Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

asshole photographers (TW)

tw: body shaming and mentions of e.d
please please please don't read this if you're triggered by any of these things, take care of yourselves <3

Taylor's POV

"Taylor! So good to have you here, come in, come in!" 

"Hi Jessie." I smiled as she waved me into the studio, clipboard in hand as always. I'd worked with her on multiple occasions doing photoshoots over the years, and we got along like a house on fire. "How are you? How's Lila?"

"I'm great, she's great, she's off doing a piece in LA right now." Jessie told me. Her wife - Lila - was a journalist and was always off somewhere. "Alright, we've run a little behind, so I need you into hair and makeup right away. You know where you're going?"

"Not my first rodeo." I assured her. "Go do your thing."

"I'll swing by soon!" Jessie was already rushing off as she called back to me over her shoulder. I lifted my hand in a wave as I headed to hair and makeup, used to the way she whirled around like she was always needed somewhere, which she was. She always took on too much, but she did her job damn well and everyone knew it too.

We were doing a photoshoot to promote my thirteenth studio album, which was conveniently called Thirteen. I hadn't been able to resist calling it that. Since I'd finished releasing my re-records and had caught up with all the music I'd written and then had to store - The Tortured Poets Department and Karma - I was finally able to write and produce albums one at a time again. I was super excited for Thirteen, and I knew the fans were too. For this one, I'd dug a little into my country roots, bringing that back into the songs more than my other albums. It was kind of like Fearless, and I adored it. 

Hair and makeup didn't take long. I'd left my hair natural and curly, so we added a little more definition but otherwise left it as it already was. Makeup was almost completely natural except for some eye makeup to make the color pop. By midday, I was cleared to go on set. Jessie was already there, chatting to a man who looked maybe a decade or so older than me. She waved me over when she saw me come in, shifting slightly when I walked over. 

"Taylor, this is Adrien." She introduced me to the man. "He's our new photographer."

"Nice to meet you." I smiled, shaking his hand.

"Likewise, Miss Swift, it's a pleasure to be able to work with you." A faint Italian accent came through as he spoke. 

"Please, call me Taylor." 

"Well, Taylor." Adrien smiled, motioning to the set. "Shall we?"

We started doing a few establishing shots, seeing what looked good and what we wanted to focus on. Since I'd never worked with Adrien, it took a little longer than usual for us to work each other out, and I found it a little difficult. There was something off about him, but it was probably nothing. Sometimes I struggled with new photographers, so I stuck at it. However, he didn't seem to be very happy with any of the photos that we produced. Eventually, he stepped out from behind the camera and scrutinized me for a moment. I shifted uncomfortably as his eyes searched for something, and then I frowned when he patted his stomach.

He did it again and I looked down at my own stomach. There was nothing unusual about it at all, but when I looked up, he was still frowning. Confused, I sucked in my stomach as much as I could, and he nodded, moving back behind the camera. Disbelief clouded my expression when I realized that's what he'd wanted me to do and I bit down on the remark that bubbled onto my lips. Was my stomach showing too much? I hadn't even been paying attention to it. I didn't think I needed to. 

"Give me a smile Taylor." Adrien reminded me, and I resumed my facial expressions. He snapped a few more shots and then sighed, shaking his head. "Still not quite." He muttered to himself, walking over. "May I?"