Stay - Taylor Swift

Chapter 5

In a penthouse on Franklin Street, two friends laid in a king sized bed. The blonde, rested her head on a pillow and had the blanket pulled up around the right side of her face. Grace wasn't on a pillow, instead her head laid on Taylor's chest and her arm was flung around Taylor. They would have appeared to be super comfortable to anyone who didn't understand the circumstances of the night before. 

Neither girl had seemed to notice while they were sleeping that they had accidentally began to cuddle at some point in the night. Even after their awkward kiss and fight, they eventually fell asleep. Taylor began to stir in her sleep, gently moving just enough to wake Grace up.

Grace opened her eyes, not recognizing the surroundings. Her head was pounding and her mouth was dry. What the heck happened last night? Where am I?

It wasn't until she heard a groan from Taylor that she realized she had been laying on the girl, and with that meant she was at Taylor's place. 

Grace quickly moved off, before Taylor spoke up, "Wait- what time is it?"

"I don't know," Grace replied as Taylor, seemingly panicked looked for her phone. When she found it on the floor next to the bed, where she didn't remember leaving, it she checked the time.

"Crap, crap, crap," Taylor began as Grace looked at her confused. 

"What?" The brunette questioned as she watched her friend jump out of the bed and run into the bathroom.

"It's almost ten. My parents and publicist as supposed to be here in a minute, and I'm running super late. I'm screwed, Tree was already mad at me for being late last week, and after last night with the paps... She's gonna kill me, dude," Taylor rambled on a she threw her hair into a messy ponytail and washed her face, Grace could see her through the doorway as it was across from the bed.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know what time it was, I would have woke you if I knew," Grace said, Taylor shook her head at her as she forced some toothpaste onto the purple toothbrush.

"Not your fault," Taylor grumbled with her mouth full. Grace was unsure of what to do, not remembering a thing from last night, although she vaguely remembers taking a glass of something she didn't recognize.

When Taylor finished, she threw a toothbrush at Grace on the bed, still in the package, "You can borrow some of my clothes, help yourself in the closet, Tylenol in one of these drawers. Just come downstairs when you're ready, I hope they're not here yet."

"Okay, and uh-" Grace paused, "Thanks for letting me stay here, but how did I get here?"

"We're gonna talk about that later, trust me," Taylor didn't smile, which worried Grace. She shrugged it off as Taylor's panic and went to get ready in the bathroom as her friend changed in the closet. She could hear Taylor quickly leave the room and then the thumping of her feet on the stairs before the room went quiet. 

After making herself looking somewhat presentable, Grace went downstairs, still feeling like she had been run over. The Tylenol she found had begun to kick in, but hadn't completely done it's job. She went into the kitchen, but didn't see anyone so she proceeded to go into the dining room. When she went in she found Tree, Taylor and Taylor's parents.

"Oh there you are, good," Tree said. Grace was slightly confused but sat down at the table because Tree motioned her too.

"Hi?" Grace hesitantly said as she looked at the people in front of her. Taylor, who was beside her squeezed her hand as if to say it was okay, a gesture she didn't expect to come from her friend. 

"I'm Tree, Taylor's publicist," Tree introduced. Grace was well aware of who the redhead was but smiled and shook her hand, followed by introductions from Scott and Andrea.