Style || Taylor Swift

Chapter Two

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The era's tour had now taken over her life for nearly one year, and boy what a year Taylor has had.

Taylor's own reputation was almost tarnished years ago, and as much as she had bounced back from it now, she still had her moments of doubt.

There were people out there who hadn't changed their minds on the entire situation, and despite knowing she shouldn't care what others think, she still did.

Going on this tour, however, made her realise just how much things had changed in her life for the better.

Things were looking up for her, and she didn't think that she would have this feeling of success again. Some nights she would think back to the many nights that she spent alone, or with Alessia Cadieux, when she was feeling particularly down about the situation that was going on.

Currently, Taylor was on a small break from tour before going overseas to other countries in the new year. She had just spent some time with her family after having felt like she had been away from this for a long while, and as much as she loved them, she always enjoyed being back home and embracing the time to herself before she went back on tour.

The tour version of Taylor was entirely different to the non-tour version. The tour version consisted of set routines throughout the day, vocal rest and structure.

Non-tour version consisted of the total opposite, even though she knew she should be resting and preparing her body for the next tour dates.

Rather than spending the evening on her own, Taylor made plans with friends. Going out, and celebrating the year that she had had so far. Little did she know that the following year was going to be even greater.

As she touched up on her signature red lipstick and smoothed out her dress, she received a text from a group chat that had all her friends in it, asking how much longer she would be.

Taylor had spent a large portion of the day in meetings which all ran late and she was just thankful that she only had one commitment with her stylist tomorrow.

With one last check in the mirror, Taylor grabbed her handbag from her bed and slid her phone into it before heading out of the apartment and into the elevator to take her down to the black SUV that would be waiting outside for her.

On the journey there, she knew that the party had started without her. The drunken calls and texts that were sent her way geared her up for a messy night, but then again, she wasn't sure she wanted too much to drink.

That's what they all say, right?

Unfortunately for her, someone had tattled on them and the paparazzi were there, already waiting for her arrival. Either that, or they were eagerly awaiting them leaving at the end of the night.

Once she was out of the car, Taylor kept her head down as Greg walked alongside her, keeping the paparazzi back until she was in the club.

Instantly she was met with the smell of alcohol and loud music, mixed with the voices of her friends calling her over to join them. Taylor made her way over, careful not to bump into anyone on the way over and slid into the seat beside Gigi.

"What do you want to drink and I'll fix you up a little something?" Gigi spoke up as she finished taking a sip of her drink and then proceeded to reach over to the bucket of alcohol and mixers that were in front of them.