happen sooner or later, strikes. The wardrobe leans forward and I duck. I'm enveloped in darkness.