I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

I Do I Don't Maybe It's You

Love Me Like a Sailor II!

"Do you love her?"

"Taylor, I —"

"Do you love her?"

You grit your teeth and clench your fists. Taylor's question still echoes in your mind, the words hanging heavy in the dressing room.

She had requested you backstage during a break between sets. Your girlfriend had shrieked so loud, thinking she'd finally get to meet her idol. But the guard asked for you and you alone, which elicited a look of suspicion from her. But she let you go.

And so here you are, being questioned about your intentions with your own girlfriend by the woman who broke your heart a million times over.

"Answer me, Y/N," Taylor says, her voice dangerously low and almost seductive.

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, a mixture of anger and confusion rising within you. The room feels smaller, the walls closing in as Taylor steps closer. Her eyes bore into yours, searching for something, some truth she believes she already knows.

"Why does it matter to you, Taylor?" you finally manage to ask, your voice strained. "You made your choice a long time ago."

Taylor's lips curl into a small, knowing smile. "I did," she admits, her tone almost too calm. "But I see things differently now."

Your fists unclench slightly, but the tension remains. "Differently? You can't just —"

"Can't just what?" she interrupts, taking another step forward. The scent of her perfume is intoxicating, familiar in a way that makes your head spin. "Can't just walk back into your life and ask you to be honest with me? Because that's all I'm asking for, Y/N. The truth."

You swallow hard, trying to steady your thoughts. "The truth? The truth is you broke me, Taylor. And now I'm trying to move on."

Her gaze softens, but her eyes never leave yours. "With her."

"Yes," you reply, though your voice wavers. "With her."

There's a pause, a heavy silence that fills the room. Taylor's expression shifts, a flicker of something you can't quite place passing over her features.

"You don't sound convinced," she whispers, and it's as if she's laid you bare, exposing the doubt you didn't even know you harboured. "Y/N, if you really loved her, you wouldn't have to think twice about it."

Your breath catches in your throat, and for a moment, you wonder if she's right. But then you remember your girlfriend, her smile, the way she looks at you like you're the only person in the world. You can't let Taylor twist your mind, not again.

"I do love her," you say firmly, more to convince yourself than anyone else. "And I'm not going to let you ruin that."

Taylor's smile fades, replaced by a look of longing genuine sadness. "I never wanted to ruin anything," she murmurs. "I just . . . I wanted to know if you still felt it. What we had."

You shake your head, stepping back, needing the distance. "It doesn't matter anymore, Taylor. What we had is over."

For a moment, Taylor looks like she's about to argue, but then she simply nods, her eyes downcast. "Maybe you're right," she says quietly. "But I had to ask."

As you turn to leave, you hear her voice one last time, soft and almost regretful. "I hope she makes you happy, Y/N."

You pause, your hand on the door, but you don't turn back. "I hope so, too," you reply before walking out.