✧ * 𝐒 𝐚 𝐟 𝐞 𝐚 𝐧 𝐝 𝐒 𝐨 𝐮 𝐧 𝐝 *✧

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

"Taylor?" I ask softly.

"Yes?" I think for about what Im going to say, 

"Can you please sing to me? You don't have to, I mean, never mind, don't. I'm sorry I woke you up. I shouldn't have, I just..." I stumbled over my words. But before I could finish my jumbled sentence, she silenced me, pressing her soft, warm lips against the tip of my nose. Time seemed to stand still in that moment. I felt an overwhelming sense of understanding and comfort wash over me.

"Shh, calm down baby. I can sing for you," she says to me, her sweet voice filled with reassurance. The words of 'Safe and Sound' gently escape her lips. With each verse, a sense of peace envelops me, slowly lulling me into a deep and restful slumber.

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Taylors POV:

Beep Beep Beep Fuck! My alarms blares out. I quickly grab my phone off the nightstand and shut     It off. Rains mom is coming at 9:45, It's currently 8:10. I should wake her up now so that she is awake for the rest of the time we have together. Soon enough, she is going to be pulled out of my arms and back into her own life. The life that she sobbed into about. The life that she ran away from. The life that she refuses to talk about. The life that gives her anxiety. The life that makes her feel like everything is her fault and nobody will ever love her. She has never felt comforted by anyone before, she gets surprised when I ask to braid her hair, because nobody has ever cared for her that much. I feel like I need to make up for all the time in her life that she was in pain and had nobody there fore her. I look down at her, feeling a wave of overwhelming tenderness wash over me as I gaze at her calm expression, peacefully asleep in my protective embrace. The gentle rise and fall of her chest against me, it warms my heart to see one delicate arm delicately draped over my stomach. It's as if, even in her slumber, she clings to me as if I could vanish from her life at any moment.

Moved by a deep sense of affection, I run my fingers through her beautifully disheveled hair, taking gentle care to untangle any knots that may have formed during her rest. Seeing her so at peace in my arms,  compare to the restless hours she was panicking in the at three am. In a display of unspoken adoration, I lean in and plant a feather-light kiss upon her head.

"Rain, honey, it's time to wake up," I whisper softly, my voice laced with a hint of urgency, yet carefully tempered to not disturb her slumber. Though there is no initial response, I remain patient, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her delicate ear, silently coaxing her back to consciousness. Slowly, her eyes begin to flutter open, exploring the room with a drowsy curiosity. I watch with bated breath as her gaze eventually finds mine, a gleam of recognition sparking within her dark brown eyes. In response, her lips curve into a small, tired smile - a sight that fills me with an overwhelming sense of joy and contentment. I continue softly running my hands through her messy bed-head. 

"Good morning, my love," I couldn't help but notice that it's already 8:13, and her mom is due to arrive at 9:45. Wondering how we should pass the time until then, I turn to her and ask. She shrugs and settles back against my chest, finding comfort in our embrace. At that moment, an idea pops in my mind. "How about we stay cuddled here in bed a little longer," I suggest, "and then we can both get up and have breakfast?" she slowly nods in agreement, her head gently swaying up and down. I immediately feel content, wrapping my arms even tighter around her.

Lost in our little world, she calls out my name softly, breaking the silence. "Taylor?" she says, seeking my attention.

"Yes?" I respond.

"When I packed my bag to sleepover at Harper's house, I only packed my dance clothes, assuming she would have my pajamas. Do you think it would be possible for me to change into them before I leave?"

I look into her eyes and reassurance floods through me. "Of course," I reply with a warm smile.

Sensing her need for more physical contact, she moves her body, adjusting herself so that she is now on top of me, her head nestled comfortably into the crook of my neck and her arms securely wrapped around me. I place one of my hands under her shirt, lightly scratching her back, while the other hand finds its place on her lower back.

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Rains pov:

Some time passes and it's currently 8:45, and I find myself contemplating what will happen next. My mom is supposed to arrive in an hour, but I can't help but wonder if this will be the last time I ever speak to Taylor. After all, she is a full-time pop star and I'm just a broken girl. However, I can't ignore the fact that Taylor has shown me so much love and affection throughout the night.

Feeling a mix of uncertainty and curiosity, I gather the courage to ask Taylor the burning question that's been in my thoughts. "Taylor?" I speak up, my voice slightly trembling.

In response, Taylor turns her attention towards me, her eyes meeting mine. "Yes, Rain?" she responds, her voice filled with warmth.

A moment of silence passes between us as I try to articulate my fears. "What happens when I leave? Will I never see you again?" The weight of those words hangs heavily in the air, and I can't help but anxiously await Taylor's response.

Taylor lets out a deep sigh, a mixture of sympathy and fondness in her gesture as she rests her head gently on mine. "No way, buddy," she reassures me, her tone filled with sincerity. "I'm going to give you my phone number. You can text and call me whenever you want, and I promise I will always respond. We will definitely see each other again."

Relief washes over me as Taylor's words sink in. However, as the reality of my responsibilities settles back into my thoughts, a question arises me. "Do you have any ideas of when we can see each other again?" I ask, genuinely curious yet aware of my own schedule.

Taking a moment to consider the possibilities, I think about the upcoming events in my life. One particular class comes to mind, a parents' dance class where they come to watch and participate with us. Although I initially was going to skipping it, given the fact that my mom could care less and never shows up. She never bothers to make time in her shedule to come.

"I have this parents' dance class thingy," I explain with hesitation, "where parents come to watch my dance class and then participate at the end. I could probably skip that. It's not like my mom would make time for it anyway."

Taylor's eyes sparkle with excitement and encouragement. "No, don't skip that!" she exclaims eagerly. "It sounds like so much fun!"

Allowing a sigh to escape my lips, I can't help but let the reality of my situation sink in. "But, Taylor, my mom won't be there," I say with a hint of sadness, lowering my gaze to the cream colored duvet.

With empathy in her voice, Taylor offers. "Can I go?" she suggests. her genuine concern shining through her words.

The possibility of sharing this experience with Taylor fills me with a sense of hope and joy. With a smile forming on my face, I respond, "Yes, Taylor, that would be amazing. I would love for you to come."

Little do I know, this decision will mark the beginning of a friendship that will extend far beyond that dance class.

Im about to Kms I wrote so much and fucking Wattpad deleted It-