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The waiting is always a hard part for you. Most days you feel it’s one of the small prices you have to pay to be dating one of the most desired pop stars in the world, and then it doesn’t bother you. After all, your girlfriend has a very devoted fanbase, and you know her fans are like a second family to her. So, that’s why when you asked her to spend the night after a recording session for one of her rerecordings, you conveniently forgot to mention that you had a fever of 102.3. You knew that if you told her, she would have been stressing the whole session, and texting you the whole time, and just being distracted in general. As hard as it was, you knew you had to wait.
Of course, you were going to make it clear that the second she walked in the door, cuddle time starts.
“Hi, honey!” Taylor exclaimed once she walked in the apartment, quickly shutting the door so none of the creepy paparazzi could catch us kissing. “Oh, sweetie. You look…”
“Like hell.” You laughed, coughing a bit towards the end.
“Yes, but…” Taylor thought for a second. “In a cute way?”
“Always the charmer.” You grinned until the coughing started again. Within a moment you were practically doubled over.
“Oh, my poor girl.” Taylor cooed, walking closer to you so she could do circles on your back while you hacked. “Come on, we’re getting you to bed.”
Taylor wrapped her arms around you and led you to your bedroom. One of your cats, Jasper, followed behind the two of you. Once you got there, Taylor helped you get into bed and covered you up. She then gently kissed your forehead.
“Hun, you’re burning up.” Taylor fussed. “Do you have a thermometer?”
“I took my temperature a few hours ago, it’s 102 something.” You muttered without thinking. You quickly realized you fucked up when Taylor’s eyes widened.
“You’re telling me you’ve known you’ve had a temperature for a few hours and didn’t text me?” Taylor gasped.
“You were recording.” I explained.
“I don’t care, you should know you come first by now.” Taylor insisted, getting in bed next to you. “You poor thing…”
“I was fine, and you shouldn’t get too close, I do not want to get Taylor Fucking Swift sick.” You chuckled, which was followed by hacking.
Taylor gave you a fierce look that you are very familiar with. “If Taylor Fucking Swift wants to take care of her adorable sick girlfriend, Taylor Fucking Swift is going to do just that, capiche?”
You rolled your eyes. “Capiche.” Just then, Taylor’s phone started to ring. Taylor glanced at it.
“Dammit, Jack, love ya but my girlfriend needs me.” She laughed and tossed her phone on the bed.
“Am I preventing you from working on a song?” I asked, worried.
“No, don’t worry sweetie. My focus for the evening is you.” She said, stroking your hair back. “When was the last time you ate something, baby?”
“It hurts to swallow.” You said in a voice that was whinier than you expected.
Taylor narrowed her eyes. “So, the last time you ate was…?”
“I had, like, a little bit of cereal this morning, but that’s about it.” You admitted.
“Girl, it is 9pm.” Taylor shook her head with a grin. “My God, what am I going to do with you?”
“Love me?” I suggested. Taylor grinned and grabbed you in a gentle hug.
“I guess I can do that.” She teased, planting a kiss on your forehead. “We have got to get this fever down, have you taken anything for it?”
You smiled sheepishly up at Taylor. She rolled her eyes, kissed you again and stood up.
“Alright, so I need to find something for you to eat here that won’t hurt too much, and I have to search the apartment for some Tylenol. I’m also going to just go ahead and assume you haven’t been hydrating?”
“It’s so sweet how well you know me.” You sassed before suddenly falling into a coughing fit. Taylor was immediately back on the bed, holding onto you and rubbing your back.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, let it out.” Taylor murmured, rubbing your back gently. “You’re okay, sweet girl.”
“It feels like fucking knives.” You managed to gasp out in between coughs.
“I know honey, I know.” Taylor soothed. “I’m going to Doordash some cough syrup from CVS, okay? It’s going to be okay.”
Taylor held on tight as you continued to hack. It got so bad, Jasper jumped off the bed and ran for the living room. Slowly, the coughing began to die down, and once it did, you collapsed onto Taylor, snuggling into her lap.
“That sounded like it hurt.” Taylor cooed, stoking your hair back. “Is my baby okay?”
You fiercely shook your head as tears started falling. “No. Hurts.”
Taylor wordlessly starts wiping tears away from your eyes. Your eyes start to droop.
“Can…can you?” You looked up, hopefully at your girlfriend.
Taylor smirked down at you. “You want me to freaking sing, don’t you?” You nod, sheepishly and she chuckles. “I will, but after I have to call and find out what to feed someone with a yucky throat.”
“You calling Andrea?” I mumbled.
“Who else?” She laughed and squeezed you in a hug. “You ready?” You nodded, and Taylor began to sing quietly.
We could leave the Christmas lights up ‘till January
And this is our place, we make the rules
You smiled as you slowly began fading into sleep. By the end of the song, you’re almost completely asleep. You’re so tired you barely even react to Taylor stressing to her mom.
“Mom, she’s sick and a picky eater. You gotta help me out here with finding something to put in her adorable, stubborn tummy!”
But you do hear Andrea cracking up from hundreds of miles away, listening to her superstar daughter fussing over her sick girlfriend. You smiled to yourself, and quickly drifted off to sleep, Taylor still rubbing circles on your back.