Jaylor Oneshots

I Hope I Never Lose You

A/N: okay so...I definitely owe y'all a long explanation

I really have no excuses as to why I'm not updating that regularly but school has started and there's a lot more going on than I expected. And to make things worse, I've run out of pre-written stuff. So yes, updates are going to be slower but I'll try my best to update as regularly as possible

This probably sucks like all the other fics I've written but OH WELL

Disclaimer: I don't actually know what Cornelia Street looks like and what stores/stuff there are on Cornelia Street because I live nowhere near there and I'm not gonna search it up so yeah this probably won't make sense at all but, hey, it's called fanfiction for a reason 🤷‍♀️

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Taylor's POV

"Hey, babe, I'm going out to get takeaway for dinner from the café nearby, is that okay?" Joe informs me.

"Yeah, but can you please hurry? I'm really hungry," I reply, pouting, temporarily distracted from the television which is playing Friends.

He chuckles, then leaves the house through the front door.

I try to get back to concentrating on watching television, but my thoughts keep going back to Joe. So much for being temporarily distracted.

I know that no one in this world is perfect, but Joe is pretty damn close to that. His eyes depict a perfect cloudless spring sky and his smile is warmer and brighter than the sun, melting my love which was frozen. But of course, his inner beauty matters more than what can be seen on the outside. His kind and sometimes playful personality can, at times, make him seem like a hyperactive 5-year-old and, at other times, make him seem a lot older than 25 years old. He's beautiful both on the inside and the outside, like a mansion with a view.

But then my mind begins to spiral and wander down a darker path.

Maybe this is just one hell of a first impression. After all, we've only just started dating. There are many things that can happen in a relationship that cannot be foreseen in the first few months.

Maybe he's just trying to get close enough to me to get what he wants then leave me.

Maybe he's just leading me on.

Maybe he doesn't really love me.

At this point, I have convinced myself about one thing—I must leave this place.

I turn off the television and run to the bedroom, where I stuff some clothes into a duffel bag as quickly as I can.

I don't even know where I'm going to go.

I just know I have to get out of here now.

As I burst through the front door and walk up to the side of the road, hoping that a taxi will arrive soon, I hear my name being called out, "Taylor?"

I spin and around and my eyes catch sight of a certain tall British blonde running towards me with a takeaway bag in hand. Oh no. Panic rising in me, I follow my first instinct and run as fast as my legs can carry me away from him. However, he is much faster at me and manages to catch up to me in seconds and grabs my arm. I try—and fail—to shake my arm out of his grip while shouting, "Let go of me!" I feel tears welling up in my eyes, but I force them not to fall. I cannot let him see weakness.

After a while, I give up, knowing that my attempts are no match against his impossibly strong grip, but I am far from letting him continue to lead me on.

"Why won't you let go of me?!" I scream, refusing to look in his eyes.

"Because I know something is wrong and I'm not about to stand here and watch you run away from your problems. Now, tell me what's wrong," he isn't yelling, but his voice is firm. He puts a finger under my chin, forcing me to look into those mesmerising eyes of his.

My own eyes betray me as I feel a tear trickle down my cheek. My voice wavers as I answer, "No, because then you'll think I'm overreacting and being overdramatic and getting worked up for no reason then you'll continue leading me on until you turn around and use it against me to get what you really want from this relationship and leave me immediately after and-" I cover my mouth with my hand. Shit, you just told him because of your stupid rambling. Goddammit Taylor, why can't you ever do anything right?

Joe's expression softens as wipes away the stray tears that have escaped from my eyes with the pad of his thumb as he asks, "Is this what you think of me?" Slowly, I nodded. Great, now he's actually going to leave you, good job Taylor.

"Tay, I'm in this relationship with you because I love you, not because I want the fame or the sex or any other external factor. I promise I'm not leading you on and I won't ever use your weaknesses or vulnerabilities against you. I love you with all of my heart and I really hope that will never change."

By now, tears are freely running down my cheeks and a wide smile is plastered onto my face. It is at this moment I know that, even if my whole world comes crashing down right now, I will still have him at my side. It is at this moment I know, even with all the mistakes I've made in the past year or so, I did one thing right. Wrapping my arms tightly around his waist, I whisper into his shirt, "Thank you."

"Love, it's getting pretty late and the food is getting cold, do you wanna go inside and eat dinner?" Joe whispers into my hair.

"Can we go onto the roof? I wanna see the sunset," I mumble. He nods and places a kiss on my head before I unwrap my arms from around him and we make our way to the roof.

Now, we are on the roof, eating takeout food and admiring the sunset. I think back on what happened on the pavement about an hour ago and say to Joe, "I hope I never lose you."

I turn my head to look into those starry eyes that spark up my darkest nights. On his face is that warm and bright smile that I absolutely love, and even though the sky is a deep blue, my world has been painted golden.

～～～

Two years later

With our hands clasped together, we walk down the pavement Cornelia Street and stand in front of the apartment that I rented 2 years ago.

2 years ago, we were just inside, making memories that I will never forget—memories of windows flung right open, wearing Joe's jacket round my shoulders, memorizing the creaks in the floor, packing my bags and leaving Cornelia Street, sitting on rooftops, dancing around barefoot in the kitchen. Memories of sacred new beginnings that became my religion, which are forever tied to this street.

Thanks to Joe, the sweet little memories from this street and this house are now engraved into my brain.

Thanks to Joe, I have pulled myself out of a dark tunnel which I had been living in for almost a year.

Thanks to Joe, I have woken from a 20-year dark night.

Thanks to Joe, I now only see daylight.

As we look up at this building that has a special place in both of our hearts and look back at those memories, I whisper 6 simple words to Joe:

"I hope I never lose you."

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A/N: Yeah I tried to include lyric references because...well this entire chapter is based off of a song so I figured why not include lyrics from other songs (and since she rented a place on Cornelia Street from like late 2016 to early 2017 I kinda thought it would make sense to include rep lyrics too so...) (where are I going with this?)

What did you guys think of Miss Americana? I personally loved it a lot (obviously) and it even made my mom go from a hater to admiring her for writing her own songs and having her own opinions so I ain't complaining 🤷‍♀️

Also I go inactive on Wattpad for a month and this book gets to 6K reads and over 90 votes?? Thank y'all so much for that ily ❤️❤️❤️

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