dawnoftime22

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Guitar Session.

guitar session.

| T.S

Warnings: Tay being a little sick, R being the teensiest lonely/anxious but getting reassurance, R singing and playing guitar

Summary: One day, Taylor gets home and finds a heartwarming surprise waiting for her in the music room. But even with the sweet surprise, she gets concerned for you of your time without her.

Word Count: 3.1k

Category: fluff! hurt/comfort(?)

A/N: parts of this were made with this is me trying on repeat so that may be why you can expect a little bit of sadness here and there, but, enjoy lovelies<3

| Started on 27/10/2023, 2:59 PM |

| Finished on 29/08/2024, 11:46 PM |

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"Even if something thats good still ends up coming with the bearing of bad news, know that its okay to relieve yourself of it and be sad or anxious, or anything, even just a little bit of emotion aside from happiness. Don't keep it all in."

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It was a warm cozy day as you sat in your home, feeling awfully bored. The house was quiet and empty aside from the cats, and all you've been doing is sitting at the couch within the living room.

You had changed spots, changed positions, and tried different things; watching tv, or reading a book, but it all seemed to turn out as gray looking as the clouds that started to loom outside your window.

It was almost lonely, to say the least.

A sigh escapes your mouth as you stared at the ceiling. But upon decision, you start to get up, moving with a slow pace to get your feet back on the floor, although getting your vision blacked out by dizziness when you stand anyway.

You blink the fuzziness away before you walk, taking in a breath to steady yourself. Since there were signs of an oncoming storm, with there not even showing a glimpse of the sunset through the sky, you had to go through the house within a bit of darkness.

The lights click on with a flick of the light switches you pass by, and you close the curtains along with them too. You were doing the usual nighttime routine, although, for now, without your favorite blonde.

You were about to go in the last room when you realize it was the music room, and you pause in your tracks. A part of you wished that there were sounds of Taylor's singing, the gentle strum of her guitar, or her piano as you stood by, but there was nothing but the rain pattering outside, and a lightning striking that caused you to jump.

Exhaling a breath, you shook your head, holding your heart slightly. Your feet brings you to the door, and your hand reaches up to turn on another light, this one orange and dim; a perfect warm room for her to make her music in.

A smile raises up on your face as you walked in, taking in the sighting. Her guitar was propped up against the couch, left there by her last session.

You could remember it clearly. She was sat, not on the couch, but on the floor. It was in the middle of the night, up until you appeared at the doorway of the room.

She had left it there and stood up, going towards you in concern of whether she had awoken you, but you were only missing her from the cold sheets. And now you were missing her as her presence wasn't here.

It was only last night, and you couldn't shake off how real her love felt in the way she had instantly got up, checking on you and giving you the embrace of her arms. You didn't mind the night session much really, you even spent a little time in this room with her until she invited you back to the bedroom.

Your fingers brush over the head of the guitar, feeling the dips and edges until you reach the tuning pegs. But of course you don't mess with them. There were fingerprints on the wood, ones only being Taylor's.

The piano was over just beside you, and your gaze lingered on it for a moment, but then you pick up the guitar.

You made sure to handle it carefully as you sat down on the couch, putting one of your hands over the fretboard and the other on the guitar's body.

As Taylor had played many times before you with this exact guitar, you try strumming down with your thumb. The strings echoes its sound easily, although a wince lightly crosses your face when you accidentally hit some of the metal strings with your nails rather than your skin, eliciting a sharper noise rather than the sound of raw skin.

You tested it and did some light playing for a few moments before you soon pull out your phone, starting to search up guitar tutorials on the internet. It didn't take long for you to end up stumbling upon one of your girlfriend's songs, and your eyes brighten at the finding.

The video plays, and the chords were onscreen. You follow it, needing to pause every couple of minutes so you can follow along without difficulty.

The pads of your fingers were marked with several lines of the guitar strings whenever you lifted them off, having pressed on them and getting the smallest sting, but you tried to not mind it.

Once you've got the hang of the song's playthrough with the guitar, you finally try to add some singing to it, going slower as it was harder to play and sing at the same time.

The quiet room was filled by only your voice and the strumming of the guitar, and you were gradually getting used to the rhythm, multitasking the use of both your voice and your fingers on the fretboard.

The couch started to get more uncomfortable, so you decide to sit on the floor, your comfort levels returning back as your back meets the couch. Taylor was right all this time. And to think you had questioned her all along whenever you saw her sitting on the floor.

Time passes by, and even the rain had started to calm down a little, letting you take over the noise in the atmosphere-- although the crickets were still keeping with their own singing outside.

You hadn't even noticed the sound of a car or the front door of the house opening as you practiced...

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The blonde gently closes the door, clicking the lock back to keeping security of your shared home. Just for a moment, she leans back against the door, closing her eyes and relishing in the warm feeling of home.

