Taylor Swift Imagines (gxg)

I'll Be Here With You, Every Step Of The Way (1)

A/N: It's almost four in the morning, so please tell me if there are any mistakes. My brain is not functioning appropriately right now, so I'm so sorry if this is shitty. Also, this is not prof-read, because I am too lazy for that.

Anyways, this is the first imagine that I made, so I hope you guys would like it!!🎀💅🏻✨

-Yel-

Taylor was woken up by her doorbell ringing, making her groan in annoyance. She opened her eyes and looked at her bedside table where the digital clock was.

It was 3:00 in the morning. Who the fuck would be ringing her doorbell this late? Well, early, in that case.

She turned her lamp on and picked up her phone from the nightstand before padding towards the hallways and towards the stairs. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, only then did she realize that it was actually raining.

She sighed and opened the door, and she was surprised to see you there, shaking from the rain, all alone in the dark.

"Y/n? What are you doing here so late?" She asked, clearly surprised that you still decided to see her, having you not actually visit her for a few weeks now because of your shitty-excuse-of-a-boyfriend. But she was also worried and curious as to why you were on her front porch step in 3 in the fucking morning, and the rain heavy as fuck. "Come in, I don't want you to get cold," she said as she let you inside, closing the door behind you.

She led you to the couch and hurriedly ran to get you a blanket. When she got back, she sat beside you and draped the blanket over your drenched body.

"Do you want some hot cocoa?" she asked.

"That would be great, thank you," you replied and gave her a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.

She excused herself before walking towards the kitchen to make you a hot chocolate. A few minutes later, she went back in the living room with the mugs of hot cocoa, along with some fresh clothes for you to wear, hanging on her shoulder.

She placed the mugs on the coffee table and handed you the clothes. "You can change your clothes in the bathroom over there," she said, pointing on one of the doors, as if it was your first time there.

You nodded before walking towards the bathroom to change your clothes. Whilst you were putting on the shirt that Taylor handed you, you took a glance in the mirror to see that scars that your now-ex had given you. They weren't noticeable, but it didn't mean that they were hurting any less.

You held back your tears as you completely wore the shirt and went back to the living room, only to see Taylor sitting on the couch, and the TV was already set to your favorite movie, ready to be played.

You sat next to her in silence. You knew that she knew you weren't ready to open up yet, and you were grateful for that.

She played the movie and watched as the into started. Suddenly, you felt cold again, and only then did you realize that you left your blanket on the bathroom. When you tried to stand up, you realized that your feet had fallen asleep, and you couldn't move them, making you groan in annoyance.

"Are you alright?" you suddenly heard Taylor ask from beside you.

"Yeah, just a little cold. And my feet fell asleep," you replied.

"Oh.."

She sat closer to you and held you close, making sure that you were comfortable and warm.

"Are you okay now?" she asked, and you hummed in response.

After a few more minutes of watching the movie and cuddling, you finally decided to open up to her.

"He broke up with me," you suddenly blurted out.

Taylor looked at you with a frown, feeling a little sad for you, but also a little guilty for the way her heart was throwing a party along with the other organs inside her body.

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry," she said as you buried your head on her chest.

"What did I ever do wrong to him?" you asked, sobbing on your best friend's chest, and she gladly let you.

"Shh, you did nothing wrong, Y/n. You are the most perfect person I know. It's his loss that he can't see all the beauty in you; inside and out," she assured you and rubbed your back to comfort you, but instead you suddenly winced in pain.

She heard you inhale sharply, and felt your body suddenly start to stiffen, making her look at you with worry and guilt in her eyes.

"A-are you ok? Did I hurt you?" she asked in panic, and you shook her head, making her calm down a little. "Does your back hurt? Are you alright?"

She asked, and again, you only shook your head in response. "Can I see your back?" she asked gently, and you slowly nodded your head as you continued sobbing on her chest.

She carefully pulled your shirt up to see a lot of bruises on your skin. She covered her mouth as she pulled you closer, tearing up as the sight triggered something within her heart. "Did-did he do this to you?" she asked, her voice cracking up from all the emotions she was feeling.

"Yeah," you replied, and Taylor held the shirt you were wearing in her fist tightly, closing her eyes, trying to control her emotions.

She was going to kill that fucking bitch when she sees him.

"Hey, Y/n. It's ok, don't worry. We're gonna go through this together, ok? You're not alone in this. I'm right here with you."

After a few more moment of coaxing you, you finally stopped crying, but didn't let go of her, and she didn't want you to. She wanted to give you all the comfort that you needed.

"Everything is going to be just fine, you got it?" she asked, and you nodded in response, which wasn't enough for Taylor. "I need you to say it, honey."

"Everything's going to be fine," you whispered.

"That's right. And I'll be here with you, every step of the way."