Karlie knew better than to interrupt Taylor when she was writing a song, but she couldn't help it. It had been 4 days since she had even spoken to her girlfriend. All she wanted to do is burst through the shut door to the music room, kiss Taylor and tell her she's sorry.

Because of course, they were fighting again.

This time, for once, Karlie didn't initiate it. Taylor had been fed up with some music thing, and by the time Karlie called her from Milan that night, she did nothing but push her frustrations out on her girlfriend. Combined with all of the things that had been nagging them both, it caused both girls to just explode.
As much as Karlie wanted to come home and make things better, she unfortunately had business in Italy to attend to. And maybe she was waiting for Taylor to reach out first, considering she put them in this situation, while doing her job. Taylor never did call her or text her for the duration of her trip, and she figured that spoke for itself.

Yet now, Karlie sat on the floor next to the room Taylor sat in, fighting of the jetlag a 9 hour flight brought along and waited for Taylor to notice she was there.

She knows I was coming home tonight right? Or did she just forget all together?

     It took 35 minutes, but after an Instagram story that accidentally played out loud while Taylor was thinking quietly, she was suddenly aware of somebody else's presence. It wasn't until it clicked to Taylor that today was Wednesday, the day Karlie arrived back from Italy that she realized it was her girlfriend, rather than an intruder or her security. Unsure of what exactly to say to her after all this time, Taylor sat with her hand safely resting on the door knob, deciding what her best plan of action would be.

"Hey you," She cracks out quietly, looking down at her girlfriends lanky 6'2 frame crunched in the corner of the hallway.
Karlie offers a slight smile and locks eyes with Taylor. "Hi."

Even with her desperate attempts to hide it, Taylor can tell that Karlie is purely and utterly tired. The way her perfect posture has her slightly hunched over, her hushed voice that was slightly above a whisper, the droopiness in her eyes. Taylor can't blame her though, just taking a quick peek at the models schedule why she was abroad stressed her out, she can't imagine how her girlfriend lived it. Not to mention, Taylors been a complete asshole to her ever since Sunday and yet here she sat on the hardwood floor rather than snuggled up in bed.

Immediately, Taylor slides down to her level on the floor. She reaches out to kiss her girlfriend but stops in her tracks immediately. Surely it's not the time? Karlie should be mad at her after the way she's treated her, and maybe she is. Maybe rather than going anywhere else, or even bed, Karlies been sitting on the floor waiting to yell at her or to dump her once and for all.

"Long time no talk huh?" Taylor starts, unsure of how to even begin a conversation. This is without a doubt the worst fight they've been in since they've been together, and there's a huge tension between the girls.

"Well whose fault is that?" Karlie asks, her voice getting darker. Although she's not entirely asking it in an attacking matter, the sleepiness in her starts to take over.

It hits Taylor straight in the heart.

"I'm sorry okay? I overreacted, and then I was too embarrassed, hurt, scared, everything, to say anything after." Taylor brings to ramble. She has no idea where this is going, but she's just getting as many things she can out. "And then I was just..... nervous to talk to you. I didn't know how to even apologize to you in a way you deserve that I could do over the phone. But I should've tried. I should've, because you deserve better. You deserve better than me, and don't say that you don't because you do! You deserve more than the mess of a girlfriend who will leave you feeling stranded in Mil-...".

Karlie shuts Taylor up with a kiss. It's nothing like there usually ones, but there's something. There's that spark that's always followed them since the moment they first locked eyes.
"Has anyone ever told you you talk too much?" Karlie lets out with a small laugh. She had told it to the singer on the night of their first date, when Taylor was rambling on about God knows what and Karlie just wanted to bask in her beauty. Now the blonde just throws it out every now and then to get a smile out of her girlfriend. Judging by the way Taylor lets the corners of her lips slightly turn up, Karlie thinks her goal is accomplished.

"Baby," Taylor begins, dropping her weight on to Karlie's lap, "I really don't even know how to say how genuinely sorry I am. I took a small simple project and blew it into a big issue and I know that I hurt you." She looked up to Karlie, tired of doing all of the talking.

Getting the hint, Karlie formulated a response in her head. Sure she was upset but she knew her girlfriend, and she knew that Taylor had definitely had this whole thing weighing on her. "I guess it just hurt to not hear from you in so long. I didn't want to be the first one to reach out. I feel like I'm always apologizing, Taylor. I know you're sorry and I truly believe you and I still love you with everything in me, but it's going to take me a little bit of time. Im sorry, but it just is."

Feeling content with this explanation, Taylor turned around and gave Karlie a kiss. A real kiss, like the ones they shared every morning and every night. The one that made Taylor know this what love truly felt like, no matter the ups and the downs.

After a few minutes of still laying on the hard floor, Taylor begins to speak up. "Wanna know a secret?" Knowing Karlie is second from sleep she continues on, positive her next statement would wake Karlie immediately out of her sleep  "When you got home, I was finishing up the lyrics to a song about you. And I kinda wanna play it for you right now."

Karlie immediately shoots up. "You? Playing for me? A newly finished song?" This never happened to Karlie, and she seemed to be pretty caught off guard by the whole ordeal.
"Yes." Taylor stuck her hand out after quickly standing up to offer her tired girlfriend support to stand up and walk into the music room, giving her a rare opportunity.

After Karlie got settled into the chair facing the back of the piano (there was no way in hell she would ever allow Karlie to look her in the eyes while she did this). She began the first note.

I blew things out of proportion now you're blue.

By the time Taylor reached the bridge, Karlie had tears falling down her face, overcome with a myriad of emotions, but mostly being insanely proud of Taylor and wildly in love with her.

By the time the last note hit Taylor turned around to find Karlie once's away from her, waiting for a ferocious kiss.

"We made it baby" She smiles widely. "We're in the afterglow."