Taylorde - Oneshots

Tunnels

A/N Let's rewind a few years from my current fic to when Ella was 17 and Tay was 24. Here's the unpublished chapter, "Tunnels" from Two Weeks Of Blue. It didn't fit anywhere and seemed a bit out of place from the story. It was much too short for a chapter and I didn't want to just leave it as a draft forever.

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"Have you always been this good at baking?", I ask.

Taylor brushes some flour from my nose and dusts me down. This only makes more flour from her hands stick to my apron.

"I've just really liked baking. I get better with and learn from everything I try. You've got frosting on your face"

"Oh-"

"I'll get it!"

She gently tilts my chin sideways and slides her tongue across my cheek. "Mmm".

"It's the cake you're meant to be tasting, not me"

"You taste better than cake, Ella", Taylor says, her eyes quickly darting downwards. I blush and turn away as I realise what she's referring to.

"Dirty girl", I mutter.

"What was that?"

"Oh nothing. Let's clean this place up"

Taylor takes a towel and smacks at my hip. "Ow!", I exclaim, smiling in shock. Taylor swings the towel around my waist like a lasso and pulls me in. "I am dirty, aren't I?", she grins.

"Deliciously"

There's a knock at the door. But it opens itself anyway. Tom walks in looking frantic.

"Thanks for knocking", I say.

"It's important!", he cries.

"You still need to be polite when entering someone else's hou-"

"It's Mozart!"

"What about him?!", I ask, worried about my beloved dog. Taylor is eager to know what's wrong too, leaning forward on hearing his name.

"He fell down this hole thing that someone dug. He can't get out, come on!"

Tom rushes out and Taylor quickly puts a cover on our cake before I drag her out the door, our aprons still on. Tom hops on his bike and starts pedalling, looking back every now and then to make sure we were following him.

"When did you find him?", I pant as I run behind him.

"Like twenty minutes ago! The guys and me have been trying to lift him out but we've no idea how deep that thing is. I haven't a clue how it was dug that far"

"Maybe they hit a well", Taylor says.

"Idiots", Tom grumbles.

We arrive at our destination. It's a park. A park that we'd usually have music sessions and camping trips in. My friends gather at the end of it around a large tree. There's a distraught barking echoing from they area they look down at. We rush up to them.

"How's he doing?", Tom asks, breathless.

"Still barking", Gavin says.

"Thanks, Captain Obvious", Sarah groans.

I push past them and peer into the abyss. It's pitch black. A small square of a thing.

"Mozi?", I call. His barking stops. There's a little whining noise and then his yapping starts again. There seems to be water down there. Splashing noises can be heard as the dog jumps around in panic.