Darling You've Got Your Demons | Kaylor

Prologue

Taylor Swift.

A name recognized by nearly everyone. It's February of 2014, and people see her as a successful country artist, certainly, but also as a whiny bitch of a girlfriend. Her songs have been shaded from the public by her "slutty" image, but right now, music is all she has.

After coming out as pansexual in early 2009, she feels as though all of her relationships have been over-analyzed. Maybe it's her imagination, maybe it's because of sexist critics, or perhaps because of the stereotypical notion that pan and bi people are sluts, but Taylor doesn't think she's ever had a "normal" relationship. Whenever she was with someone publicly, every sliver of happiness is picked apart, until there's nothing left but arguments and unhappiness.

She's recently broken up with Dianna, and Jake before that. Her friends are there for her, sure, but right now is a time of self-discovery. She's been writing, writing more than ever. Of course she wants love, but she's beginning to doubt that it even exists. At least for her. Who would willingly sign up for her insane life full of blinding lights and young girls screaming by the thousands?

The next time, she swears to herself, she won't let them in as far. She won't just lay her true colors on the table. She'll stay an enigma longer, and then maybe, just maybe, it could work. But she doubts it.

Karlie Kloss.

A name recognized by nearly no one. Since she was thirteen and her parents read her diary she accidentally left on the dining room table, her life has been less than satisfactory. In it, she'd written about her sexuality, something her parents weren't as accepting of as she'd hoped. No, there wasn't a dramatic disowning, but their drastically obvious disappointment was just as damaging.

Since that fateful day, she's learned the one "helpful" thing she knows how to do: numb. She knows ways to numb the pain. Those solutions add onto the pain in the future, but Karlie never thinks about the future. She live solely in the now, and maybe that's not really a good thing.

No matter how many people she's slept with (she's lost count) or how many times she's hurt herself (she's also lost count), she knows she'll be okay. Because of Taylor. Blasting her music on shuffle and watching the same interviews over and over again is the only thing that keeps her pushing through the endless pit of darkness; the only thing that keeps her demons at bay. Because of Taylor, she's decided that she can't do this on her own.

It's been nine years since that little girl's diary was prematurely read, but only now is that little girl asking for help. Karlie has decided that the only place she can go from here is upwards, so she and her sisters have somehow managed to get her into rehab. She hates it. Hates it with a passion. Taylor is the only thing keeping her in that building.

By pure coincidence, the two meet. A connection is established, and a romance begins to blossom. Is it possible for them to act on this new and exciting feeling? To better phrase the question: Is it possible for them to act on these feelings and not leave each other heartbroken, lying in the ashes of the aftermath?