We Come Back Every Time

Author's Note: Here we are again, another story in a space of a week woahza! Originally I was going to make this more than one chapter but since I'm only just getting back into the writing game I figured let's not make it too difficult for ourselves. 'Cause of this, I'm sorry if the start is very in depth and the rest feels kinda rushed. I originally didn't mean to go that deep and detailed to the start but it just happened. Anyway this starts of in the 1989 era and moves into the Reputation era with mentions of Calvin/Adam, Tom and Joe. I really really hope you enjoy this. The idea was one I originally had back in 2015 for a one shot that was going to turn smutty but like I said, it's been a while. A smutty one may be coming up next before I take One Night can Change Everything. Anyway, you know the drill. Comment, vote, like etc. It really inspires me to write more when I know people are reading and enjoying my stuff. This is also the longest fic I've written in a LONG while.

August 2016

Taylor scrolled through Instagram looking at fan posts while the car drove down the busy streets of London. They pulled up to a red light, at the same time receiving a text from Adam that read " Goodnight beautiful." She smiled, not responding to the message.

The car began to move again, taking her the remaining distance to the hotel that Adam was currently staying in. He was in town for some festival and Taylor was sad she couldn't join him originally. With some work by her team, they were able to shift things around so she could surprise him on a last-minute flight to London.

The pop-star wore a trench coat and a pair of heels with a black lace dress underneath. She managed to get changed on the jet before stepping into the awaiting car. Pulling up to the Ritz-Carlton, she grabbed the Louis Vuitton duffle bag and made her way to the reception desk collecting the key that her team had already called ahead for. Taylor made her way up to the 14 th floor, excited and eager to surprise her boyfriend, little did she know that she was the one in for a bigger surprise.

After a good 5-minute walk from the elevator doors, she inserted the white key waiting for a click and its accompanying flashing green light. Taylor quietly opened the door, hoping not to wake Adam just yet but was surprised to see the main light on in the room. Gently closing the door behind her, she walked further into the room to reveal a sight she never hoped to see.

"Adam!?" she asked in shock and surprise.

There, on the bed was her boyfriend of just over a year on his back with brunette's legs wrapped around him, naked.

"Taylor?" he said in complete surprise, trying to remove the girl who was bouncing on top of him.

"What the fuck Adam?!" Taylor's voice was getting louder. "I loved you! How could you do this to me?" she asked while tears were running down her face.

"T I'm sorry," he said while trying to grab his underwear. "I never meant to..."

Taylor scoffed, tears still flowing, "Never meant to what? Get caught!?" She shook her head.

The brunette began to move from her position on the bed, reaching for her clothes.

"No, don't. You stay. I'll leave," Taylor said, wiping the tears off her face with the back of her hand.

Picking up her bag, she took one last look at Adam. Shaking her head again she spoke, "And after all that, I told you. How I felt, what I've gone through. For you to do this to me. I can't believe you would stoop this low. If you wanted me out of your life, you could've just said it."

Walking to the door, she didn't look back. She didn't want Adam to have the satisfaction of seeing her cry even more or how her heart was now broken into two. Slamming the door behind her, Taylor made her way to the elevator with her head held high.