Like Daylight (Taylor swift imagines💅)

Bad [girl] with a price, you know that I bought it🩷 (gxg)

Hey this is really bad I know but I've been absolutely swamped with studying for all my exams and then work has been piling up hopefully once it's all over I can redeem myself. I'm incredibly sorry I love you lots
XOXO -Ivy🫶🏼

WARNINGS: A TINY MOLECULE OF SMUT LIKE U HAVE TO SQUINT TO NOTICE IT, TAYLOR BEING A TERRIBLE PERSON BUT WE FORGIVE HER CAUSE WERE THAT DESPERATE. London boy mentioned for those who are triggered.
Just a quick mention that this is all fiction and none of it is real. Don't forget to vote and comment but be nice to me because I know this one is bad.

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I never meant for things to get so complicated between Taylor and me. We started off as friends, just two young girls navigating the crazy world of Hollywood together. But somewhere along the way, my feelings for Taylor shifted. I fell for her, hard.

We had always been close, sharing secrets and late-night conversations. And then, one night, things took a different turn. It started off innocent enough, just a few drinks and some laughter. But before I knew it, our friendship crossed a line. We became friends with benefits, a secret we kept from everyone else.

I knew it was wrong, that we were playing with fire. But I couldn't resist Taylor. She was like a drug, addictive and intoxicating. And the way she made me feel in bed, well, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. She knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me lose control.

But then, Taylor met Joe. I tried to be happy for her, I really did. But deep down, I knew it spelled trouble for us. Taylor promised that our arrangement would end once she was in a serious relationship. But the months turned into years, and we were still sneaking around behind Joe's back.

And then, one day, Joe was out of the picture. Taylor was single again, and I let my hopes soar. Maybe this was our chance to be together, for real this time.

It was another late night at Taylor's place. We had just finished watching a movie when things started to heat up between us. Our friends with benefits arrangement had always been exciting, but tonight it felt different. There was an intensity in the air, a spark that seemed to ignite every touch and kiss between us. Taylor's hands were roaming over my body, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the desire building between us, a need that we both couldn't deny.

As we moved to the bedroom, passion consumed us. Taylor's lips were on mine, their softness driving me wild. Our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, each touch sending waves of pleasure through me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, a connection so deep and raw that it left me breathless.

And then, in the darkness of the night, as our bodies tangled together in ecstasy, I whispered those three words that had been lingering on the tip of my tongue for so long. "I love you," I confessed, my voice barely a whisper in the stillness of the room.

Taylor's movements stilled for a moment, their eyes searching mine. And in that moment, I saw a flicker of something in Taylor's eyes, a hint of something I couldn't quite place. But before I could dwell on it, the passion between us reignited, and we were lost in each other once again.

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. Confusion clouded my mind as I checked my phone and saw the headlines plastered all over the tabloids. Taylor Swift in a new relationship with Travis. My heart sank as the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Taylor had moved on, leaving me behind without a second thought.

Devastation clawed at my chest as I tried to process what had happened. I felt betrayed, hurt, and utterly broken. How could Taylor do this to me after everything we had shared? After all those years of friendship and more, how could they just throw it away for someone else?

Days turned into weeks, and Taylor's attempts to reach out went unanswered. I couldn't bring myself to face them, the pain too raw and fresh. But one day, Taylor showed up at my doorstep, determination in their eyes.

"We need to talk," Taylor said, their voice pleading. "Please, just hear me out."

I shook my head, my resolve like steel. "There's nothing left to say, Taylor. You made your choice, and now you have to live with it."

The hurt flashed across Taylor's face, their eyes filled with regret. We stood their arguing for what felt like ages but then, in a moment of anger and desperation, Taylor's words cut through me like a knife.

"You mean nothing to me, Y/n," Taylor spat out, their voice laced with venom. "You were just an easy fuck, nothing more. I never loved you. I never will."

The words hit me like a sledgehammer, the pain almost suffocating. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I felt like a fool, played by someone I thought I knew so well.In that moment, I knew that I had to let go of Taylor, no matter how much it hurt.

"Get out, Taylor," I said, my voice cold and steady. "I don't want to see you again."With tears streaming down my face, I pushed Taylor away, the door slamming shut behind her.

As I collapsed onto the floor, the tears wouldn't stop flowing. The one person I had trusted and loved had shattered my heart into a million pieces.

Days turned into weeks, and the ache in my heart never seemed to fade. I tried to push Taylor's hurtful words out of my mind, but they lingered like a dark cloud overhead. I threw myself into work, trying to bury my emotions under a mountain of deadlines and meetings, but it was useless. Taylor's betrayal haunted me day and night, a constant reminder of the love I had lost.

And then, one day, when I least expected it, there was a knock on my door. With a heavy heart, I opened it to find Taylor standing on the other side, their eyes filled with regret and sorrow. My initial instinct was to slam the door in their face, but something in me hesitated. Maybe it was the flicker of hope deep within my soul, or maybe it was the love that still lingered in the depths of my heart.

"I'm sorry, Y/n," Taylor's voice was barely a whisper, filled with emotion. "I was scared, I was confused. I let my fears and insecurities get the best of me, and I made a huge mistake. I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to push you away."

I stood there, speechless, as Taylor poured her heart out to me. The walls I had built around my heart started to crumble, and I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. How could I stay mad at someone who was willing to lay themselves bare in front of me, to show me their vulnerability and their flaws?

"I know I messed up, and I know I have a lot to make up for," Taylor continued, their voice trembling. "But please, give me another chance. I promise I will do everything in my power to make things right. I can't imagine my life without you, Y/n. I love you."

The words hung in the air, heavy with emotion and sincerity. I could see the fear and love in Taylor's eyes, the raw vulnerability that lay beneath her facade. And in that moment, I knew that I couldn't turn her away.

But it wouldn't be easy. I had been hurt deeply, and trust didn't come easy to me. Taylor would have to put in the work, prove their love and commitment to me every step of the way. And as I looked into her eyes, I saw the determination and resolve that mirrored my own.

"Okay," I finally whispered, a tear slipping down my cheek. "I'll give you another chance, Taylor. But don't you ever break my heart again."

Taylor pulled me into her arms, holding me tightly as if they were afraid I would slip away again. And as we stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, I felt a glimmer of hope spark within my soul. Maybe, just maybe, this love was worth fighting for.