Taylor Swift Imagines

Falling apart.

You stared at the digital clock on the television for the tenth time in the last five minutes.

1:58 AM.

Also six hours and fifty eight minutes later than when your date was supposed to start. It didn't seem like it would any time soon, though.

Scratch that, you knew it wouldn't. It was too late. The dinner had gone cold only thirty minutes past the time set, the candles were blown and all the excitement you had had turned into tears by the time two hours had passed.

Taylor missed the date.

Again.

It was the third time in a row, and even if you loved her more than life itself, you weren't sure if you could keep putting up with that.

It wasn't just because of the missed dates, no.

Perhaps you could say that those were superficial, and if you were kind enough maybe two of the misses could be justified, but there was more than that.
You understood that Taylor had a busy life and huge career, and you loved how much she loved and worked for it. It was her dream, and you were one of her biggest supporters along with her parents, but she could not longer draw a line between it and her daily life.

Well, her career was her daily life at that point. The point still stands.

Again, you knew that her career was one of the most important things in her life and you also knew what it came with when you first started dating her. You were fine with it, of course you were.

And it's part of the reason why you felt so guilty now for resenting her for not being at home, also part of the reason why you kept making up excuses to justify her absences... and the lack of quality time... and the lack of love you were feeling.

You were too tired to make more excuses, your will for it had faded just like you thought her love for you did. Because, indirectly, every single one was like a stab to your heart. And you knew that just one more was going to be what it took for it to bleed out.

So there you were, laying on bed with the clothes you had been too exhausted to change out from and your makeup that had yet to be removed. You probably wouldn't take it off, you didn't feel like doing it.

The room was cold, and so was the bed. It felt too big for you to use alone, and gone were the days were you'd peacefully rest against the warmth radiating from a certain blue-eyed blonde. You couldn't remember the last time she hugged you until you fell asleep, and that hurt your soul deeply.

You were just in the dark clutching a pillow that held her scent, wondering if it was time.

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It was 3:08 AM when you heard the door of the room open and then felt the mattress dip behind you.

You didn't turn around, only closed your eyes pretended you were long asleep.

An arm was carefully thrown over your waist, a warm body pushing against your back and soft kiss left over your temple.

It made you want to cry.

No matter how much you had missed that, it didn't feel the same anymore.

Taylor fell asleep soon after that, but you were sure you only got two hours of rest around 6 AM.

The next morning during breakfast you'd get to know that she had been at the recording studio working on Reputation, the latest and soon to see the light album, and completely lost the track of time.