Stay - Taylor Swift

Chapter 30

Taylor was set to leave for the third leg of her tour in Europe in a few days but her schedule until then was clear. The singer woke up with a desire to get out of the apartment she had been longing for weeks to come home to, waiting patiently for Grace to wake up so they could plan something for the day.

She gave it fifteen minutes, and then a half hour and then another five minutes before deciding her girlfriend had gotten enough sleep for the night and gently rubbed the brunette's back, waiting for her to stir. 

"Gracie, wake up," Taylor said sweetly as she drew little circles on Grace's shoulder, receiving sigh from Grace while she rolled over to look at the blonde.

"How long have you been up?" Grace asked, her voice was husky from the deep sleep she had been in barely a minute prior.

Taylor watched as Grace pulled the soft white blanket up to hide her face in it, "Almost an hour."

"You have not been sitting there watching me sleep that whole time?" Grace asked with a laugh, slightly blushing from behind the covers.

"If I say yes I'll sound creepy but I also don't lie to you, so yes," Taylor replied honestly, directing her blue eyes anywhere but where they met Grace's.

"You're creepy but adorable," the brunette gigged, pulling her arm out and reaching for Taylor's hand.

"I was thinking we should go to Rhode Island today, you've never seen the house and the weather is supposed to be nice," Taylor said, leaning in to kiss Grace. Morning breath never seemed to stop the pair before, once again not making a difference.

"I would love to go to Rhode Island with you but I have a phone call to make at noon that I can't miss."

"Can't you just take it in the car? We can have Parker and Joe drive behind us and I can be quiet, I promise," the blonde pleaded, giving Grace puppy dog eyes.

"First of all, you are never quiet," Grace smirked before sighing, "Second of all, I don't think it's a good idea."

It's not a good idea because it's my therapist who I haven't told you about and the only reason it's on the phone this week is because I'm not in London because I'm sitting here with you.

"I take business calls in the car all the time," Taylor frowned, feeling disappointed by her girlfriend's stubbornness.

Fuck I have to tell her.

"Tay- it's uh... actually not a business call. It's my therapist, my therapy appointment," Grace sat up in the bed as she spoke hesitantly, worried to see the singer's reaction.

"Oh, I didn't know. I'm sorry, that's fine, we can do it another time," Taylor said quickly, not having a clue as to how she was supposed to respond to that but feeling guilty for pushing.

"Sorry I didn't tell you, I've been seeing her since before tour. I just didn't know if you'd think I was weird or something," Grace admitted quietly, gulping as watched Taylor sit up as well.

"No it's okay, Grace, really. Is it... helping?"

"Yeah. Her name is Kate and she's been helping me figure out all the stuff with Michael and my past. She's in London so Joe takes me to see her when I'm working there, otherwise she calls me for our sessions. She's made a big difference for me," she was soft with her words, choosing how she wanted to reveal that carefully before saying it.

"Does she know about us?" Taylor inquired with a nod to Grace's statement.

"She knows I have a girlfriend, not any names though. She's sworn to confidentially and would lose her license if she told anyone. Plus, she's almost sixty years old and definitely has better things to do than worry if 'Tayce' is real," Grace smiled as Taylor rolled her eyes at the awful ship name they had been dubbed.