Hey guys! This is a new series of one-shots, all inspired by Taylor Swift songs. If you read, you will realise that the words in italics are the lyrics taken directly from the song in question, and then the story linking the lyrics to Maltara. So if it gets too confusing, just skip the lyrics and read the paragraphs as they are. This is just something I'm trying out, so PLEASE REVIEW to let me know what you think of it! All the one-shots will be quite short, but I hope that it is still nice. PLEASE REVIEW so that I know how it is, and so that I know how to write a better one-shot thank you!

P.S. I do not own Cause of Death or any of its characters. The lyrics and songs are completely the work of Taylor Swift and her production team.


This one is for maltararox21. The song I've used this time round is You Belong With Me. I would just like to say that this would be the last chapter I would be writing for a while, as I have a lot a lot of homework I desperately need to catch up on. D: No, it is not because of writing fan fiction, it just so happened that my teachers all got up on the wrong side of their beds this week, and now my planner is like totally filled. Urgh. Anyway, I WILL be back hopefully by next weekend, or if I am able to, by next Thursday, and I PROMISE I will have a new chapter of Be There by then. So sorry to make you guys wait!

Okay, so replies to reviews:

maltararox21-

Hey Katie! Thank you SOOOOOOO much for your review I was literally about to cry when you told me you loved it so much (': This one is for you by the way, I hope you like it! In reply to your review for Be There, well, I suppose we will just have to wait and see what happens to Oscar won't we? But thank you for your compliment it really means a lot to me when others like my writing style, some of my friends find it a little... too cheesy. /: Haha stems from reading too many romances, kind of adopt the same style after a while, ooooooooooooooops (; But all in all, thank you really very super much! Love you!

MaltaraFluff647-

Hello Karen! :D Here's your new one-shot! Haha, not really I write mainly for fun, but I'm happy I'm able to make my readers happy that's all. I hope you like it! It's much longer this time round, and personally I don't think it's really good because the main essence of You Belong With Me is more upbeat, but it is all quite emo at the front so... xP And I'm glad you liked Chapter Two (uh, of Be Therehaha!), I thought it was too dull. /: But since you liked it then :DDDDD I'm sorry you will have to wait for about one more week for Chapter Four, I honestly planned to write it this weekend (it's Friday where I am now) but then my homework is like really a lot a lot, so I can't write as soon as I want to, I'm really sorry for that! I hope this one-very-long-shot makes up for it though! (:

Oh haha, no I'm actually from Singapore. That's the little red dot in Asia haha! :D Personally I find it quite cute people always refer to us as a little red dot! (; That's why some of my facts in my stories may not be really correct, because 1. I have NEVER been to America, 2. I have no idea how American culture is like, 3. I don't really know what they call Chinese food over there. Like if I typed in mee or something no one will understand so haha I always stick to just a general form of whatever-it-is-I-don't-know. But I plan to live in CALIFORNIA (omg haha I wanna go California so badly!) for a few years though :D Anyway here in Singapore, our official language is British English, considering we were under British rule once (Raffles haha!) so maybe that was why. (:

Anyway, thank you so so much for reviewing, it really means the world to me! 3

CauseOfDeathIsGreat-

Thank you! I hope you will like this new one!

mozzi-girl-

Hi Molly! Yes, you should get started on your one-shots soon I really love your ideas! And aww, thanks so much for your encouragement for my one-shots honestly it really means everything to me when I know people out there like my writing. I have like practically no self-esteem haha so. x( And don't worry about not reviewing for a while! Look at me, I'm like going on a writing hiatus for a while and I wanna cry )': Hopefully when I come back there'll be a one-shot from YOU that I can read yay!

Okay, that's it! If you just started reading my story, I say hello and welcome to you! :D And I hope you will like it, it really means a lot to me when people review to tell me they like my story (: So please review PLEASE! :D Heehee okay I shall stop bothering your attempt to read, but seriously I hope you like it!

Love you all very very much.

KokoKookieKreme


You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset, she's going off about something that you said…

Natara stared at Mal sitting in the passenger seat opposite her. They had just finished work and Mal had suggested going to their favorite Chinese restaurant to "catch up". Of course, that had not gone well with Blaise. Natara still remembered the day when Mal and Blaise had walked into the precinct holding hands, the day when she experienced her very first and very real heartbreak. Literally. Natara felt her heart shattering when she saw the triumph Blaise had in her eyes that Mal had chosen her. Natara had wished them the best of luck and gave them their most genuine blessings, and kept her chin up for the rest of the day. Of course she had cried herself silly when she walked all alone into her apartment that night, not that anyone had to know that.

And now, Natara was sending Mal to Blaise's house because she was jealous that Mal had spent time with Natara, a really childish thought in Natara's opinion though. However, she was Mal's girlfriend, so it was not like she had a say in what she thought of their relationship. Mal said something over the phone to Blaise and she heard his chuckle, but from the look on Mal's face, Blaise had not understood or appreciated his humor.

Mal had gotten out of the car and was about to wave goodbye to Natara when Blaise opened the door and immediately pulled Mal down for a kiss. Natara felt her insides curl. Like felt them spiral and shrivel up. She really did not want to see Blaise kissing anybody, and made worse was the fact that the person was the one she loved. Natara drove away.

