Adopted by Taylor Swift

Chapter 7

Taylor pov

i woke up with a massive hangover. last night was fun but it hurts a lot. i stood up and blinked a few times until i could see. i held my head and walked downstairs, to the kitchen.

i got advil and water for myself. i can't believe i got drunk last night. that is the first time i ever got drunk before.

i sat down and i heard footsteps.

"hey," i croaked out in a morning, groggy voice.

sam glared at me and walked to the fridge.

she took out orange juice,  and cereal. she poured her orange juice into a glass and ate her cereal across from me. "so...do you wanna have a girl's day?" i asked, hopefully.

her phone buzzed and she looked at it, smiling. she picked it up, "hey brooke! no, no i'm not doing anything today."

what? did i not just ask her to have a girl's day?

"ooohhh. sounds ill. yeah i'll call hayley...no i called justin this morning, he's at the studio today...okay...yeah, yeah...pick me up in 10...k...bye."

sam hung up and ran upstairs, "sam! sam!" i yelled out but she ignored me.

she came back downstairs in a bright red, tight, short, slutty dress with the sides cut out, her hair straightened, red lipstick on, and makeup. she was wearing high black heels and a black clutch.

she was about to walk out the door, "Wait! where do you think you're going?!" 

"out."

"sam stop! now!" i yelled.

she stopped and turned around, "what do you want taylor."

"why are you ignoring me? and there is no way in hell that i am letting you go out looking like that."

"like what?"

"like a-a slut!"

she got red and her face was boiling.

"you know what! i shouldn't be called the slut! you were the one who was out all night!  drinking! you never drink! and not only did you drink, but you got drunk! and with harry!"

she was in my face,

"sam calm down-"

"NO! you calm down! you know i thought for once that you would be different but you're not! you are just like my mother! i tried to warn you about him changing you but you never listened! i told you that he isn't a good guy! i don't trust him and now look what happened! you! taylor swift, america's sweetheart got drunk! you are just like my mother! and i hate you!" she screamed into my face and ran out the door, slamming it behind her.

i stood there, tears streaming down my face. she said i'm just like her birth mother. i have to choose...sam...or harry? the guy i am falling for? i need to talk to harry.

i called him,

(h-harry t-taylor)

h-ello?

t-harry. can you come over?

h- okay love. is something wrong?

t-no. well yes. i just i really need you right now.

h-okay. see you soon babe. i love you!

t-love you too

i hung up. i smiled and ran to the bathroom to fix my makeup. sam will be fine. she just needs to chill down and defrost for a little bit...i hope...