Stay - Taylor Swift

Chapter 51

At this point, Grace had been considering changing her middle name to 'Patience'. She always thought Ann was kind of lame anyways.

She had been nothing but patient with Taylor since the blonde had officially been cancelled in the media. Taylor had been a wreck for days and while she hadn't shut Grace out again, she wasn't exactly the easiest to live with.

It was August and Taylor had barely gotten out of bed that morning, the Cornelia Street apartment that was once a safe haven turning into a place of misery because their penthouse was under construction. Parker had been invited to stay there, Taylor was afraid to go outside and there was no way she was going to stay alone somewhere without security.

"Taylor, eat your breakfast," Grace sighed, not even able to look at her fiancé who sat at the table staring down at the food. She was approaching the end of her rope.

"Not hungry," Taylor grumbled, pushing the pancakes away from her with a look of disgust.

"You said that about dinner," Grace argued, pouring orange juice into a cup and placing it down in front of the woman she loved but was beginning to become annoyed with.

"I wasn't hungry then either," the blonde said dryly. Her eyes cold and her skin pale from lack of sunlight.

Grace threw her hands up in frustration, "Eat the fucking pancakes."

"I'm not hungry, Grace!" Taylor yelled, starting the brunette.

"Fine. You don't want to eat? That's fine. Starve," the younger girl took the plate away and walked over to the trashcan, throwing the whole plate away with the food.

She was really frustrated. She had been supportive, comforting, doting and managing all of Taylor's emails and phone calls for the last two and a half weeks but she was getting sick of it. She knew Taylor was really messed up this time but she couldn't fix it and wanted to see even a glimmer of hope in Taylor's eyes again.

But they were cold.

Grace left the kitchen without another word, going upstairs to the bedroom and getting in the shower. She had formed a routine, crying in the shower so that Taylor couldn't hear her sobs. She had to be the strong one here, Taylor's world was breaking. She couldn't be selfish.

What hurt the most was that they had been through this before, and while Taylor may have told her to put a lock on the liquor cabinet and hide the key, it was almost the same. Taylor had poured herself into music but at the end of the day she usually did something to show Grace she was still there.

A kiss of the cheek, making the pot of coffee and bringing Grace a cup, asking if Grace was alright. She was trying not to break things between them like she had once before, but it didn't hurt any less.

As she dried her faced and applied make-up to cover the dark circles under her eyes, Grace sighed once more. Today would be a long day, she could feel it in her bones.

Last night she snuck out of bed and went to Parker's room, asking the older man what he thought she should do. Parker didn't have any answers for her, he had never seen Taylor look so dead.

That's what she felt inside, Taylor felt dead.

It had been the most miserable two and a half weeks ever. She stayed off her phone, not wanting to know what the world was hating on her for that day. She could see it all on Grace's face though, the grimaces and low sighs the brunette thought Taylor wouldn't hear.

Grace would never tell her what was going on if she didn't ask and she didn't dare to ask. She woke up in the morning to go back to bed that night, not knowing where the time slipped by. She had been barely eating, thinking maybe if she lost weight she would feel better again.