Livre: One Shots

[40] You'll get better soon

Sorry this is so late. I've had so many meetings and projects today! Enjoy. :)

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Taylor gets sick the week of Valentines.

She can't believe that out of all the days and weeks and months she can get sick. It has to be now. She had been planning so much for this day. It's a shame because she was so excited to do "all sorts of couple things" with Karlie, only to hole herself up in her room, sniffling and coughing and sounding absolutely miserable over the phone.

The only thing Karlie can think to do, despite Taylor's vehement objections, is visit her girlfriend in her time of need.

When Karlie knocks on the door to Taylor's apartment, she tries her best to hide the bouquet of roses and the box of chocolates behind her back as she waits. It's harder than she expects, much harder, and when Taylor opens the door Karlie gives her a signature sunshine filled grin and shoulders her way inside before Taylor can even try to force her back out.

"Karlie, I really, really don't want you to catch this! You'll be so miserable and I can't imagine you getting sick at all, I'll never forgive myself if-"

"Calm down," Karlie soothes, and Taylor looks like she's at a loss before following her into the apartment and plopping down on the couch and grabbing some tissues to sneeze into.

"I can't believe you have to see me like this."

"I don't mind at all, I have vitamins. And guess what else I have?" Karlie is sure Taylor already knows but she perks up anyway, eyes watery but interested, and Karlie presents the bouquet and the chocolates with a wide smile. "Surprise!"

"Oh my God, Karlie," Taylor grins, sniffles, and gets to her feet, taking the bouquet in one arm and the box of chocolate in the other. She buries her face in the bouquet and tries to sniff the roses before giving up and laughing. "They smell great, I'm sure they do."

"Mhm," Karlie hums, walking around to wrap her arms around Taylor's waist, burying her face in the crook of Taylor's neck and lightly kissing her favourite spot, the skin feverish beneath her lips. "Now let's get you to bed."

"But-"

"No buts. You're still sick, remember?"

Taylor sniffles and Karlie can hear the frown in her voice, "I only wish I could forget."

"You'll get better soon," Karlie coos, coaxing Taylor to her bedroom and into bed, resting the bouquet and chocolates on the end table. She pulls a chair over to Taylor's bedside and rests her palm on her forehead. Taylor has a fever. How surprising. "Have you eaten anything?"

"I've eaten so much soup."

"Have you eaten anything today?"

"Uh—" Karlie chuckles and gets to her feet, leaving the room as Taylor weakly objects," Wait, come back. Please. No more soup."

Karlie leans against the door jamb and smiles, something warm and comforting and Taylor relaxes into her bed. Then she says, "Get ready for more soup," and Taylor groans like she has never groaned before.

"You're so dramatic sometimes." Karlie laughs.

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Half an hour later, Karlie attempts to feed Taylor the soup, which earns her a weak hiss. Karlie frowns, just a little, and Taylor sits up and takes the soup, eating it slowly and shooting Karlie these adorable fake glares.

"Thank you," Taylor says when Karlie returns with a glass of orange juice, having washed the empty bowl and insisting juice will help Taylor's throat. "Not just for the soup but, you know, staying with me."

Karlie smiles and offers her the glass, Taylor takes it and drinks about half of it by the time Karlie sits down. "You don't have to thank me. I can't think of anything I'd rather do."

"Really, because I can think of at least ten things I want you to do instead of being stuck here with snot-nosed me."

"I mean," Karlie says, sliding off her chair and onto the bed beside Taylor, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and ignoring Taylor's squeak of protest, "I want to be with my favourite person in the world, whether you're sick or not."

Taylor sniffles, "Even on Valentine's day?"

"Especially on Valentine's day," Karlie grins, kissing the tip of Taylor's nose, which Taylor says is both brave and gross between gulps of orange juice. Karlie rests the empty glass on the end table then coaxes Taylor to lie down, "Now come on, it's time to rest, and don't tell me you've been resting all day because I saw your laptop on the couch and I know it's on."

Taylor laughs, breaks off into a coughing fit then shrugs it off and laughs again. "How do you know me so well?"

"Because you're the Taylor Swift I know and love."

"Yeah." Taylor sinks into her covers and Karlie's arms, hugging her waist after Karlie refuses to leave and kissing her arm then resting her head on her chest. "Well, I love you, too."

Karlie stays up until she hears Taylor's breathing even out as best as it can, little sniffles and coughs starting up every now and then, but Karlie just softy brushes her hair out of her face and waits until they stop.

She falls asleep leaning against the headboard, Taylor's head still on her chest and her arms still around her waist.

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When they wake up the next morning, Taylor beams, feeling confident for the first time that week that she is finally going to get over this cold. Karlie smiles and pecks her cheek, stroking her hair then sneezing into the crook of her elbow.

Taylor shrieks and two hours later they're sitting on the couch watching Law and Order, eating some of Karlie's leftover soup, huddled together under a thick blue blanket and every time Taylor says, "I told you this would happen," Karlie laughs and snuggles into her side.

"I know. I don't care."

Fin.

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