Taylor's swifts little sister| someone's daughter

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Taylor was sitting in the cold meeting room, Tree was sitting next to her but right now Tree was her publicist, not her friend. Taylor was used to this, she didn't even really mind right now, all she cared about was the fact that yesterday her ex showed up at her house, bringing back her sister, at least trying to make her family complete again.

Taylors chest felt unnaturally tight, she had been feeling anxious ever since she had seen Karlie yesterday, she didn't even know what she was feeling but it drove her insane, Travis was sitting next to her in the meeting, spinning on his chair and usually Taylor would have laughed but today everything felt off. Like she entered a five machine to five years ago, sitting in a meeting holding herself back from crying.

"So, with the tour returning you finally need to decide on the next single and shouldn't we at least do some promotion for the next US leg?"
One of the marketing managers said and Taylor just nodded blindly, and she could hear Tree type something next to her, she would never not be amazed by how quickly the redhead was able to type and often times she pointed it out but today she didn't.

She felt Travis hand on her thigh and usually Taylor would've loved it but today it didn't cause the butterfly's in her stomach, it caused a deeply unsettling feeling in her stomach, and made her feel trapped. The walls of the meeting room seemed to be closing up on her and she was struggling to breathe. She weakly tried to push Travis hand away, she tried to move her leg away. She wanted to tell him something but boneless escaped her throat.

"I think Taylor, you should try to work on your social media presence a little, maybe some privat insights of your life, like when the Tourette's poets was released." Tree suggested and Taylor just nodded unable to form words.

"The vmas are tomorrow, everything is sorted out?" another manager asked and Tree nodded and Taylor's nails dug into her palm. Not the vmas. She didn't want to go; the dress she was going to wear felt as constricting as this meeting and right now she looked at Travis and she only saw a faceless man, his hand inching up on her thigh and Taylor wanted to jump up and run off. She had no idea what was going on with her.

Her stomach twisted and she felt insanely naseous, she had been feeling like this for the entire day. She felt as if her body had suddenly turned against her. She felt as if she might throw up, the perfume Travis was wearing. God it made her sick. How she hated it. Usually she loved it and couldn't get enough of it but today, even her own perfume made her sick.

She was nervously tapping her fingers onto the glass table, she could see Tree rolling her eyes at that and Travis looking confused. She could hear a bunch of people talking but she couldn't pay attention.

Suddenly Taylor Swift jumped up from her chair, darting out of the room, and rushing into the nearest women's restroom where she immediately threw up into the nearest toilet.

She slid down by the wall, tears now streaming down her face and as she wiped them away, a layer of smudged mascara coated her fingers.

She had never once stormed out of a meeting but today everything felt wrong, it was just wrong. Suddenly it hit her, and she felt another wave of nausea hit her and before she could finish her train of thoughts she heard the unmistakably sound of heels approaching.

She prayed it wasn't some manager that she barley knew; they'd ask if she was alright, probably not even caring at all and then leave and talk about it with some other employee about how they finally saw the great Taylor Swift fall apart in the bathroom of an office complex.