tayvis oneshots

photoshoot gone wrong

taylor's pov:
later tonight i have a photoshoot for the reputation (taylor's version) album covers. it's with a new photographer, im pretty exited because i like to have different styles with my album covers.

i stepped into the studio, and greeted the small team of people, tree, my makeup artist, my stylist, and liam, the new photographer.

"hi, i'm taylor. nice to meet you liam." i said with a soft smile, he smiled back. he seemed okay, i liked that he didn't make a huge deal and treat me like royalty just because im famous.

"okay, do you wanna go get changed first?" he asked, i nodded. the outfit i was supposed to wear is a tight black strapless dress, with gold and silver glitter along the neckline, i thought it was gorgeous.

after i changed and checked with my stylist to make sure it looked nice, i went over to makeup. for my album covers i usually kept with more simpler makeup, but this time we went all out. we had bold eye makeup, smudged black eyeliner and obviously my iconic red lip.

and then it was time for the actually photoshoot.

"alright taylor, could you go ahead and put your arms towards the right a little bit" he said, i did so. he snapped a few pictures, looked at them and shook his head in disbelief.

"let's try that again." he said, as if i did something wrong. did i? he pointed to my stomach and made it very clear it was the issue. "what?" i mumbled softly, not wanting to sound rude.

"suck it in a little, okay?" he snapped back. i looked down at my stomach, and i it looked just like how every others woman's stomach does. i just sighed and tried to hold back tears.

"could you slouch a little more? god you're so tall." he stuttered, making me feel bad about my height. "sorry." i apologized, trying to make myself appear shorter, although it didn't really work because i can't change the way i was born.

"it's fine. just.. don't mess anything else up." he said rudely. i know it was just some random guys opinion, a guy i would never have to see again. but his words hurt, even if i knew they weren't true.

i couple tears started to fall from my eyes, although i tried my best to hold it back it just was getting to me. "i.. uh sorry." i mumbled, trying to wipe the tears out of my eyes.

"just hurry up." he sighed, flipping through the pictures he previously took, shaking his head at every single photo, which definitely didn't help my current state.

"done yet?" liam asked, i nodded. "good, now we can actually get something done." he said, rolling his eyes. he started taking some photos, and then tapped his own stomach as a reminder to suck mine in.

that was my last straw, tears began rolling down my cheeks once again. "god not again." he sighed and looked up at the ceiling, waiting for me to say something. "let's just do a different day, maybe a day when you aren't this emotional and moody?" he asked.

"what?" i mumbled, partially because i didn't hear him, and from what i did hear, it sounded stupid. "just come back when you can handle the shoot. a day when you aren't crying every five minutes." he joked.

i didn't have it in me to respond, i just ran out of the room trying to find someone i knew. luckily tree was standing not to far away from the door, and saw me crying.

"tay, honey what's wrong?" she asked, embracing me in a much needed hug. "i.. i don't know. everything." i cried, she nodded as i spoke.

"hey hey it will be okay. do you want me to get travis? he's here somewhere, he was gonna surprise you after the shoot, but i think we can find him now." she told me, i nodded my head immediately.

she called his number, and located him not to far away and he came as quickly as he could. at this time i was just crying in the middle of the hallway, tree holding a box of tissues.

"oh babygirl, what happened?" he asked, sitting next to me on the floor. "liam.. he's just a bitch." i mumbled as he hoisted me into his lap. "oh baby, i'm sorry." he breathed "do you wanna talk about it?" he asked.

"later.. please?" i said in between sobs, him gently holding me. once the situation was under control and tree had promised to change the photoshoot, tree let me and travis have some alone time in my dressing room.

"ready to talk?" he asked, not in a forceful voice. "i.. yeah." i sighed, knowing i couldn't just hold it in forever.

"he made me feel bad about literally everything. first he kept telling me to suck on my stomach, slouch because i was too tall, and when i started crying, he... he didn't even apologize. he just told me to come back a day were i wasn't so moody." i tried to explain.

"oh honey, that's awful. he shouldn't of said any of that." he responded, giving me a kiss on my cheek. "i know. it just hurts i guess" i mumbled quietly.

"i know it does, im proud of you for telling me, yeah? that's important, now we know to get a different photographer." he smiled gently, i shrugged and nodded.

"well let's get home now, do you wanna change out of the dress?" he asked. i didn't respond for a minute. "travis?" i asked, ignoring his previous question.

"does this dress make me look bad?" i asked, looking into the mirror, spinning around in the dress. "what? of course not babygirl. you look wonderful in everything bff, especially that dress" he smiled, helping me get changed.

"i'm sorry travis" i said once we where alone together in the car. "for what love?" he questioned me. "i don't know. for just being a mess i guess, i don't look like i did 10 years ago, and all i ever do is cry and complain." i started to say.

"you aren't a mess baby. i love you, i love you a lot. you know that, right?" he asked, i nodded. "i love you too trav." i smiled.

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