wrong Address, Gone Right. ~ Taylor Swift ff

Chapter 15 - In Which You Follow Taylor And Camila's Morning

It's been a few days. Camila woke up at 2am that night. She was admitted to leave that afternoon and we took the plane to Nashville then.

We've been in Nashville for two days now.

We've been holding off on telling the fans, but we are planning on doing it today.

I check the clock. 10am. I should wake her up.

She's in a room, just across the hall from mine.

I walk inside, when Becky Told me, I started on this project that is her room (( a/n: photo above/on the side, depends what your reading this on.)) because I figured, even if I was denied as full time, I would be with her by the law 2 nights a week, so better give her
A nice room.

I surprised her with it when she got here. She loves it. Good money spent, Swift.

I sneak into her room, trying to be quiet, and slightly Shake her. "Babe, time to get up." I whisper. She didn't move at all.

"Sweetie, wake up." Nothing.
"Honey, I need you to get up." Guess what?! Nothing.
"Baby girl, pleaseeeee wake up!" I yell.

"How horrible mother am I, I can't even wake up my own daughter!" I cry into my hands, and then remembered something.

I was stalking her tumblr the other day - I'm a tumblr-obsessed-20-something-singing-mother okay, don't judge.

Anyways, while I was on her tumblr, she made a text post and it said that the best way to wake her up is to hear this song of mine.

I smirk to myself and run out of her room and grab my Guitar.

CAMILA'S POV

"Don't you dare look out your window, darling, everything's on fire, the war outside keeps raging on.." I hear a soft voice sing as I awake. "Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's Gone, Gone."

I open my eyes finally, and see Taylor singing the song softly with her Taylor acoustic guitar. My favorite song, safe & sound.

I didn't wanna interrupt her performance, it was hella flawless so I pretended to still be half Asleep or something.

"Ooh, oooh, woah oh, oooh, oooh, oh oh, oooh, oooh, oh oh." She finishes the song, still her focus on the guitar, as she picks though the stings once more, softly.

I sit up, smiling, with bed-hair, the total package. "Good morning mom." I say once she was done.

"Good morning, love," She kissed my forehead. "Now get up, get ready, and meet me in the recording room in 40 minutes." She commands, but Nicely, I can't explain it, just I feel like she could never be very demanding or rude like that, with her soft voice nature.

You probably think it's odd that I gotten used to calling Taylor mom after only less then a week, but I don't know, it comes naturally and it makes Taylor really happy when I say it.

Speaking of, Taylor is too generous I can't even, she spent thousands of dollars on my room to surprise me. I'm so grateful, but she didn't need to spend all that money on me, me - the most worthless of them all.

I don't deserve it at all, not in the slightest. It's my freaking dream room come to life, but I don't deserve to have that.

"Okay." I reply and she waves as she leaves the room.

I go into my bathroom - that is inside my bedroom like, Taylor - my own private bathroom? I think, 'YASSSSSSSSS!'

' perfect to purge when Taylor makes you eat.' My anorexia voice says.