Okay. This is my first attempt at writing. I know it's probably not very good, but please let me know?If I get at least one review I will post another chapter. And no Taylor that doesn't mean you get to read a new chapter, just the ones you've read before (:

I Own Nothing But The Plot. Sadly.

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Chapter 1: Hectic Planning…

It was a late Friday night I was laying on the couch with my sleeping fiancé laying on my chest; we had fallen asleep while planning. I felt as if I was the luckiest guy in the world. Why? Because I was marrying the gorgeous, elegant, and stunningly beautiful, Taylor Alison Swift. It had been a long few months, seeing as we were in the midst of planning our December 13, 2013 wedding. We were planning on getting married on her 23rd birthday and our 5 year anniversary. The planning had become hectic these past few weeks seeing as Taylor hadn't been feeling well. I had this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, and it lead me to believe 'it' has came back.

As a young teenager Taylor had suffered from bulimia. At one point she was admitted to the hospital because it was so bad. Ever since she overcame being a bulimic she has been very sensitive to that word, so we now refer to bulimia as 'it'. It seemed as though she had completely forgotten about it, but for some reason I could never seemed to get it out of my head. Whenever she became sick I automatically assumed 'it' was back.

I tried to shake these thoughts while I gazed at my sleeping fiancé. She looked so peaceful when she was sleeping. It looked as if everything hectic in our lives had just disappeared, she was that calm. Unlike when she was awake, she was constantly worrying about other people and not herself. She would always put me, her family, my brothers and their families before her own.

It had been almost 2 hours since she had drifted off to sleep on top of me. This entire time I had been laying here underneath her unable to sleep. She stirred awake when I moved my head to look at the clock on my phone.

"Mhmmm… what time is it?" she asked groggily, while shifting and snuggling into me even more.

"12:45... I think we should go up stairs and go to bed." I replied while stroking her soft, radiant, long, wavy blonde hair.

"Do we have to go upstairs, or can we just stay here?" she asked with her eyes still closed, not wanting to move.

"Well, since I've been awake for 2 hours and I can't sleep without you next to me… it seems as though we will be going upstairs."

"But I don't wanna move!" she said whiningly, now more awake.

"Come on cowgirl." With that I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder, slapping her butt in the process.

She gasped at my actions "Joseph Adam Jonas! You did not just slap my butt!"

With that I smirked and replied "And what if I did?"

"Well I may just have to go back downstairs and sleep with Jake on the couch" she said in a matter of fact tone.

"I'm offended! You would rather go downstairs and sleep with a 1½ year old puppy on the couch, then sleep in the king size bed upstairs next to your amazingly sexy fiancé, who just happens to be one of America's heartthrobs?" I questioned in a cocky, teasing tone.

"First off, you're full of yourself and second there's nothing sexy about you, except your ass from this angle." she said slapping my butt and not letting go.

"Oh! It's on!" With that I ran up the stairs and threw her down on the bed in one swift movement. After I had dropped her on the bed I took a pillow and hit her upside the head with it.

"Oww! What was that for?" she said whimpering.

"That was for not saying I was sexy!" I said in a playful tone.

"Well, this is for slapping my butt!" she said hitting me back harder then I hit her.

I shrieked like a little girl with her action.

"Oh! Great, I'm marrying a little girl who spends more time in front of the mirror than I do!" She said as a response to my shriek.

"Take it back!" I said and started tickling her.

"Never!" She announced like she was a superhero.

"Fine then say 'Joseph Adam Jonas is the most sexy amazing guy and I wanna screw him right now!' " I said trying to get her to crack.

"Hell... No!" She said in between laughs.

Then I started tickling her even more. "Say It!"

"No!"

I started tickling her even more. "SAY IT!"

"Fine..." Then she said in a whisper barely audible. "Joseph Adam Jonas is the most sexy amazing guy and I wanna screw him right now!"

"I can't hear you..." I said.

Then she said it a little louder.

"I still can't hear you! Come on baby, you got the lungs of a singer so why not use

them?" I said trying to get her to scream it at the top of her lungs that way the neighbors, who just so happened to be my little brother, Nick, on one side and my older brother, Kevin, on the other side, would hear it.

And with that she screamed at the top of her lungs. "JOSEPH ADAM JONAS IS THE MOST SEXY AND AMAZING GUY AND I WANNA SCREW HIM RIGHT NOW!!!"

"Happy now?" she said out of breath from screaming so loud.

"Very… Just think in exactly 20 days you will actually be able to screw me." I said smirking.

"What makes you think I'm gonna want to screw you?" I said in a seductive tone.