Hey everyone! So I know it's been forever and a day since I've updated, but I had a major case of writers block for the longest time. I finally got through it, so here's the next chapter! Thanks for all your great reviews, and your patience. I appreciate it so much. So sorry for the wait, but I hope you enjoy!
-Livvy
Taylor paced the Cyrus's living room, where around, in various places, sat Brandi, Trace, Braison, Noah, Demi, and Katy. Once Emily had found the others, she'd tagged along as well.
Getting sick of watching Taylor walk back and forth, back and forth, and listening to Taylor's publicist bark into her cell phone in the other room, Katy stood up, and grabbed Taylor by the shoulders. "Tay!" She said, "Chill out!"
"Why isn't she back yet, they better not be doing anything to her or I'm going to fucking kill them!" Taylor roared.
"I can't believe she didn't tell me!" Emily said, still trying to hold on to what she'd learned.
"We didn't tell anyone until last week, Em. Demi and Katy only knew cause the lock on Miley's dressing room door didn't work." Taylor said, and then the door opened. Katy held Taylor back from crowding them right away, but Tish and Billy Ray came in to the room then anyways, supporting Miley between them, Miley's publicist behind them also on the phone, barking things at the person on the other end.
Miley's hair was messed up, and the strap of her dress was falling down her shoulder. Makeup ran down her face, her eyes puffy, and tears still running down her face.
"Baby?" Taylor asked softly, reaching for her hand. "What happened?"
"H-he said that...he said that I blame it on getting into alcohol and apologize and never see you again...or that my contract was null and void when I left. That they wouldn't have a filthy lesbian working for them." Miley whispered.
So that's why she was crying, Taylor realized. She had to give up their relationship for her job.
"Oh," Taylor said softly, getting ready for their goodbye.
"So my career is over." Miley whispered. "The dream is over."
Everyone was silent as Taylor looked at Miley, unable to speak. "W-What?" She finally whispered.
Miley took the hand Taylor still held in midair, and looked up at her. Though tears still poured form her eyes, the pain of loosing what she worked so hard for still fresh, she spoke with passion and no regret. "I've had to apologize for so much over the years. I've had to apologize for stupid mistakes, for things that weren't my fault. I've had to apologize for things more times then I can count." She said softly. "But there's no way in hell I will apologize for being bi, because I'm not sorry, and there's no way in fucking hell they can make me apologize for loving you, because that is something I will never, ever be sorry for."
Taylor looked at her for a long moment, before gently pulling her closer, and wrapping her arms around her. Miley locked her arms around Taylor's waist, burying her face against her, and everyone saw as her body shook with silent sobs.
Everyone was silent, looking the other way, giving Miley and Taylor their moment. Taylor held Miley, slowly rocking her back and forth, until Miley pulled herself away, to reach up and peck Taylor's lips. She then announced, "I'm going to shower," Softly, and slipped away quickly.
Taylor let her body drop to the couch, sitting beside Katy. She buried her face in her hands. "How could she do that for me?"
"They gave her a choice," Tish said softly, walking over to Taylor, sitting on the coffee table in front of her, and pulling her hands away from her face so she could look at her, "A choice she shouldn't have to make. But in the end, Miley choose to hold on to what she can't live without. You, Taylor. She chose you, because she knows what's important to her. Sure, she may be upset...but I know she doesn't regret it. She's upset because she lost everything she worked so hard for...but she knows, Taylor, she knows that she chose better."
Miley's publicist, Brenda, finally shut her cell phone off, and then went to the house phone and disconnected it before that started, and then came to the living room, Taylor's doing the same.
"This isn't going to die down anytime soon." Brenda said, Joyce agreeing. "If it ever does."
"What do we do?" Tish asked.
Brenda sighed, "We wait for Miley, then find out what both the girls want to do."
It was mostly silent until Miley finally came down, dressed in flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt Taylor recognized as her own. Miley's hair hung in damp brunette curls, hair face void of makeup, but her eyes red and puffy, though she wasn't crying anymore.
Taylor sat beside Katy on a love seat, and once Miley found her, she went over there and silently sat on Taylor's lap, curling against her. Taylor wrapped her arms around her protectively, gently resting her forehead against Miley's, whispering to her softly. "Are you ok baby?"
Miley nodded, saying nothing.
"Miley," Brenda said, before Taylor could say anything else, "I need to make a statement to the press. We need to decide what to do."
