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come back, be here (Pt 1)

hii guys!! thank you so much for 113 votes and 4.4k reads????????!!!!!! you guys are the best, im so thankful you have enjoyed this book.

at 5k reads ill probably do something special, like a double update or a triple one, that be fun. 

i got really bored so I did someones request :)))

this was requested by:

violeteleia

(Also praying they have this saved so they can read it if the @ doesnt work again!!)

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Taylors POV:

Travis's urgent plea echoed in my ears as I briskly made my way toward the dressing room, his voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and genuine concern.

"Taylor, please don't go on that stage! You're sick for god's sake!"

My steps faltered for a moment, but I quickly regained my resolve, brushing off his words with a dismissive wave.

"For the last time, I'm not sick. It's probably just some cramp!" I retorted, my tone clipped as I disappeared into the sanctuary of my dressing room.

In truth, Travis was right to worry. Ever since we had touched down in Singapore, a persistent ache had gnawed at my abdomen, growing more insistent with each passing hour. But despite the nagging discomfort, I couldn't entertain the thought of backing out now. Not when this show marked the culmination of months of hard work and dedication. Not when it was the final performance before a well-deserved break.

No, I couldn't afford to succumb to weakness, not now. With a steely determination coursing through my veins, I squared my shoulders and faced my reflection in the mirror. Travis might have reservations, but I was resolute in my decision. I would take to the stage, pain be damned. Nothing could deter me from delivering a performance worthy of my fans' unwavering support.

With a firm nod to myself, I steeled my nerves and stepped out of the dressing room, ready to face the challenge head-on. Travis's protests may have lingered in the air, but I remained steadfast in my resolve. Tonight, I would give it my all, no matter the cost.

With every step closer to the stage, the weight of anticipation mingled with the relentless ache in my abdomen. I braced myself, drawing in a deep breath to steel my resolve as I prepared to be hoisted onto the platform before a sea of eager faces, each one representing a piece of the 80,000-strong crowd.

The lift ascended slowly, each passing moment accompanied by a surge of discomfort that threatened to derail my focus. But I refused to succumb to the pain, knowing that I couldn't afford to falter in the midst of a performance.

As the first notes of the concert echoed through the stadium, I launched into the opening set with a mixture of determination and grit. Despite the agony pulsing through my body, I pushed through each song, my movements measured and cautious, a stark contrast to the usual fluidity of my stage presence.

To the untrained eye, I appeared no different from any other night, my smile radiant and my energy infectious. But beneath the veneer of confidence, I grappled with waves of discomfort that threatened to engulf me with every passing moment.

With each passing song, the pain intensified, a constant reminder of the physical toll exacted by my relentless dedication to the stage. Yet, fueled by adrenaline and sheer determination, I pressed on, refusing to let my audience down.

As I delved into the next set, my voice ringing out with unwavering clarity, I masked the turmoil within, channeling every ounce of strength into delivering a performance that transcended the limitations of my own body.