Stay - Taylor Swift

Chapter 65

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March 13, 2017

After sneaking through the backdoor in fear of being spotted by any lingering eyes out front, Grace returned to the penthouse and called out for Taylor. Finding the blonde in the living room she set the to-go bag as well as some new flowers on the coffee table, "I fucked up."

"What'd you do?" Taylor knit her eyebrows together as she looked at Grace who began to sit down next to her.

The brunette pulled the engagement ring from her pocket and gave a weak smile, "Not only did I forget to take this off before leaving, there was half of New York on the sidewalk outside taking pictures and screaming."

"Oh well," Taylor shrugged before leaning forward and looking into the paper-bag, "What's with the flowers?"

"I got the flowers to act as a buffer for when I got a five hour lecture... you're not upset?" Grace asked hesitantly, watching the singer pull out their meals and hand Grace hers.

"What are they going to do? You could be engaged to anyone and just because you were wearing a ring on your ring finger doesn't mean that one, they'll pick up on it and two, that you're even engaged. People wear rings all the time."

Grace put her hand on Taylor's forehead with a confused look, "Are you feeling alright today?"

The older girl rolled her eyes as she picked a french-fry from the styrofoam container and brought it up to her mouth, "It's not going to be a secret forever, I'm fine. Eat your food before it gets cold."

"You want my tomato?" Grace asked as she opened the lid and removed the top bun of her sandwich, pulling the disgusting topping off that she only ever kept on things to give to Taylor.

"Please," Taylor said as she held her container forward so Grace could place it in there, "Thanks for the flowers, Greg didn't do a great job watering the plants while we were gone so they'll brighten things up."

"You're welcome and thank you for coming back here. I needed a change of pace, I love London but-" Grace began to say before Taylor interrupted.

"If we had to sit through another night of Riley and Delilah sucking face on our couch while Charlie yelled at the television you would've gone insane? Me too," Taylor laughed.

"Yes! Why did we ever think inviting them over every other Friday was a good idea? Also, Riley and Delilah, the two biggest flirts in the entire world dating still makes me nauseous."

The blonde shook her head, "I have no idea. I can't wait to see people like Ed and them again, I might ask him to feature on a song I'm working on."

"Oh yeah? Am I allowed to hear this song or is it one of the 'wait until the album' songs?"

"We'll see, what have you heard so far? I can't remember," the singer inquired before taking a bite of her wrap.

Grace paused as she thought about it, "'Dress, King of my Heart, Dancing With Our Hands Tied and New Year's Day' I think."

"Right," Taylor nodded, "I'll play 'Call It What You Want' for you tonight if you get some wine while I grab a guitar."

Mhmm," Grace hummed as she wiped her face with a napkin.

They ate as they watched Olivia travel from couch to couch in attempt to find a comfortable spot, laughing at how the cat settled in the curtains on the floor. A perfect description of why they called her Dibbles, spending fifteen minutes wandering around only to lay of the ground.