I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night, I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like…

Natara let herself in through the door and plopped herself down on the couch. She was tired as tired can be, both physically, mentally and especially emotionally. She put on 'Can You Feel The Love Tonight' by Elton John, a classic song that she loved since watching The Lion King when she was young, and still do. Natara gave a wry smile when she realized how ironic it was. She was definitely not feeling the love tonight. Then she felt her insides all go 'clunk' when she thought of the fact that Blaise liked songs such as 'Tonight (I'm Lovin' You)', then thought of the fact that she was nothing like Blaise, then thought of the fact that Mal liked Blaise, then thought of the fact that Mal liked girls like Blaise, which was not her. Therefore, with the conclusion that Mal would never even like her the teeniest littlest bit, she felt newfound tears well up in her eyes and she pursed her lips, concentrating really, really, really hard on not crying.

She wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts, she's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers…

Natara tried. She tried really really hard. She tried to be like Blaise. To be like her just the teeniest littlest bit. But she could not. She wanted to be outspoken. She wanted to have blonde hair. Blue eyes. A curvy figure. She wanted guys, any guy, to be tripping over their feet to get her coffee. But she was not. She had black hair. Hazel eyes. Flat. She generally emitted a one–mile radius male repellent. With the exception of Mal. Mal was the only one who saw her for who she was. He was the only one whom she let past the defenses she had painstakingly set up since joining the force.

You've got a smile that could light up this whole town, I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down…

Natara leaned back and crossed her thighs. She tried to picture Mal's face. It came almost immediately. No problem. That was how much she knew about him. Inside and out. She saw his face. She saw the dark lines that etched his face, the scars that made him who he was. She saw his blue eyes, the ones that had looked at her intently so many times, the ones that held tenderness towards her all the time. But then since Blaise… she had seen less and less of him. During work hours, they were partners. After work hours, they were lovers. So that basically ruled her out of his life. Natara felt the tears on her calves and then realized she was crying. Again. Now that the floodgates had opened, she could not stop. Her tears kept coming and flowing and coming and flowing that after some time she became numb to the ice-cold forming around her heart. Her body was still suffering, but her brain had decided to stop recognizing any form of heartbreak.

I remember you: driving to my house in the middle of the night, I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry…

Natara thought back to the times when they had movie marathons at his or her house, when she was always tucked up snugly in the couch, and eventually always fell asleep, happy and full. She thought back to the times when they had provided each other with comfort and solace, and acted as each other's confidantes. She thought back to the times when she was hanging out with him, just talking about anything and everything under the sun, and she felt blissful, happy. She thought back to the day when she realized she had fallen in love with Mal, when she was lost and did not know whether to immediately call and tell him.

Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along so why can't you see you belong with me?…

Natara knew who Mal really was. She respected him for who he was. She loved him for who he was. Of course, Mal did not know that. Maybe he did. But she never told him. She did not see a need to. He had Blaise. And they were now partners. Yet sometimes, Natara wished Mal knew. Or if he already knew, at least she knew he knew. Maybe then things would be different. Natara shook her head at herself, and then realized that she had stopped crying. The piercing pain and the choking constriction of her heart when she got home had now been reduced to what felt just like a dull throb. She felt hopeless. Like some lovesick teenager who did not know the meaning of love and was just sitting around moping. But she could not help but wonder, why? Why did Mal not love her? Was she really that bad? Could she really not compare to Blaise?

All this time, how could you not know? Baby, you belong with me…

Her doorbell rang. Natara hastily dried off the last remnants of her tears and pushed her hair out of her face, before opening the door. She stared at Mal standing on her porch and blinked in shocked surprise. "…Mal?"

"Natara." Mal said her name like it was a lifeline. "I… I broke up with Blaise."
"What?" Natara had hardly any energy to speak, and her voice came out as a whisper in spite of the shock she felt.
"You heard me." Mal pushed his hands through his hair.
"What the hell? Why?"
"Because… because she's not the one for me."

Natara, amazingly, felt nothing anymore. Her brain had been hoping that Mal would say something along the lines of 'because you are better than her any day' but even though he had not, she felt nothing anymore. Natara had given up. Given up on any chance that she could be more. More than just his best friend.

"You are."

You belong with me, have you ever thought just maybe you belong with me...

Natara's head snapped up. "Haha, very funny Mal." Natara was tired. She did not want to play these kind of games anymore. She was sick of Mal playing 'Hot-n-Cold' with her. She had no stamina to keep up. Or at least, what she had of her stamina had long been gone. She turned and walked into her living room, like a lifeless zombie, her head hung.

Mal followed then grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her around. He gave her a little shake, then practically growled, "Natara Williams, I said, you are the one for me. And I don't give a damn if you do not like me back, I will just continue chasing you until you do." Natara stared at him, and saw the truth of his words in his blue eyes. The ones she loved so much.

Then suddenly with a groan, Mal leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She hesitated, and when she felt Mal's tongue probing at her lips, she opened her mouth to stop him… and his tongue slid right in. Her adamant 'no' was swallowed. Mal's arms were wrapped around her back and it grew tighter and tighter by the second, until she felt crushed. Mal was exploring her mouth and seeing that Mal did not look like he was going to stop anytime soon, Natara gave in and started to kiss him back. Mal sucked a little on the tip of her tongue, and just as she was about to deepen the kiss, he stopped and whispered against her lips, "Natara, I'm so sorry. I should have known that you had always been the one. I was a jerk and I almost lost you. I am so sorry, please forgive me."

Oh, that was hot, Natara had to admit. She felt a tear slide down her cheek and Mal caught it with his tongue. "Natara… don't cry please. I can't stand it when you cry." Natara sniffled then whispered, "It's okay, it's okay, I forgive you." Mal pulled back and looked at her. "You do? You really do? So we are a couple? For real?" Mal's face was one of delight and fascination and for the first time in weeks, she felt like laughing.

You belong with me.

Natara smiled. "We are."