She takes a deep breath and lets it out as a sigh of relief, opening her eyes once more. She was finally home, back to where she's wanted to be at all day long. Her shoes and socks were quietly slid off from her now aching feet, and her keys rattle slightly as she gently puts them off to a nearby table.

Taylor's gaze move over to the living room space and the kitchen, but upon seeing nothing, she decides to simply go upstairs instead, glancing back at the couch to make sure you weren't hidden, laid down there.

Her hair, and, nearly her entire being was wet from the rain outside, so all she wanted really, was a shower and a warm cuddle with you.

But she stops right at the last step of the stairs, a distinct sound catching her ears. Her eyebrows furrow, and she grows wary, but she goes up fully to the second floor, getting closer to where the noise was coming from.

"But you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair"

"Absentmindedly makin' me want you!"

She could just barely identify it, a voice and guitar strumming-- her mind was starting to think she could perhaps even be imagining things. She's been singing the whole day, so it would only make sense.

When she steps closer and closer, the soft melody was getting even clearer. It was coming from the music room, and she stares at it, seeing that the door was wide open and the lights were on.

Her heart beats a little faster in anticipation of what scene might greet her, but a small smile starts to slowly grow on her face. She can recognize that it was your voice.

When she finally arrived to the doorway, she sees you.

There you were, in the most cozy and peaceful form, sitting on the floor like she usually does. She guessed you had gotten just as uncomfortable as she was, and she smiles wider, much more on the fact that you were in her music room, holding her guitar, and singing her song.

She could feel her heart melting entirely, and the weight on her shoulders from the work she's had were starting to fade away from her. You weren't facing her, so you didn't even notice her standing by the doorway.

"And I don't know how it gets better than this." Your voice held happiness, purely out of the proudness that you had achieved to learn the song, and you were nodding your head to the rhythm.

"You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless!" The way you moved showed that you were deep into the music, and she shakes her head. She didn't even know you could sing so well, but oh, you could. It just about made her fall in love with you even further, if that was even possible anymore since her heart was already overflowing with love for you.

"And I don't know why but with you, I'd dance, in a storm in my best dress, fearless..." you finish off your singing, only starting to strum the guitar for the instrumental part, going freely.

She bits her lip, then takes a step forward. "I like your singing." She says suddenly, her voice cutting through the sound of the guitar and making you jump slightly, your strumming stopping as your head turns around quickly, only to see Taylor standing there with a smile.

"Oh!...You're home," you say, your voice now a little quieter than your singing as your cheeks flushed, your hands relaxing on the guitar.

"I...got bored so I-- um, I picked up your guitar," you stammered out slightly, gesturing to the instrument in your lap as you gaze up at her.

"I hope you don't mind," you add in quickly, and your eyes follow the way she smiled wider with a small chuckle, going forward to sit on the couch behind you.

"Baby, you can grab it anytime...but I didn't know you played?" She says curiously and thoughtfully, her eyebrows furrowing as she looks down at you, seeing the pinkish tint on your face turn into a shade of red.

"I don't, I...just learned it," you reply, gently putting the guitar on the floor, facing up before you turn your body to look at her properly, resting your head against her leg.

Her face only held soft happiness and pride as she gazes back at you, her heart about to jump out her chest. "Well, you did an amazing job, sweetheart. Especially playing that song when its raining," she says, adding in the expression of her hand, reaching out to boop your nose slightly, and you scrunch it up at the touch.

Your facial expressions go back to a normal gentler face, and you look over her appearance, noticing the raindrops on her hair, and her shirt and jacket slightly having wetness on them. "Speaking of it, you're covered in rain, baby. What happened?" You ask with concern, your hand going to rest on her knee.

She purses in her lips and her eyes move to her own appearance. "Just a little...the wind threw my umbrella off balance..." she says softly under her breath, a pink blush fading into her face. Then, her eyes glide to you.

"Were you the one who initiated the rain by playing Fearless? Because if so, I'm blaming you," she says playfully, pointing to you. Your lips raise up into a smile and you giggled, shaking your head.

"Well, you're the one who took the lyrics literally, except without me," you replied back, reaching out to give a gentle tug to the hem of her jacket she was wearing; possibly the only thing keeping her warm.

She chuckles at your playful statement, then tilts her head. "I also didn't dance in the rain or quite in the best dress..." she says, gesturing to herself.

You smile lovingly up at her. "No, but you look pretty anyway," you whispered, taking her hand in yours and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Then, another thought came into your mind, and you get concerned once more. "You don't have a cold, do you?" you ask suddenly, your eyebrows furrowing.

"No, I'm fine, baby." She shook her head quickly, giving you a reassuring smile to play it off. The quickness of it was almost suspicious.

"You're sure?" you ask, raising a conspicuous eyebrow as you looked over her appearance. She was shivering ever so slightly, and her nose was red.

