Begin Again
pairings: Taylor Swift x gn!reader
summary: just listen to Begin Again (Taylor’s Version).
warnings: none, it’s just fluff.
word count: 1.0k
A/N: for my friend that read the last TS oneshot and complained about how sad it was. Hope this fills up the ever-present hole in your heart like the Wanda smut did, emo boy xx
It was Wednesday.
Probably your least favourite day of the week. It consisted of standing behind the till of a small coffee shop and making coffee for obnoxious customers that don’t understand that ‘we don’t have any more soya milk’ means that you’re out of soya milk.
You stood up with a heavy sigh when you heard the bell above the door ring and looked up. When you met eyes with the blonde that was walking over to you, you held your breath.
Her sunglasses blocked her eyes, but her smile was obviously genuine as she appeared at the counter.
You stammered to greet her, scratching your forehead as your cheeks and ears warmed up dramatically.
The blonde across chuckled at your nerves, assuming that you were trepidatious because she was her, “Hi!” She grinned, half expecting you to ask for a signature or photo because that’s what most people do when they see a celebrity, right?
You gave a nervous laugh, and you cleared your throat, “Uh, hey! What can I get for you?” You bit your lip, trying your hardest not to shamelessly check her out.
Keyword, ‘tried’.
“You’re staring at my chest,” Taylor said with a grin, making your eyes snap up to her, “I think you’re intending to admire my necklace, but it’s coming off as you staring at my chest,” She bit her lip.
Your eyes brightened at the reference, “Oh! Rose to Derek in season 4,” You pointed at her, making her laugh and nod. You smiled before shaking your head and glancing down for a second, “So, what can I get you?”
The blonde’s eyes widened in remembrance, “Uh, a tall, black coffee, please,” She asked sweetly.
“I’d ask for your name, but you’re the only one in here, so,” You chuckled, typing her order into the cash register as she handed you the money to put in the drawer.
Taylor frowned in realisation before smiling brightly and shaking her head, walking over to sit down. You smiled and turned to make her drink, which was probably the simplest one to make.
When you handed Taylor her drink, she thanked you and you went back. Sitting back behind the counter, you kept on glancing up at the blonde who was typing away on her laptop. When she was done, she walked back over to the counter with a cherry smile.
You glanced up and smiled politely, giving a simple goodbye, before looking back down. “It’s Taylor,” The singer said.
“What?” You asked in confusion.
“My name. You said you wouldn’t need it, but I want you to have it, so… It’s Taylor.”
Your eyes lit up and you stood, “I’m Y/N,” You shook her hand, “Same time next week?” You joked.
The blonde laughed and nodded, “of course.” She left, but not before dropping a hefty tip in the tip jar.
Taylor didn’t come the next week, much to your dismay, but she did the week after. Apologies were thrown at you, but you shook them all off, making her a drink. She sat down and you repeated the same process from the first time, only this time when Taylor came to tip you, you didn’t exchange names.
When Taylor walked over to you with her mug, you felt your cheeks warm up once more, “Uh, I know we don’t really know each other that well, but I was wondering if you wanted to get something to eat?”
“Like a date?” Taylor asked, making you look down. “I’d love to go on a date with you, Y/N.”
You grinned, blushing, “Do you, uh, do you want my number?”
Taylor nodded and pulled out her phone, typing each number that you said and texting you so that you had her number, too. She liked you, a lot. It was nice being friends with someone who had a normal, balanced life, that didn’t know her as Taylor Swift, but just Taylor.
On Friday that week, you sat, anxiously tapping away on your table. It was bordering on 7 pm, the time that you and Taylor had agreed on, and you were half expecting Taylor not to turn up. When the door opened, you saw Taylor and stood up as she walked over to you. She got to the table and you pulled out her chair, allowing her to sit, before pushing her in.
You didn’t know how nice that action was, but she did.
The dinner went smoothly, and before you knew it, you were organising another date. Wednesdays quickly began your favourite day, as Taylor would try and make it to the little coffee shop every week at a similar time.
Taylor: I’m sorry, I can’t make it today. Something came up, I’ll be there next Wednesday. I promise
Y/N: Don’t worry about it!
Y/N: I was actually wondering if you wanted to catch a movie on Saturday? They’re playing Zookeeper at the theatre.
Taylor: I’d love to!
Saturday rolled around and after the movie, the two of you chuckled together, walking hand in hand to Taylor’s car. It went silent, and Taylor thought she had to say something so she spoke up, “You know, my bo-“
“You know, my pa-“ you spoke at the same time, making you grin. Taylor motioned for you to speak first and you nodded, “My parents actually bought that movie theatre back in the eighties. A few years before I was born. What were you gonna say?”
Taylor shook her head, ridding all thoughts of her ex-boyfriend, and smiled up at you, “This has been a great few weeks, you know?” She asked, “It was really nice meeting you, Y/N.”
She went to slip into her car when you called her name, making her turn back to you, “Will you be my girlfriend?”
The blonde grinned and nodded, “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”
You looked up at the sky to hide your smile before looking down at the ground, “Can I kiss you?”
“Please do,” Taylor whispered and you leaned forward, connecting your lips with hers, completely oblivious to the camera flashes around you.
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