Miley uncovered her face to look at Brenda. "I don't want you to make any statement to the press, I want to you discredit all the lies out there. Can you do that?" She snapped.
"Y-yes." Brenda said, taken aback at her tone.
Tish and Billy Ray blocked Brenda from saying anything, sitting on the coffee table in front of Miley and Taylor.
"Honey, besides that, what do you want to do?" Billy Ray asked.
Miley looked at her parents, and said softly, the tears coming on again, "I...I want to go home. I don't want to be in this city, or this state right now. I just...I just want to go back home."
"Ok," Tish said, gently wiping away her daughter's tears.
"I'll get a private jet, there's no way I'm putting you on a commercial flight," Brenda said. "When do you wanna leave?"
"Now." Miley said tonelessly, burying her face against Taylor.
"Miles, we need time to close things up here," Tish said, "How about tomorrow night?"
"Fine," Miley whispered. "Brais?"Miley suddenly asked her brother. "Can you bring me my laptop?"
Brasion looked hesitant, but retrieved Miley's MacBook and brought it to her.
"Miley what're you doing?" Taylor asked, not letting her open the laptop.
"I wanna see what they're saying." Miley mumbled, and Taylor handed the MacBook to Tish, who gave it to Brandi, who left the room with it.
"No." Taylor said, "That's the last thing you need right now."
Miley sighed, but let it go, and looked up at Taylor, "You're gunna come, right? Home with us?"
"Of course." Taylor said softly.
"Can I go to bed?" Miley said quietly.
"Of Course, sweetie," Tish said, reaching to kiss her forehead. "Go get some rest."
Miley stood, and Taylor went to go with her.
Katy and Demi hugged Miley, then Taylor, as Miley reached Emily.
"It's over, Em." She said softly. "No more Hannah Montana." She whispered, now realizing that when she kissed her career goodbye, she took away her friend's jobs. "I'm sorry." she said.
"Hey," Emily said, taking her friend's hands. "Miley, don't apologize. You did exactly what you should have done, exactly what we all wanted you to do. You should never apologize because you're bisexual...We all are better than Disney. We all will support you two hundred percent."
Miley wrapped her arms around Emily tightly, and whispered, "Thank you for being such a good friend."
Emily shook her head, "You don't have to thank me for that."
Miley smiled, hugged her one last time, and then left the room, Taylor following close behind her, both of them heading up to Miley's room. Miley crawled into her bed while Taylor stripped out of her dress and heels, and pulled shorts and a tank top on.
"It's cold in here," Miley said, giving her a strange look.
Taylor shrugged as she crawled into bed with Miley, pulling the covers over them, and pulling Miley close to her. "It's warm right here."
Miley easily tangled her legs up with Taylor's, resting her head in the crook of Taylor's neck.
"Baby..." Taylor whispered, one hand sliding up the back of Miley's shirt, gently tracing patterns on Miley's back, the other gently caressing her face.
"Let's go back to Tennessee," Miley said softly, "And start over. We...we can get married, and get a place of our own, and...and just get away from here." She whispered. "I don't want to be here anymore."
"I know, baby," Taylor said softly, gently kissing Miley. "We'll be there this time tomorrow," She promised, "We'll get away for a while."
"Can't you work from home?" Miley whispered.
"Miles," Taylor said softly, "Now that you're not legally binded to Disney, do you know how many other companies will want you?"
Miley shrugged. "Just promise me a few weeks. You, me, my ranch in Tennessee. It's all gated and secured, no paparazzi. We can just be alone. Please?"
Taylor smiled, and nodded, "Of course. I'll tell them I want some time off. They'll give it to me, especially now. But you can't hide forever, Miley. Sooner or later, you have to show them you aren't afraid."
"I'm not afraid." Miley said softly. "I'm scared."
"What's the difference?"
"Afraid is what adults say, and right now, I feel anything but. I'm scared to leave this house, Tay. I'm scared to go in public. I'm scared..."
"What?" Taylor said softly.
"I'm scared they'll rip us apart." She whimpered.
Taylor tightened her arms around Miley, and said softly, "They will never take me away from you. I will kill anyone who tries."
"I'm sorry," Miley suddenly whispered.
"For what, Miley?"
"For being so needy."
"Never apologize for needing me." Taylor said softly. "I love you, Miley. Love you. And nothing will ever change that."
"I love you too," Miley whispered, feverishly kissing her.
