Stay One Shots - Taylor Swift

Time

This one was heavily inspired by the song "Time" by NF. I have linked it if you want to have a listen to it.

This takes place just shortly after Taylor and Grace finally gave each other their engagement rings, so just before Winter of 2016.

Taylor is mad about something Grace said in therapy.

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"I don't think it's working anymore," Taylor huffed as she slammed the door of their bedroom just minutes after Kate, their therapist, had pulled out of the driveway.

"I know you don't," Grace snapped back, just barely lifting her face out of the pillow so she could speak. She had stormed upstairs as Taylor went to walk Kate out, flipped face first onto the bed and screamed into her pillow to muffle the noises.

"She doesn't understand everything I've gone through, I'm going through!"

Grace rolled over on to her back, now on Taylor's side of the bed, "I try to, Taylor. I try so hard but you know I can't help you like she can; I'm not a therapist, I can love you and talk to you all you want but at the end of the day, you and I both know you need to keep seeing her."

Taylor ran her hands through her hair, "I'm just so frustrated, I'm stressed out and she doesn't help with all her stupid fucking questions."

"She asks you questions because you don't talk otherwise!" Grace refuted, "What would you rather do? Sit there for an hour in complete silence and have a staring contest?"

"I'm only going to therapy for you! Okay? I hate it, I hate it so much," Taylor yelled, sliding down the wall to the floor with her knees to her chest.

"Then stop going!" Grace replied as she got off the bed, "You make me nervous sometimes because I can tell when you're going to hit a fucking breaking point and I'm going to lose you to a bottle of whiskey and a piano for god knows how long. You're so difficult sometimes!"

Grace left the room, going down the hallway to what Taylor assumed was the guest room and slamming the door behind her. It was only a couple minutes before the door opened and she returned.

"I know we don't leave in an argument but I have a meeting I can't miss so we can fight later. Maybe by then you'll have figured out why you keep trying to push me away."

With that, she turned and left, still in her work clothes from earlier because she knew she'd have to return shortly after their session. Taylor couldn't even respond before her fiancé was gone.

When Grace returned four hours later, it was still silent and tense between them. She changed into sweatpants and a pullover and went downstairs to find Taylor sitting on the couch with a glass in her hand.

Orange juice, not whiskey, thankfully.

"Are you still all pissed off because I agreed with her and not you?" Grace asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the doorway. Taylor hated being wrong.

Taylor didn't turn towards the brunette, her back still pressed against the couch parallel to the wall Grace was slumped against, "Yup."

"Awesome," Grace chuckled dryly, "So what are we going to do tonight? Are you in a silent and passive aggressive mood or a yelling one?"

"Would you fuck off?"

Grace laughed and nodded, hiding how hurt she was by what Taylor just said, "You know what? Happily."

She grabbed the engagement ring off her finger and marched over to Taylor, setting it on the arm of the couch before grabbing her phone and going upstairs. She probably could have left if it wasn't her house.