You and Taylor have been dating for over 2 years now, you both love each other a lot. Once in 3 mounts you were visiting your parents who live across America for a week. You ask Taylor if she wants to come but she said she does you have too much work to do.

Taylor paced around her NY apartment, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. The trending headline glared back at her: "Famous Star Caught Cozying Up with Old Friend: Trouble in Paradise?" Her chest tightened as she scrolled through the photos, you are sitting across from a girl remembered from high school. Your laugh was caught midair in one of the pictures, her head tilted back, her hand resting on your arm.

Taylor knew it was nothing you had mentioned bumping into an old friend while visiting your parents. But seeing it plastered all over the internet with captions practically screaming betrayal set her blood boiling.

"What does cozying up even mean?" Taylor muttered to herself. "That's just how you laugh. It's not your fault your laugh's perfect." Jealousy, sharp and irrational, clawed at her insides. Taylor dropped her phone, grabbed her coat, and marched to the closet. She stuffed a backpack with essentials before stopping to stare at herself in the mirror.

"You're being ridiculous," she told herself. "She loves you. You know that."

But her mind was already racing. She couldn't sit still in NY while tabloids twisted this into something it wasn't. She needed to see you.

Thirty minutes later, Taylor was in the back of a car on her way to the airport, her assistant scrambling to book a last-minute flight to your hometown. As the skyline of NY faded in the distance, Taylor's determination solidified. Whatever those photos implied, she wasn't letting some tabloid-fueled misunderstanding drive a wedge between her and you. If she had to storm into your parents' house and declare your love, so be it.

After a few hours flight she finnaly arrive, and went straight to your parents' rang on doorbell and hoping you'll open door for her.