(A/N: This one is based on Zolita's song trilogy Somebody I fucked once, Single in September and I Fucking Love You. I hope you like it.)

Y/BF/N, your best friend moved to New York a year ago and you haven't seen her ever since, so a few months ago you decided to book a flight and give her a visit. You missed her like crazy and even though you had other friends in Oxford, she was your ride and die after all.

You've lived in the UK your whole life and wasn't planning to move overseas but flying to New York to spend a little time with your friend and get off of work sounded splendid. 

 You knew she had a whole new friend group whom she loved with her whole heart. Even though you haven't met them, you were grateful for them for always keeping an eye on your best friend, always being there for her.

You were extremely anxious to meet them at first, you wanted to make a good first impression. You knew how much they meant for Y/BF/N, so it was important to you. That's how you met her. Taylor. 

She was beautiful, intelligent, caring and super funny. You understood why Y/B/N loved her so much. She was absolutely the greatest, most amazing girl you've ever met. You became friends if that's even possible after 2 weeks. You've exposed all your secrets, your  fears to her. Your guard was up but she managed to break your armor down. You immediately fell in love with the blonde beauty. 

One night you both were tipsy, it was a long day and you decided to have a couple of drinks at her place. Y/BF/N couldn't join, she had to work overtime. You didn't mind. You enjoyed being alone with Taylor. 

After an Old Fashioned or two, she kissed you. It was the best kiss of your life. She was gentle, caring, her lips perfectly fitted on yours.

The slow kiss soon turned into a passionate, rough one, her lips tracing down your jaw, your neck. One thing led to another. She started taking off your clothes while her hands discovered every inch of your body. Your skin was burning under her touch. Maybe for the first time in your life, it felt right. You knew she was the right person. 

And before you even realized what was happening, you were climaxing. It felt like being beat by ocean waves but in the most perfect way. The waves crashed and crashed over you and you felt out of control like you were drowning but you knew you were safe there in Taylor's arms.

It wasn't awkward the following morning when you both were sober. She held you in her arms, so close to her. It was just different. You had no idea how to act, what to do. You were leaving New York, the States in a few days, you were going back to England and she... well, she stays. 

Two days have passed and you decided to massage her. 

Y/N Y/L/N 

feel free to erase from your memory if this is too earnest. i liked kissing you. 

Taylor Swift

Y/N,  I would never erase, that night was so fun and you are great to kiss (not surprised in the least)

Taylor Swift

My turn to be earnest: I am always worried about messing things up/lines being crossed, so I hope that you don't feel any were..

You agreed on staying just friends. You were lightly shut down and that was fine. If it were up to you, you would've called her 'yours' already but you understood. You were back being friends and that was okay with you. You wanted to be more but your common sense knew that it would be pointless, a long distanced relationship was the last thing you needed. 

But since a twist of faith, you decided to stay in New York for a little longer. A lot longer, actually. You found a job that would pay you well and you knew you would love it, so why not give it a try?! 

You asked Taylor out on a coffee date to short things out. She agreed to go. 

'So, here's the thing. You can say no, of course but it would be pretty nice of you to think about it. I like you, like a lot and since I'm staying in New York, we might could give us a try' you said and took a sip of your latte. 

'I think we shouldn't rush it. We should meet up again after we kiss some girls and we live some life. We'll know if this thing is really right. I'm just not feeling ready for a committed relationship, Y/N. I need time. I hope you understand' she smiled weakly. 

You were taken aback by her words, you thought she liked you as much as you liked her. It seemed like she did but you were wrong, it seemed. 

'Oh, yeah, I do. Absolutely. Don't worry about it' you gave her your best smile. 

'Thanks' was all she said. 

She drank her coffee and went to work. 

Things weren't awkward between you two. You were grown up women after all. You went to friends dates, to parties together. Everything was the same except one thing. You were in love with her.  So deeply in love. 

Little did you know she was madly in love with you, too. She was just scared. Scared of being heartbroken again. That night in her penthouse meant a lot to her. She definitely could have imagined herself being with you. She was just too afraid to tell you. 

Taylor kept on texting girls but you were the only one she could think about. She wanted you. She wanted you oh so bad. She couldn't forget about the night you've shared. She wished it would've lasted forever.

She thought you would run after her (she was used to it) but she never once imagined that you would respect her choice and gave her space. She hated you for that because it only made her love you more. 

She wanted an extraordinary love, a romcom girl with a bouquet. A love that would be just like the 90's, she, kissing you in the pouring rain. But what if she lets it slip, tell you that you're the only one she's seeing? What if she loses her grip, admit that she's terrified of you leaving? Would it push you away or would you say the same back? What if she lets it slip, tell you that she fucking loves you?

This time she was the one who decided to text you. It wasn't a long paragraph.

Taylor Swift

Call it pain, call it trauma, I don't know why I said no to you. All I know is I'm all in now and lately I've been wondering. You might be someone I could love... or are you just somebody I fucked once? 

And you were not. After you got her text you've started dating. She's never been more in love. You were gentle, caring, you paid attention to her, you were there for her when she needed you most. 

One day, after two years of dating, she woke you up with kisses and with your favorite breakfast from your favorite place. She handed you a piece of paper while you were chewing on your chocolate filled croissant. You gave her a confused look. 

'Just read it' she said smiling. 

You did. 

'You might be someone I could spend the rest of my life with. Would you marry me or would you want to stay just somebody I fucked once (well, more than once by now)?'

(A/N: Pretty much off topic but I'm moving to California in a month so if somebody's down to hang out, please let me know, I need friends there haha)