Summary: In the midst of intimacy, Taylor notices your scars.
⚠️Warning: Slightly heavy makeout and mentions of SH.
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You and Taylor got lost in each other's bliss. Taylor had brought you upstairs to her bedroom after your makeout downstairs got too heated to keep on the couch.
You and Taylor had been together for a little over five months now and decided to take things a step forward in your relationship.
As soon as you reached the top of the stairs, you placed your lips back on Taylor's and she blindly led you to her room.
She struggled with the door as she attempted to close it while keeping your lips connected. Once it was shut, she led you to her bed and laid you down.
You moaned softly as she moved to your neck and began biting and sucking at your skin, leaving love bites across your delicate skin.
Taylor kissed down your neck as you sighed and tangled your fingers in her soft, blonde hair.
This was kind of just a heat-of-the-moment thing for the two of you, so it completely slipped your mind when she began to take your shirt off that she would see your scars on your hips and waist for the first time.
Taylor slowly lifted your shirt off of you. You lightly whimpered at her fingers dancing across your bare skin.
She slowly led her kisses and love bites across your chest. You moaned and whimpered as she carefully bit on the exposed parts of your breasts from your bra.
She kissed down your stomach and sides, slowly scratching at your hips. She stopped her movements as she felt small bumps under her fingertips.
She opened her eyes and looked to what she felt, only for her heart to slowly break at what she saw.
"Baby, what happened to you?" She asked you as she studied the healed cuts across your skin.
You looked to what she was looking at, only for you to regret ever letting her take your shirt off. You sunk yourself into the bed as she looked at you curiously.
"Um, they're self harm scars," you tell her in a quiet voice. Taylor could feel her heart break as she looked from your eyes to your scars.
She traced her thumb over a few fresh cuts, only being maybe a couple days old.
"Do you still do it?" She asks. She knew the answer to that, but she wanted confirmation from you.
You nodded slowly. You knew you couldn't lie because she had already seen your fresh cuts.
"Not as much as I used to," you add, "...but sometimes I still do it."
Taylor caressed your waist as she frowned at your scars. "Do you have more anywhere else?" She asked, a hint of hope in her voice that what she was seeing was it.
You nodded your head as you took off your sweatpants to show her the cuts across your thighs.
She felt the tears starting to form in her eyes as she looked across your body at your cuts and scars.
"Why didn't you tell me about this?" She asks in a sad voice.
You shrug. "I don't know. It just never got brought up, I guess. I also didn't want you to think that I'm ungreatful for everything you give me because I still do it sometimes."
"Baby, I would never, ever think anything like that of you," she tells you as she caresses your cheeks and jaw lightly. "I know what it's like when you struggle with your mental health because I went through that too, and I know that it's a lot more than what people see."
You feel a few tears fall down your face as you listen to her.
She picked up your sweatpants and grabbed an oversized shirt from her closet and helped you get dressed again before lying down next to you.
"You don't have to tell me everything, but I'd like to at least know a little bit," She tells you as she pulls you closer to herself.
"Well, you know that I have bad anxiety about a lot of things and I overthink way too much," you start as you get comfortable in her arms, putting your head on her chest as she ran her fingers through your hair. "On my Instagram posts, some people comment on how they don't know how you could possibly want to be with me, knowing that you're like, the greatest pop star in the world and I'm just an average person who works at an animal sanctuary full-time. I know that they only say that because they're jealous or angry, but on my bad days I overthink it a lot, and sometimes I convince myself that what they say is true."
Taylor takes a deep breath, angry at her so-called "fans", and so upset that you have to deal with all of it.
"Just a couple days ago, I cut myself again because there were so many of those comments on my most recent post of us on our date," you tell her. "I'm sorry I didn't tel you sooner."
"Don't be sorry, my love," Taylor tells you and kisses your head lovingly. "I know it can be difficult to tell people about what's going on. All I care about is that now I know and don't ever be afraid to come to me if you need anything. If you need to talk or get support, or if you just need cuddles and kisses, I'll always be right here."
You smile at her words and move your head to look up at her. She looks back down at you with a smile before leaning down and giving you a soft, passionate, and loving kiss to your lips.
You felt her hand come down to your waist and start tracing stars over your clothed skin.
"What are you doing?" You giggle.
"I'm drawing stars around your scars," she tells you with her goofy smile that you love.
You laugh and shake your head. "You're so dorky."
The two of you laugh with each other before you settle yourself back with your head on her chest.
"I love you, y/n/n," Taylor mumbles into your hair.
"I love you more, Tay," you respond with a smile before falling asleep with Taylor's arms wrapped securely around you.
