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TW: alcohol, vomit

Taylor lays down on the hotel bed, in the darkness. Tears stream down her face; a mix of exhaustion and heartache.

She was a broken mess; her hair matted on her face, messy makeup and a wettened face. She pushes it out of her face and chokes for air.

She hears a knock on the hotel door. "Come in." Her raw, hoarse voice calls.

Her mother, Andrea, comes into the room. "You need to lock that door, with all these crazy fans chasing after you." She scolds.

She comes to her broken daughter and hugs her. Taylor buries her face in her mother's shoulder and sobs. "I can't do this anymore. I physically cannot do this."

Andrea strokes her daughters golden hair. "I know splitting up with Joe is a lot for you. I've been there too."

Taylor lifts her head up, and tucks her hair out her face. "I loved him so much mom. I almost burst into tears on the stage tonight."

"I know you did. But you pushed through and put your fans first. I could never do that, and that's something I admire about you." Her mother says. "Once this stage is over, you will feel better than ever."

Taylor nods but stays quiet. This isn't her first breakup, but her first breakup after a 6-year relationship. "I know." She says quietly.

Her mother pats her back. "You need rest. Go get ready for bed. Do you want me to stay here for the night?"

Taylor nods. "Please mom." Her mother nods and quickly leaves to change into her pajamas.

Taylor goes into the bathroom and washes off all her makeup and brushes her teeth. She brushes out her long hair and then changes into her kitten pajamas her brother Austin bought for her a few years back.

She turns off the light and heads back into the bedroom. She lays on the bed and holds back tears. Her mother comes back and they both lay down, with Taylor in her arms. She felt like a little kid again. Soon Taylor falls into a deep sleep.

•

The next day, Taylor takes her mother out for lunch. They head to a local italian restaurant. To her relief, paparazzi hadn't found them yet. They both order diffrent kinds of pasta, and get into a deep conversation.

Soon enough the two women get spotted, forcing them to leave the restaurant. They make it back to the hotel. Just in time too, since Taylor had to start getting ready for her concert tonight. Her stylists whisk her away to the venue where they will begin the four, long, crucial hours of prepping.

They lay out all her outfits for the night, double-checking that they have all the right ones. Once that is done, they do a last-minute sound check. Then it is really time to get ready. They start with her hair, and slowly straighten out her long hair. Her nails are painted, one color for each ten era, and her makeup is done. She puts on her clear leggings and is zipped up into the 'Lover' era bodysuit. Today Taylor is wearing the hot pink one. She puts on her matching boots and grabs the microphone. She sits on the couch and waits. Andrea comes over and notices her anxiety.

"You can do this." She reassures her daughter.

Taylor nods and stares at her hands.

"Alright Taylor, you're up. We start in ten minutes." The stage director tells her. She nods and follows him to the little mechanism that brings her up onto the stage.

She gets her ear peice put in and turns on her microphone. "Three, two, one, action!"

She is lifted up. The huge 'Lover' sheets move out of her way, as the blinding lights hit her.

•

The next morning, an exhausted Taylor boards her private jet. Finally, it is time for her three month break. They make a quick stop in Nashville to drop off her mother.

"I'll see you later." Taylor tells Andrea.

"Love you honey." She hugs her daughter then hurries off.

They fly Taylor back to her mansion in New York, to be finally alone.

She gets a quick ride from the airport to her home. It was a rainy day in New York, which happened to match her mood. She is given a umbrella and is escorted inside her house, fortunate enough to avoid paparazzi.

For the first time in months, she was alone. She changes her outfit into a random pair of sweats and undoes her hair. She eyes her liquor cabinet. "Fuck it." She mumbles.

Taylor fishes around for a wine glass. She pulls out her hardest wine, one she could barely handle herself, and pours herself a generous amount. She gulps it down and tears spring out of her eyes. She leans against the wall and chokes start to arise from deep in her throat. Slowly, they make there way up into muffled sobs. Taylor keeps drinking her wine until she can't handle it anymore. She rushes herself to the bathroom, but is a moment too late. She drops to her hands and knees as a mix bile and tears pour out of her mouth.

Her head spins too much, and she is slightly unaware that there was a mess infront of her. She uses the wall behind her to get back on her feet. After a few tries, with multiple tripping incidents, she gets back to her wine. She takes the bottle and moves over to her couch. She lays down, crying, and slowly sips until she falls asleep.
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A/N

heyy guys!! this is my first tayvis fanfic. as you can already tell its not following up with any actual events, and that was my intention. ofc, major things that happened will be mentioned, but otherwise the whole story is entirely made up. have a great day!! xoxo