DM's || Michael Clifford (Completed)

27. Taylor Swift.

"Ell, I can't just leave again. I've only been back in London 5 minutes.." You argued while pacing back and forth at the bottom of Elliots bed in the hospital. He was trying to persuade you to go, but you just couldn't leave him like this.

"Please you've been here 3 days already, can't you just think about me right now?" He asked which made you scoff.

"Think about you? Thats what i'm doing. Thats why i'm staying, because of you. All that has been on my mind is you!" You told him, trying to make him realise that everything you'd been doing was for him.

"If you were really thinking of me, then you'd go and write a song with Taylor Swift. I want you to have a good life, I want you to do what you want. And I want whats best for you, y/n." He said sternly, but he wasn't thinking about you. What if you didn't want to go?

"You say you want me to do what I want to do,-"

"Don't you dare tell me you don't want to produce music with Taylor fucking Swift. You will never get this opportunity again." He told you, and you knew he was right. You wouldn't get this opportunity again.

"Please, just ring her back." Elliot begged, making you cringe. After a few seconds Elliot started making chicken noises making you scoff. He knew how to wind you up. You pulled out your phone and called Taylor Swift. While it was ringing you turned to Elliot and glared at him, while he smirked.

"I'm not a chicken!" You whisper shouted just before Taylor answered.

"Y/n, how nice to hear from you." She laughed, you smiled a little as your cheeks flushed red.

"Yeah, how are you?" You asked, still not being able to believe that you were on the phone with Taylor Swift.

"I'm great actually, I've just got Ed Sheeran added to the team. He wants you to join us too," she said, so casually, it made you shiver. You didn't answer for a little while because it was like you'd forgotten how to talk.

"Y/n?" She asked, making sure you were still there.

"T-Taylor?" You stuttered. "I'm in."

"You are?" She asked excitedly, making you smile.

"Yeah, although I'm in London, I don't know where you are," you laughed, thinking of the travelling you'd have to do.

"I'm actually in London too, I'm with Ed right now actually.." She laughed making you laugh too, how convenient.

"Well, when do you want to meet?" You asked, excitement pulsing through your body.

"Right now. Oh uh, I mean, are you free right now?" Taylor asked, suddenly sounding serious. You looked at your brother who was still smirking at you.

"Actually, I'm with my bro-" you began but Elliot cut you off.

"No! She's free! She was just leaving." He shouted making you glare at him, again.

"You're free? That's awesome. Okay, so, text me the address of where you are right now and I'll pick you up." She encouraged but you didn't want her to pick you up from the hospital.

"Uh actually, Taylor. I'm at the hospital right now, are you sure you want to pick me up from here?" You asked, when do famous people go to hospitals? Unless they're Ill?

"No, no. That's fine, I'll pick you up in 20, be waiting outside the front." She told you, "bye!" And just like that she had hung up. You bit your lip as you stared at Elliot.

"You won't regret it y/n," Elliot reassured you. And you didn't doubt it at all.

"I know Elliot." You laughed as you walked over to him and kissed his forehead. "I love you," you were going to leave because by the time you had actually found your way out of the hospital Taylor probably would have already been waiting for an eternity.