𝓘𝓽'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓞𝓴𝓪𝔂🫶

3

TAYLORS POV

I sit still with y/n cuddled up in my arms, not to sound cocky but she seems a lot more calm when I'm holding or hugging her, I think I calm her down. She seems relaxed now, her legs no longer bouncing up and down and she isn't picking at the skin around her nails. I honestly feel so proud knowing that my simple actions have such a positive effect on her.

I was surprised with how eager she was to climb into my arms because she seems like a very reserved person. Shes quiet. Not just because she's grieving now, her aunt had told me many times that she's shy.

I don't really think she's shy, I think she might have social anxiety. I notice that she slightly blushes and her eyes tear up a little whenever I talk to her.
(THIS HAPPENS TO ME WHENEVER ANYONE TAKKS TO ME AND ITS SO ANNOYING I LITERALLY GO BRIGHT RED WHENEVER I TALK TO ANYONE AND THEN MY EYES TEAR UP AND MY HANDS START SHAKING ITS SO EMBARASSING)

I really want her to know that she can talk to me "By the way, you can talk to me about anything, of course you can talk about your aunt but I mean anything. If you ever need advice or you're worried or you just want someone to talk to you can always come to me. It can be a text, call or we can meet up. Any time, anywhere. I'm serious
y/n, you can trust me."

I look at y/n who looks surprised at my words.
"I know this is hard for you too Taylor, you can talk to me about it aswell. Even though I'm younger than you that doesn't mean that I'm gonna dump everything on you. You're allowed to feel sad. I know that you're tied together with a smile but I can see that you're so sad about this, and you have every right to be, after all she is your best friend"

That's the most I've ever heard her talk. She really does have a way with words, I can tell that she's a thinker.
"Thank you, thank you so much y/n. I really appreciate you saying that"

Even though her words were truly touching, no matter what she said to me, I will not be the first one to start crying infront of her. I don't want to upset her even more, she's only 15 she can't be taking care of me while her heart is also shattered.

For a few moments after it was silent. No words were spoken and the only sound is the TV playing. Im playing with y/ns hair as she is clinging on to me. Her arms are wrapped around my torso and her head is on my chest.

Suddenly, y/n speaks up.
"You don't act like a famous person" she says.
I giggle a bit in confusion "what do you mean?" I ask in a playful tone.
"No,no that's a good thing! Like if you weren't THE Taylor Swift and I didn't know that you were famous I wouldn't have guessed if I had just met you. You're so humble and kind and you're extremely thoughtful and caring. You have a perfect personality" y/n says.

I'm stunned at her words. I'm so happy to know that she likes me, I'm also really pleased to hear that the fame hasn't changed my personality, although I wouldn't speak so highly of it as y/n does. She's also talking a lot more, I'm happy that she's getting more comfortable with me.

"I can see why your auntie loves you so much! Thank you so much baby, I really try not to let the fame get to me and I'm glad to hear that you think I'm still nice" I say gently, while cupping her cheeks and I place a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Suddenly, y/n lets out a sob. I'm quick to comfort her. I hold her even tighter and whisper sweet nothings into her ear. Shes crying so much I can feel it going through my shirt. I rub her back as I hug her. She's clinging onto me with every limb that she has, as if I'm going to leave her.

"It's okay baby, let it out, I'm here, I'm not going anywhere" I say to her, in hopes of reassuring her a little. To be honest, I'm on the verge of tears myself but I can't cry now, not when y/n needs me.