Taylor Swift Imagines

You don't like Camila

You were standing in front of Taylor at her living room. You two had been arguing over Camila in the past twenty minutes. You really though she was a bad influence on your girlfriend.

"I think she only friends with you because she wants more fame than she already has" you shrugged, trying to calm your nerves down a little.

"Oh my god, you really just said that?" Taylor laughed sarcastically, and rolled her eyes.

"Tay, I just want to protect you" you looked down at your shoes because you didn't feel comfortable looking at her at that moment. 

"I don't want to be protected from my best friend. She loves me. She was always there for me. She was there for me when you weren't."

"Excuse me?" you asked surprised.

"You heard me! You have been so caught up in your job that you didn't even realize how much I need you. But thank god, Camila was there."

She hurt you. She deeply hurt your feelings with that statement. 

"Are you blind or what? How can you not see it, for god's sake!? It's so obvious, Taylor. All she wants is fame. And you..." you couldn't finish your sentence because Taylor snapped at you.

You were scared for a moment. She never raised her voice when she was talking to you. She was always calm.

"Stop it, (Y/N)! She's my best friend and I'm not gonna end my friendship because you don't like her."

You were at the edge of crying but you knew that you have to stay strong. You can't cry in front of her. Not now, not in a situation like this. You bit your tongue and took a deep breath.

"I want the old Taylor back. The Taylor you used to be before you met Camila" you said quietly.

"There's no old Taylor, jesus. I'm the exact same. Like it or not, I'm gonna be friends with Camila. And if you can't accept it, I think you should leave" she pointed at her apartment's door.

"You're everything but not the same. That Taylor I fell in love with would've never said something like this to me, ever. And she would've never kicked me out of her home" you walked to the door and turned around. "Don't say I didn't warn you" and with that you left her there all alone.

A few days have passed by and you haven't heard from Taylor. She haven't called you, she haven't texted you, she haven't came to your house to check on your well being. You really wanted to text her, but you couldn't. You were hurt. She hurt you big time and as stubborn as you were, you just couldn't convince yourself to contact her.

It was Saturday, you woke up around 10 in the morning. The first thing you did was to check your phone. You secretly hoped that you got a text from Taylor overnight but nothing.

Nothing from Taylor.

But you had hundreds of notifications on Twitter and Instagram. You immediately tapped on one of them. It was all about an interview.

"So, Camila. Is it true that Taylor's girlfriend, (Y/N) dosen't like you?" the interviewer asked the Cuban girl.

"It's true, yes. But I don't really care, to be honest. I don't even know why Taylor is with her. I mean, she could do so much better than (Y/N). She's just so... ew."

"Well, that's really not nice. But as long as Taylor's happy with her, you have to take it. That's something best friends do, isn't it?"

"What best friends? Taylor is definitely not my best friend. Not even close." Camila laughed."

It was sad to see this. Not because Camila roasted you, you didn't give a single damn about it. But you were right. She just used Taylor to get more attention.

You sighed and got up, went to brush your teeth and took a quick shower. You got dressed and you headed to Taylor's apartment. The drive to her house wasn't that long, it only took you 15 minutes to get there.

You stood in front of her door and you tried to collect your words in your head. You rang the bell and waited for her to open the door. And after a few seconds, she did.

She clearly was surprised to saw you there. Her eyes were puffy and red like she was crying in the last couple of days. You didn't say a word you just pulled her in a hug. You kissed her forehead and caressed her face with your thumb.

"I'm so stupid" she whispered to you.

"You're not, Taylor. She manipulated you and you trusted her. It can happen to everyone."

"But you warned me and I didn't believe you. I'm such a bad girlfriend. I'm so sorry, (Y/N)." she started crying again.

"Hey, it's okay, it's all good. I'm not mad at you. I'd probably have done the same."

"I had no right to talk to you the way I did and I know, I hurt you. Trust me, that bothers me the most. I hurt the most important girl in my life because of Camila Cabello."

"You're a moron, that's a fact and yes, you did hurt me. But I get it. I know it wasn't your intention."

"Can you forgive me? I promise I'll be the Taylor you fell in love with just please, forgive me."

You let out a chuckle and kissed her. You couldn't tell how much you missed her lips on yours. The kiss was passionate and magical. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach again. Taylor ran her fingers through your hair when she pulled away.

"I love you and you are the Taylor I fell in love with. And of course I forgive you."

"I love you so much. And just to be clear, I'm the luckiest girl in this world to call you mine. You are more than enough, and I don't know what I did to deserve you. Camila's not right, you're the best for me, always remember that" you smiled at Taylor's words and pulled her in another kiss.

Everything was so perfect again and you couldn't be happier about the fact that Camila isn't in her life anymore.

(A/N: I'm taking requests, loves, so feel free to message me or leave a comment here ‹3)