Match Maker | T. Swift x OC

Chapitre Un

The blonde willed herself to talk, "Where's-" She cut herself off when Mallory rose her hand.

"I still can't stand hearing your voice," Mallory said, sitting in the love chair so Taylor couldn't sit next to her if she decided to sit.

She did.

Taylor sat awkwardly at the end of the sofa, "You want to sit in silence?"

Mallory hummed before sighing, "I suppose I can bare to stand you for a few minutes." Taylor sniffled and Mallory almost felt bad. "Why, Taylor?"

"I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did what I did. I was drunk and mad at myself and so incredibly selfish. I'm so, so sorry," The blonde rushed out.

"No, no, I know that," Mallory shook her head, "Why were you mad at me? Did I do something wrong? I have spent so long trying to figure it out, but nothing makes sense anymore."

The blonde shook her head rapidly, fingers tightening around the jacket in her hands, "You didn't do anything wrong, Mallory. I was just-"

"Stupid? Idiotic, foolish, a cunt?" Mallory listed off, smirking as Taylor nodded in agreement, "You can leave the jacket on the sofa, don't let the door hit you on the way out."

Taylor furrowed her eyebrows as Mallory stood and walked over to the kitchen. If she left the jacket, she wouldn't have any of Mallory anymore.

"Can I keep it?"

Mallory spun around at the audacity of the blonde, watching as she flinched under her glare. She gave a bitter chuckle, "Give me my jacket and get the hell out of my house, Taylor."

The blonde clenched her jaw shut, "Why do you even care? You had to know I've had it for the better half of this year and you only just asked for it back because I was wearing it?" She asked incredulously, "You're so petty, it's actually hilarious."

"Yeah," Mallory nodded, taking the jacket, "But I'd rather be petty than a cheater."

The blonde deflated at her words, "I'm sorry, Mallory. What more do you want from me?"

"I want you to feel the same pain I felt," Mallory said, "I don't care if it was a drunken peck on the lips or a sober make out session, it happened and it shouldn't have and for a split second you had the nerve to blame me. Then Tree and everyone but yourself. You kissed Karlie, not the other way 'round. You ignored me, not the other way 'round. You humiliated me in public, not the other way around. You ruined my reputation," Mallory watched at Taylor flinched at that, "Not the other way around. You, Taylor, are the only person at fault here. So stop trying to convince yourself otherwise."

"I'm sorry," Taylor repeated shakily, not taking her eyes off of Mallory.

"I know," The brunette whispered. She had accepted that a long time ago, "But that doesn't mean it hurt any less. Now please leave and don't ever come back."

The singer nodded with a gulp and left Mallory's house, blinking back her tears. Mallory waited until she heard the car pull out of the driveway before cursing loudly and smacking the marble countertop. She felt bad, but Taylor didn't deserve her sympathy.

But now all she could think about was Taylor and her stupid, expensive perfume and her stupid, pretty face. Her stupid legs and-

Mallory groaned, throwing her head back, ears turning pink. She waddled up to her bedroom and shimmied out of her shorts, throwing herself onto her the bed. This was bad, she couldn't just-

Why was she acting like a hormonal teenage boy that just saw his young, hot, female teacher for the first time?

Willing herself to gain control of the heat in between her thighs, Mallory sat up and rubbed her cheek. She looked over at her phone that laid on the floor by her shorts and bit her lip. This would inevitably add to the list of things she'd regret in the morning.

The brunette found herself underneath the blonde not long after, bucking her hips up to meet Natalie's hand that moved in and out of her with such vigor, Mallory found it hard to breathe.

Mallory's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she looked up at the ceiling, panting out breathy, choked moans, as Nat kissed her neck, making as many hickeys as possible.

Mallory moaned out a name and the person on top of her faltered ever so slightly before fucking her with a new speed that made the brunette quiver.

When the runner came down from her third high, Natalie carefully pulled out and retreated to the bathroom. She came back in with a bowl of warm water and a flannel and sat at the end of the bed.

"Lili was right," Natalie mumbled as she began cleaning Mallory's lower region, "We can't keep doing this. I will fall in love with you again and you're still in love with Taylor."

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Mallory groaned, wincing.

"Sorry," Nat apologised, "They keep on saying that because it's true. You hate her and you're extremely mad at her, but you're still in love with her. She is your epic love story."

"You were my epic love story," Mallory argued, looking up at the actress.

"I was," Natalie nodded, "But Taylor is." The actress sighed, "Mallory, you will always love Taylor, so? Whether you like it or not. Go suck it up and talk to her."

"Why do all of my epic love stories have to end in tragedy?" The brunette sniffled, ignoring the second part.

Natalie didn't answer and left Mallory on the bed, going to get her a bottle of water, "Sorry for being so aggressive."

"I liked it," Mallory whispered, "Stay the night?"

Natalie gave a sympathetic smile, "Willow's waiting for me."

The brunette sighed and nodded, curling into herself, "Bye."

"Bye, Lory," Natalie kissed her forehead, "Don't sleep too long, it's only 3 in the afternoon."

"You're not my mum," Mallory shooed her away. The blonde chuckled and left the house.

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Welcome to Act Two 🙈🫣

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