Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

i promised you an album (artist of the year pt 2)

Taylor's POV

I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. 

When I'd joked about giving Travis a photo album of myself back in February, I'd actually been joking. Maybe he'd been joking too, but almost two months ago, I'd decided to actually go for it. I'd spent a very long time searching through possible photographers to find one that I wanted to reach out to, and it had taken me a very long time to settle on one. Obviously, I had to be very careful about who I chose, since if any of the photos got leaked, I didn't think my career would ever recover.

Eventually though, I'd found a photographer that was perfect. She was a few years older than me, had been photographing boudoir for almost twenty years. Brittany had recommended her to me, since apparently she'd used her when she'd done something similar to Patrick. It had taken all of my courage to admit to Brittany what I was doing, but she'd just laughed and told me it was a great idea. In her words, it was going to get me 'so damn laid that you probably won't leave the house for a week'. She trusted this woman, and I trusted Brittany, so I'd agreed to try it out.

I pulled up to her studio at eleven and spent a few minutes in my car trying to hype myself up for it. From the emails we'd exchanged, she'd made it perfectly clear that nothing was done without my consent and I could back out at any point. She'd delete every photo no questions asked the second I asked her to. 

At five past, I finally got out of the car, tugging my hoodie low over my forehead just in case. I didn't need any paparazzi spotting me here. Imagine the rumors. I'd done my best to disguise myself, even buying a whole new outfit that I'd never be seen dead in normally to wear. 

"Hi, welcome in!" A friendly woman smiled at me from behind a desk when I walked in. "You're here to see Emily right?"

"Yeah." I nodded, and she stood up.

"Great, follow me." She motioned for me to follow her down a hallway, and I put my hood down when we were out of sight of the front door. Tapping twice on a door, she pushed it open and led me inside. "I'll leave you guys to it." She smiled at me before backing out of the room and closing the door. 

"Hi Taylor, I'm Emily." A tall brunette straightened up from where she was bent over a computer and smiled at me, holding out her hand. 

"Nice to meet you." I smiled nervously, shaking her hand. Her smiled set me at ease, but I still wasn't sure about this.

"So, I've booked out the entire afternoon for us so we can take as long as you need." Emily started off. "And I want to reiterate that at any point if you feel uncomfortable or want to stop, just say the word and I'll wipe the camera and you can leave." She stared at me like she was really trying to put the point across, and I nodded. "I've got some mock ups from previous clients - their faces are blurred out obviously - that you can look over. They're organized by levels of...nudity I guess you could say. It's totally up to you what you want to start with, so why don't you have a look through these and let me know where you think you want to set a limit."

"Okay." I nodded as she handed me a folder, starting to flip through. I really wanted to go all out for Travis, and I trusted him more than anything not to share the photos with anyone, but I was still a little nervous. Emily seemed perfectly nice and trustworthy and professional, but was I comfortable taking off my clothes in front of an almost stranger? I knew I didn't have to take off any clothes if I didn't want to, but it wouldn't be the pictures I promised Travis. "I think I'd be willing to give everything a shot." I eventually looked up at Emily. "Maybe if we just start small and see how we go." 

"Yeah, whatever works for you." She nodded. "You want to do a couple test shots just like this and see how you like the way they look?"

I nodded, putting the folder back down. Emily directed me over to the set I'd chosen; a red and black double bed with a sleek canopy bed frame, adorned with tied back red curtains to match the sheets. It was dark, sexual, erotic, and I felt kind of silly standing next to it fully clothed.