Taylor Swift imagines▪️GXG▪️

Crying in your arms

Y/n pov

Stress is a bitch. It creeps in on you right whenever you really wished it hadn't; for example, right now. I haven't been stressed in a while but now that my unmotivated depression mental state is and has been gone for a couple years now, Stress is slowly making its way back into my life. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I'm no longer unmotivated and completely care-free, In a very very bad way, but when you get used to without something that something makes its way back like a boomerang and hits you in the head.

That boomerang hit me hard this morning and I couldn't pull myself together since. I'm not even sure what I'm stressed about because I keep mostly everything organized and on schedule, for the specific purpose of not getting overwhelmed like this. I guess that didn't work though, because I've had about 3 panic attacks and a mental breakdown since taylor walked out the door. It might be wise to call her but I'd rather not disturb her while she's working and instead just wait it out until she gets here.

"Gorgeous! I'm home!", Taylor called when she got here. "Upstairs!", I called back, my voice cracking a bit when I did. I heard soft footsteps trail up the stairs and to our bedroom I was currently in, opening the door slowly. I guess she saw the mascara smeared under my eyes and the stuffed animal hugged into my chest because she ran over to my side. "Babygirl, what happened? Why are you crying?", she asked as got onto the bed, "I-I don't know", I sniffled into the pillow that I now had my face buried in.

"That's okay, sometimes we're sad and don't know why, it's alright. Can you look at me?", she said after getting off the bed to walk over to my side and kneel on the floor. I felt her tuck strains of hair behind my ear and place gentle kisses all over my face. I whimpered but soon looked up from my pillow to see her, presented with a warm smile. "My beautiful girl", she whispered before whining away tear stains that ran down my cheeks.

"Can you hold me?", I asked her, she just giggled, "of course, scoot", she told me and I shuffled over a bit so she could lay next to me. She pulled me closer to lay my head on her chest, "do you need anything else?", she sincerely asked me, "No, I just wanna watch a documentary", I answered. The sound of her heartbeat was assurance to me in some particular way no one else could fulfill. I made me feel safe to be tightly wrapped in her arms and have body heat being shared between the two of us.

She got out her laptop to watch a documentary because we both favored that over a TV sometimes. But once it was playing, I was knocked out cold on her chest. "Y/n?", she asked with no response. "God you're cute", she mumbled and kissed my forehead repeatedly while her hands traced around my back delicatly.

Stress is a demon; but Taylor's an angel.