Stay - Taylor Swift

Chapter 11

In between the many stolen kisses and wide smiles shared between the two women as they cleaned up the mess they made of the New York kitchen, there was hesitation, doubt, worry and panic.

The kitchen was finally clean but both girls were still a mess, Taylor told Grace to have the first shower because she should probably return some of the calls and messages she missed. Grace forced herself to go upstairs while Taylor pulled out her laptop and finally charged her phone.

There were many missed calls, texts and unread emails awaiting for her, it was a tad daunting to the blonde but it was her own fault she let them pile up.

The first person she called was her mom, telling her she was just sick and sleeping a lot. Taylor didn't want to tell her the truth, as it would just worry her mother even more. Andrea was grateful her daughter had finally called but still lectured the adult on how she needs to stay in contact with everyone, regardless of if Parker was around or not.

"Yes, mom," Taylor said, trying not to touch her hair to avoid spreading egg everywhere. Her bangs were slightly in her eyes but she was adamant on not dealing with them just yet.

There was a pause on Taylor's end as Andrea inquired about if Grace had come over or not. Taylor gulped, holding back information she would have shared with her mom if it wasn't Grace. If it was a guy.

"Yeah, she's here. She's just on the phone with a client," Taylor lied, taking the phone off speaker as she heard footsteps approaching living room where Taylor was standing as to not get any of the furniture dirty.

"Okay good," Andrea replied, "I'll let you go now, honey. Call your publicist, please."

Taylor agreed and said goodbye, seeing Grace walk into the room with one of Taylor's long t-shirts on and a pair of white shorts. Grace smiled as she plopped down onto the couch, sinking in because of all of padding the cushion had.

When Taylor set her phone down on the table in front of where Grace was sitting, she wanted to kiss her. She leaned in for it, only to be pushed away by Grace who smirked at the blonde.

"You're dirty. Go shower and call Tree, then we'll see," her response made Taylor pout, returning to her standing position. She scanned over Grace's body once more, enjoying the sight she was looking at.

"I like my clothes on you," Taylor smiled, starting to walk out of the room and go upstairs.

"Good! You're not getting them back," Grace laughed as she watched Taylor leave, resulting in an eye roll.

Grace hated waiting, fiddling with her hands to kill time. She quickly grew impatient, going to pick her own phone up from the kitchen before returning to the living area.

She opened her phone and dialled Tree, noticing the text asking for her to call the publicist when able to.

"Hey Tree," Grace said into the phone. She held it close to her ear, resting one elbow on the arm of the couch and staring at Olivia who was sulking across the room.

"Hey, you find our girl?" Tree asked, she sounded like she was moving papers around or shuffling through files because there was a lot of background noise.

"Yeah, she's okay. She's going to call you after she gets out of the shower."

"Okay good, thanks Grace. Talk soon," Tree answered, quickly hanging up. That was the normal extent of their conversations, a quick question before an even faster hang-up. Grace was then again waiting, expecting Taylor to take even longer to shower this time than last as she had to scrub baking materials out of her hair.

I wonder if the egg in her hair will cook in the warm water?

She made herself busy, scrolling through Instagram and texting Karlie to let her know Taylor was just sick, the story they had decided while cleaning because it was clear to both of them that this would not be thing known by anyone except them.