Stay One Shots - Taylor Swift

The Unspoken Night

Should you want a little more context into the feelings of this one, it takes place between Chapter 11 and 12. If you reread those, this will probably be a lot better but it's really not necessary.

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Between the day Taylor and Grace confronted their feelings and decided they couldn't do it after that day, and officially deciding to actually try dating, there was one night and morning that they didn't dare speak of.

Grace always thought Taylor didn't remember and Taylor was too embarrassed to bring it up. Neither of them spoke of this day until they were married, and it became a funny story after quite a long time of secrecy.

It was January 30th, 2015, less then two months from the day they started dating and Taylor was drunk. She couldn't remember how she got so drunk, she didn't even remember coming home and opening the bottle.

It was a Friday night, she had rehearsals all day and had come home in a terrible mood. It was only a few weeks after the day she and Grace spent stealing kisses and realizing they couldn't be together and Taylor had been taking it extremely hard.

At some point around ten that night, Taylor had called Grace. It was one of those 'don't drunk text your ex' moments, yet they weren't even exes.

"Hello?" Grace asked, picking up her phone hesitantly as she saw Taylor's name flash across the screen. That name always gave her a little anxiety because they weren't really on good terms.

"Hey," Taylor dragged out the word, "How are ya?"

"You sound very intoxicated this evening," Grace sighed, "What's going on, Taylor?"

"I need you to come to my house."

Grace rolled her eyes, "Why do I need to come to your apartment?"

"Uhm— I don't remember but I think I might drink this one too," Taylor was standing in front of her liquor cabinet holding a random bottle of unopened alcohol.

She dropped it, shattering all over the floor at her bare feet. It startled her and she screamed, causing Grace to ask if she was all right.

"Now there is glass! Dancing with glass, it's just sharp rain."

"Taylor," Grace groaned, "Do not step on the glass. Where is Parker?"

"Parker is off this weekend. Just my buddy in the lobby is here."

"Okay, shit, Taylor. I'm coming over to help you get to bed, I want you to carefully step over the glass and go sit on the couch. Do not move until I get to your apartment, alright?"

"Okay, cutie."

Grace hung up and left her studio apartment in her sweatpants, just putting her coat and hat on to go see Taylor.

She taxied over and walked to the front door, knocking on it because she could see Taylor's bodyguard by the elevator.

"Fans are not permitted in the building!" The man said sternly as he approached the door, intent on shooing Grace.

Grace pulled her hat back and replied, "Greg! It's Grace Kent. Taylor just called me super drunk and asked me to come over because she's breaking stuff. You can escort me up if you need to."

"Oh, Miss Kent," Greg popped the door open after unlocking it, "My apologies. Taylor told me she was expecting a visitor, I assumed it would be a new male suitor. Nice to see you."

"Nice to see you, Greg. I have a key."

Grace thought it was ridiculous that Greg thought Taylor was basically scheduling a dick appointment.