Taylor Swift Comfort Imagines

Mess it up (oneshot from All too Unwell)

This oneshot is based on my other book, All too Unwell. It looks into how Mirabelle started trusting Taylor.

I gather my things at the end of a day of disaster. I slept through my alarm and showed up late without eating breakfast, tripped over myself, forgot choreography, zoned out, and dropped my water bottle everywhere. Now I'm fighting tears as I leave, Taylor standing in the doorway having just finished a conversation with Tree. Just when I was about to leave, I felt her wrap her arms around me, pulling me in for a tight hug. I've noticed that she's a hug person and gives a lot of random hugs. I don't mind it though, it makes me feel loved. She rocks me in her arms, letting me rest my head on her shoulder. "Are you ok? How are you feeling?" she asks, her voice soft and caring. 

"Fine," I reply. Taylor pulls back slightly, looking me in the eyes. "Are you sure? You promise?" She presses, rubbing my arms, concern evident in her light blue eyes. I nod, afraid of what my voice will sound like if I talk. "I am a safe person to talk to and I have time right now," she says, her tone so kind and gentle that it brings tears to the corners of me eyes. I try to glance somewhere else, hoping she won't notice. "Aww it's ok. You don't have to keep it bottled up," Taylor says, pulling me back into a hug, squeezing me even tighter. I let the tears fall, not caring that my boss probably thinks I'm an emotional wreck now. She just rocks me in her arms and rubs my back. She doesn't say anything until my tears have slowed down enough for me to be able to talk through my emotions. 

"Do you think talking about it will help? I might not know what to say but I'm here to listen," Taylor says, pulling back but keeping one arm wrapped around me. I hesitantly nod. "Ok, babe. They're going to kick us out of the practice room. Are you ok with coming back to my apartment?" She asks. I nod. Honestly, I needed some time to put my feeling into words. 

...

"Do you think some tea or hot coco would be nice?" Taylor asks

"Um tea please. No milk or sugar, thank you," I reply

When the tea is ready, we go to her living room, which is very homey and welcoming. 

"What's been making you feel like this buddy?" Taylor asks

"I just feel like I'm not remembering anything from rehearsals and it makes me feel so stupid. I know it's frustrating and I feel bad when you or the choreographer has to go over something again. I thought this was my talent, but it doesn't seem like that anymore. I'm trying to keep up in school, as a friend, and with my health and looks and all and I just can't balance it all. The more effort I put in one area the more I lack in the other. There's no way for me to not disappoint other people, and I can't cope with that. Sorry," I say, tearing up slightly. 

"Please don't say sorry. There's no need to apologize for you emotions or thoughts. It's human to need someone to listen to you, and you're doing nothing wrong and I'd love to help in any way I can. You're not disappointing me, honey, it takes a lot of time to learn choreography. I'm glad that you ask questions because that shows that you care, and I'm pretty sure everyone else is happier to go over it again. Balance is hard, and your best is all I'll ask for. But I think you're doing amazing," Taylor says, smiling at me reassuringly. 

"Thanks for listening and caring," I say, not knowing what else to say.

"Of course! Anytime! Please just let me know, you have my number, and I promise I'll make time for you. Remember, if it's upsetting you it isn't stupid. I love you!" Taylor says, pulling me into another hug before I left. 

"Do you have a safe way home?" she asks. 

"I was going to take an Uber but none are available," I say, not wanting to lie to her.

"It's ok honey. I'll drive you back," Taylor says.

"Sorry, I should've planned ahead," I say

"Hey, it's ok. Sometimes we forget to do things or unanticipated things pop up. I would love to drive you back and learn a little more about you," Taylor continues, trying to soothe my nerves. 

She seems a lot nicer than anyone else I've worked for.