till forever falls apart | Taylor Swift

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real life

August woke up in the Manhattan penthouse to some shuffling next to her. She blinked her eyes open, frowning as the bright sunlight blinded her.

Taylor was lying on her side, reaching over to the bedside table where her phone was currently buzzing incessantly.

"Tell whoever that is to fuck off," August grumbled, turning to face the other side, pulling the blanket over her face.

Taylor let out a sleepy chuckle, adjusting her position so her bare chest was covered under the blankets as she held the phone up to her ear.

"Morning, Tree. August says fuck off," Taylor said, her voice heavy and raspy with sleep. August flipped around immediately, her hand falling against Taylor's arm with a painful smack. "ow!"

August admitted it. Tree sometimes frightened her.

Taylor was laughing though, her chuckles interrupted by a tired yawn. "Tree says you're fucked."

"Mhm, thoroughly so," August mumbled, earning a small gasp from Taylor. She smiled to herself, remembering just what they were doing the previous night after their little date at that Italian restaurant.

Taylor reached over, poking August's side only for her to grab the blonde's arm and pull her toward her. Taylor grinned, draping her arm over August's waist as she spooned her, their legs automatically tangling up.

Taylor rested her chin over August's shoulder as the younger girl entwined their fingers together. "What's up, Tree?" she asked her publicist who was still on the phone, her words slightly slurred, having just woken up.

Taylor dropped her phone onto the mattress and put the call on speakerphone, finally able to use both hands to embrace August close.

"How drunk were you two last night?" Tree asked, sounding exasperated.

"Ah, that explains the headache," August responded with a little sheepish grin.

"I would have blamed it on this phone call," Taylor said, making August snort.

"Are you still drunk?" Tree huffed, clearly already tired of their shit.

"Nope, just very sleepy, so if you could just tell me what you need so we can go back to sleep—"

"You were making out in the middle of Grove street last night," Tree told them outright.

August had never sat up faster her entire life. She cleared her throat, turning to look at Taylor nervously for a moment.

"Right... that happened," she mumbled, running her hand over her face, just remembering how Greg had to awkwardly clear his throat, urging them to get back into the car. They had found it very funny then.

"It's August's fault," Taylor threw her girlfriend under the bus.

"What the fuck? How? You kissed me!" August shot back, taking full offence.

"You looked really hot!" Taylor exclaimed. "I couldn't help it!"

August blinked at her in disbelief before actually laughing. "You're such an idiot, oh my god."