Match Maker | T. Swift x OC

Chapitre Un

"Goodbye, Taylor," The blonde could hear the eye roll in Mallory's voice. The call ended and Taylor groaned loudly, scaring Dibbles, and threw her head back against her pillow.

The singer forced herself out of bed and showered. She was under an hour away from Mallory, she could literally just drive up. What's the worst that could happen? Taylor swore loudly, thinking of all the things Mallory could say instead of no- there were so many.

She left the bathroom and put on some clothes, walking down to the kitchen and fixed herself a bowl of cereal. Unfortunately, Taylor just found herself staring at it, not being able to will herself to eat.

"Stupid, fucking- ugh!" Taylor groaned, dropping the cereal into the bin and collapsing back onto her seat.

Seven months.

Seven months of trying to get Mallory's attention and the one time she does, she fucks it up instantly.

"Lili, it's a fucking gun, and you're a professional, it can't be that hard for you to use on me," Mallory rolled her eyes, "I thought we agreed to do it this way?"

"We did," Lili nodded, looking at the tattoo gun in horror, "Are you sure you want me to do it?"

"I'm not letting a stranger permanently mark my under boob," The brunette deadpanned, taking off her shirt.

Lilith's mouth dried up and she dropped the tattoo gun, making her jump, "You can't just-" She willed herself to look away from Mallory's bare chest, "Strip in front of me!"

"Why not?" Mallory asked.

"You are horny all of the damn time, I'm not fucking you!" Lilith yelled out, "If you want to go have the best sex of your life, go hate-fuck Taylor until the both of you can't walk. Or go call Natalie because that's happening again for some reason. There's always the option of another threesome, because you love those, go to a club and pick up the first conventionally attractive woman you see and fuck her in an alleyway."

Mallory furrowed her eyebrows at her friend's outburst, "I don't get it. Do you want to fuck me or not?"

Lilith groaned loudly, "Get out of my house."

The brunette chuckled, "I'm joking, fucking stab me a millions times with your gun now please."

Lili sighed and picked up the gun, sterilising it again. She cleaned the area of skin underneath Mallory's boob, before perking up again, "You're not gonna, like, regret this tomorrow and blame me, right?"

"Lilith."

"Okay, okay," The older brunette sighed and turned it on, beginning to mark Mallory's skin.

The runner say still and looked up at the ceiling. She'd been tattooed enough times to know that the worst part was the sound of the gun and just relaxed. She wouldn't say anything to Lilith, but she was definitely going to regret this in the morning.

The design was done within half an hour and Mallory was out of Lilith's house another twenty minutes later. Mallory pulled out her bicycle and began riding back to her house.

The brunette groaned loudly at the highly suspicious black car with tinted windows and thought about turning and cycling away. But then the door opened and Mallory groaned even louder to let Taylor know that she was not pleased at all.

The blonde fiddled with the blue jacket anxiously as Mallory pulled her bike past her, dropping it haphazardly in the garden and walked to the door. She followed after her when Mallory said nothing, but left the door open.

The house had changed a lot in the seven months, most notably, Mallory had taken down all photos of them together and had thrown out Taylor's favourite cushions. It ached Taylor to see that she had gotten rid of anything and everything that hinted at their six months together.