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you knew it wasn't a good idea, it was actually terrible.
you always had that kind of problem, not being able to do some kind of activities with your friends, but you always seemed to fall into that trap.
so that's how you found yourself eating a pizza with taylor after her concert.
you experienced the aftermath of eating cheese a lot of times, but when taylor was looking so pretty, eager to go out to eat after the concert, and she pointed at the pizza place, how could you say no?
it was kind of a rusty place, old and outdated. but maybe it was better like this, no one would've recognised you and you could just enjoy eachother's company in peace.
being so ancient, as taylor defined it, the menu didn't have any lactose intolerant-friendly options. you weren't that sure at first, but you eventually went with it, stupidly enough.
the pizza was good. god, you missed the taste of actual cheese, but you had to face the consequences after all.
taylor said you were overreacting, she obviously didn't know what you were going through.
after spending half of the next day on the toilet, you laid in bed with an inexorable tummy ache.
okay, maybe you were overreacting. you actually just had some slight stomach cramps. but the more you felt sick, the more taylor would take care of you. she would always prepare hot water bottles for you, she would kiss you, cuddle with you, and just look after you in the cutest way possible.
she walked into your shared bedroom, to find you curled up on the bed, twisted in blankets and bedsheets.
she had a cup in her hand as she closed the door behind her.
«hey,» she caressed your shoulder, «how's it going?»
«not good,» you replied from under the blankets.
«i made some tea.» she put the mug on the bedside table and laid down next to you. you resurfaced from your coziness, your sick expression turning into a slight smile.
«hey.» she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
«my stomach hurts.»
«i know, baby,» she set her hand on your tum and slowly massaged it, «i'm here, taking care of you, okay?»
you simply nodded at her question and nuzzled against her, the crook of her neck seemed to be made appositely for you to rest.
after soft affirmations, forehead kisses, and some minutes of just loving each other, you sat up on the bed to drink your tea.
«so... next time we stick to a cheeseless margherita?»
your eyes widened in affirmation as you dipped from the cup «mhh... absolutely.»