Taylor Swift Imagines | gxg only!

she finds you crying?!

(i didnt know what to name this, and it's not fully proofread but whatever)

You're hunched over in a bathroom stall, your feet on the edge of the toilet and your head against your knees, sobbing your heart out. You and your boyfriend just broke up, and it hasn't even been that long since your relationship started, but it felt like a knife was twisted in you.

Sick to your stomach, you try to choke the tears back, but just end up crying harder. All of a sudden, you hear the door creak open, and shoes squeaking against the smooth, concrete-like floors. Lots of voices are overlapping, and you recognize them belonging to a particular group of girls. They were the typical popular group, and you'd rather die than be caught by them. You hear them gossiping, and debating over how to do their makeup. In a frenzy, you cup your hands over your mouth to try to stifle your crying, but it doesn't work all too well. The voices suddenly pause, and one speaks up.

"Did you guys hear something?"

Their silence makes your crying all the more obvious, and one pair of feet are making their way over to the stall you're in. Three knocks come, and you see a tall shadow from under the door.

You mumble shakily, "S-someone's in here..."

A confident voice booms out from the other side of the metal, and you recognize it as Taylor's. Taylor was well known, and she was stupidly hot. You've never really talked to her, but she has a reputation of being pretty bitchy.

"Are you.. crying?" Taylor asks. There's a twinge of judgment in her tone, but she also seems a bit genuinely concerned. You don't reply, and it's silent as she waits for an answer.

The tall girl keeps knocking, more persistently each time. "Hello?"

Eventually, you realize that you'll never have peace by yourself until you deal with her. You reluctantly stretch forward and unlock the door, keeping your head down. The blonde catches you in the awkward position you're in, and looks you over as the corners of her mouth curve upwards.

Taylor is silent as she crosses her arms and steps in, shutting the door and leaning against the wall. The two of you are now in the cramped bathroom stall, which seemed to have gotten even smaller. The scent of her fills up the space between the both of you. Your chest feels tight, and she just stands there before finally speaking up.

"You good?" Taylor questions, and it still feels like she's judging you. You jump up, startled.

When you don't answer, she steps forward. Your face feels hot from the close proximity, and the silent tears running down your face. You see Taylor's hand reaching forward, and choose to ignore it-that is, until she gently grabs your chin, tilting your head upward. As the blonde observes your face and forces you to look at her, you notice she's quite pretty. Her blue eyes are piercing into your skin as she gazes at you with a curiosity.

"Are you okay? Answer me." Taylor's voice was a tiny bit deeper than most girls, but it added to her appeal. Right now, it was somehow relaxing when her words tingled your ears.

Again, you shrug and mumble, "Sort of.."

Taylor lets go of your chin, and scoffs. "Sort of? Yeah that must be why you're crying right now," she says sarcastically, "now what's really got you so down? Got broken up with or something?" Her eyebrow is raised, and she's awaiting an answer again, although she was mostly joking with her assumption.

You quickly put your legs down so your feet touch the tiles, and wipe your tears with the sleeve of your hoodie.

"I- uh.." You mutter while sniffling, then just nod your head, still quite shaken up from only having stopped crying a few seconds ago.