"Mhm." She nods, giving you a hum for an answer, but then a small sneeze escapes her as she turns her body to the side, sneezing into the arch of her elbow.

She takes a breath in, and opens her eyes again when it felt like the sneeze had faded. When she sees the concerned questionable look on your face, she smiles shyly. "Maybe just a teensy bit..." she whispers.

"Teensy bit?" you repeat her last two words with a gentle pinch of air with your index finger and thumb, smiling wider at her as you rested your head against your now folded arms on the couch.

She found the sight of you adorable at the moment, and she lets out a small giggle at your gesture, but then bit her lip, wanting to get warmer. "Can I just have cuddles now...?" she asks softly, and you had the chance to do the most playfully mischevious thing.

"Mmmmm, no, I don't wanna get sick," you teased, turning your head away from her and leaning back with your hand getting off the couch, as if you were trying to get away from her.

She pouted in response, her hands now stretching out to reach your shoulders before you could go any further. "Please?" she whispers.

Your fingers curled back down on the couch, and you smiled at her small pout in the corner of your eye, finding it adoring. You glance back at her once more before standing.

"I was kidding. Of course you can...once you take a bath," you say with a chuckle, not wanting her to be sleeping in wet clothes and being uncomfortable from the lingering rain on her body and face.

"Yay," she says under her breath, throwing her arms up as her pout easily faded away into a smile.

"Come here, sweetheart," you say softly, gently taking her hands and pulling her up while she was also moving to stand by herself, a balance of a loving act.

Once she gets up entirely, she instantly wraps her arms around you, burying her face into your chest. Your lips softly curled up at her quickness, and you instinctively go to return her embrace, warming her cold body up.

"I missed you..." she murmurs into your shirt, tightening her arms around you as she nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

You tilt your head, brushing your nose lightly against her blonde hair. "I missed you even more." you whispered softly, your voice filled with love and sincerity, and the room held all the comfort of your shared sweetness.

Once you pull back from the long comforting embrace, you slip one of your hand into hers, but picked up her guitar that you had left on the floor, delicately moving to put it back on its stand.

"How was your day, baby?" she asks, seeing you return your focus to her and putting a gentle kiss to the side of her head, making her smile softly.

"It was okay...a little lonely though," you murmured, turning off the light in the room, then having your gaze on the floor as you walked in the halls with her.

Her smile falters a little, and the hand she has intertwined with yours squeezed you gently. "I'm sorry sweetheart..." she whispers, leaning closer to your side.

You give her a gentle assuring smile. "Its okay, at least now I've gained a new hobby by being bored," you say, brushing your shoulder against hers, but her expressions held concern and a small frown.

"It doesn't excuse the fact that you felt lonely..." she quietly says, her mind going over her thoughts as she focuses her eyes to the path of your bedroom. She had been so caught on the show she had today, that she forgot to even bring out her phone from the private room during her breaks.

"I'll text you more while I'm away," she assures, turning her head to catch your reaction to her words, her thumb caressing over the back of your hand.

Your eyes meet hers, and it was surely visible that you had the smallest anxious battle ongoing inside you, but you purse your lips. "It's okay, really, but...thank you." You shake your head, both of you arriving to your shared bedroom that already had the lights and fan on.

You squeeze her hand before letting go, going to the closet to grab her some clothes for her to change into after cleaning up. She bit her lower lip, gazing at you.

"Hey." she breathes out, quietly, but holding the smallest bit of firmness to get your attention, and you pause in your search of clothes, looking back at her.

She lets out a gentle breath, taking steps forward to be closer to you, and wrap her arms around you. "Don't forget to text me too, okay?" she whispers, holding gentle eye contact with you to make sure you were listening.

You stay quiet for just a small moment, but the visible fraction of a breath you released only showed that you had a realization, and you gave her a nod. "I'm sorry I didn't," you whispered back, making her features soften.

"No, honey, it's okay. I'm sorry I didn't either," she reassures you softly. The shake of her head caused your noses to brush, the close proximity you both held not giving much space. But of course, neither of you minded.

"I love you," she says under her breath, softer than ever. Her voice held more emotion than it did before, and her hand reaches up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing.

You tried to hold back the emotions bubbling in your throat, and you nod again, a soft smile raising on your face. "I love you more," you whispered, leaning in for your lips to meet.

"You're gonna get spammed with cat videos," you add, lightening the situation with a gentle joke, and she breathes out a chuckle, nuzzling against your nose.

"Good," she whispers, sliding her hand to your back and rubbing it up and down in a soothing motion; one that only made you lean into her embrace, fingers furling into her shirt as she continued assuring you.

Afterwards, you got her into a nice warm bath, helping her clean up and decompress after work, then relax with her once she had gotten into comfier clothes; such as your hoodie, and soon had fallen asleep together in each other's embrace.

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