As thier kissing intensified, Miley's hands slid under the tank top Taylor had on, rubbing across her warm, smooth skin. When the constraints of the clothing between them began to really aggravate her, Miley let out a noise resembling a whimper, tugging at the fabric separating her and Taylor.
"I want these gone," Miley whispered, stopping their kiss only to breathe out the words. "Take them off," She demanded, already tugging to get her own shirt over her head. "I need you...as close as possible..." She whispered, not wanting anything at all between them.
Taylor complied with her girlfriend's request, sitting up to strip her own clothes off, throwing them across the room, and then helping Miley finish undressing.
Once they were both rid of all their clothing, Taylor gently pushed Miley into a reclined position, her head on her pillows, her soft brunette waves fanned out around her head. She crawled up, pressing her lips to Miley's again, their bodies touching from head to toe.
Miley pushed her fingers through Taylor's blonde curls, trying to pull her closer, kissing her hungrily, with obvious need.
"You're so beautiful," Taylor breathed softly into Miley's ear after moving her lips from Miley's mouth, to press soft kisses all over her face. "So, so beautiful."
"You're more beautiful," Miley scoffed, pushing Taylor's hair away from falling in her face.
"No," Taylor shook her head, "Your beauty is stunning, baby girl...every time I see you, I'm stunned by how radiant you are. Now don't argue with me," Taylor ordered softly. "I just wanna love you, baby. I love you so much."
"I love you, too," Miley whispered, reaching to kiss her once more, "I love you, Taylor. I...I...I just..." Miley mumbled, unsure of what she was trying to say. Taylor covered Miley's lips with her own, kissing her.
"I know," Taylor whispered, "Now shush, baby," She breathed, lips close to Miley's ear, "We're together...always, forever, no matter what." She promised, kissing her lips a few more times, before letting her lips trail to Miley's neck.
Her lips lavished Miley's neck, until she felt the tears falling from Miley's eyes. She looked up, and her heart fell, seeing Miley in tears again.
"Baby," She cooed softly, "Baby, don't cry, please." She pleaded, wiping at her tears. Miley tried to sit up, and Taylor rolled off of her, sitting beside her, as Miley sat, the tesrs falling uncontrollably, and she buried her face against Taylor.
"How can they see us as so wrong?" She sobbed, "What's so wrong about us loving each other? The love I feel for you is...the most amazing, pure, happy, beautiful, strongest thing I have ever felt, but people see it as so bad!" She shouted. "Disney, your...your parents. They think it's so wrong, Taylor, but it feels so right, so how can it be wrong?"
"It's not wrong, baby," Taylor said forcefully, gently pushing Miley away from her so she could look right at her. "There is nothing on this earth more right than this, and anyone who thinks otherwise can screw themselves." She said, wanting nothing more then to stop the pain that Miley felt, to take it away from her. Seeing that she was hurting, she felt like she was on fire from the inside.
Taylor pressed feather light, loving kisses all over Miley's face, kissing away the tears, before looking her in the eye. "Don't think bout them." She said, "I don't care what they think. All that matters is that we love each other. No one can take that away."
"Promise?" Miley whispered.
"Always." Taylor said back. "Always and forever." She whispered, kissing her deeply, gently laying her back on the bed, rolling on top of her as they kissed.
They knew, that outside of that room was hell.
Even in Miley's own house, their publicists were getting call after call from the outside world with question after question, lie after lie. Outside the gates that protected her home, the paparazzi were already arriving, waiting. Across town at Disney headquarters, people were working overnight to try their best to erase Miley's name from their company, pulling every TV ad she was in, cancelling Hannah Montana and pulling it from the airing schedule. By morning, Disney lawyers will have sent orders to all retailers nationwide that sold anything Miley related that was endorsed by Disney. Throughout the state, country, and world, everyone was getting word of what had happened, by the time they woke up it would be all over every news stand and tabloid world wide.
They knew this.
That hell was starting. That Miley's world was crumbling around her, out from under her.
They knew how painful the next weeks, the next months were going to be. They knew it, and just for tonight, they tried to forget. They didn't think about it, as they kissed, touched, moved together, loving each other in the most intimate, close way they could.
They were ok right then, because they were together. They knew what was happening, but they made an unspoken agreement not to bring it up. As their friends and publicists left, as Miley's family began departing to their separate rooms, as the hell spread hard and fast in the world outside the four walls of Miley's bedroom, they cuddled close together in their own little perfect world. They felt safe, secure, like nothing was wrong, and they wanted to keep pretending, even if the security would only last until the sun came up and they had to start dealing with it.