One Shots

The Photographer

"Come on guys." I ran my fingers through my hair, "Work with me here. The grumpy Monday faces won't be good front page material." Jordan flashed a goofy grin and I smiled, "See? At least Jordan likes me." Tay glared up at the taller boy and I sighed. "Coffee break, anyone?" They all nodded and I set my camera down. "Let's go.." I shoved my hand into my pocket and held the door open for them. "(Y/N)?"

"Yeah?" I yawned and looked at Cam. "Tired much?" I rolled my eyes and nodded, leaning against him slightly as we walked. "What were you doing last night?"

"Um..," I glanced at Tay staring at the ground, "Thinking.." He nodded as we walked into the small coffee shop down the street from my studio. "What'll it be?" The girl standing out the counter asked. I gave her all the orders, already knowing what they wanted, and smiled at her. We talked for awhile about anything we randomly thought of and she handed me the cups. "Thanks." She shook her head and blushed before helping whoever was in line behind me. I sat down across from Tay at the table out of habit. Three weeks of being broken up and my head still can't wrap around it. "Somebody was flirting with the cashier." Mike smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at me. I blushed, "What are you? Five?" He put a hand over his heart dramatically, "How dare you! I am six years old." We all laughed but Tay. She'd been exceptionally quiet. "We should probably go get ready for the show." She mumbled and stood up, practically jogging back to the bus. "That was weird.." Jordan shrugged and we all followed after her. We managed to get all of the equipment down to the theatre they were performing in tonight. I snapped a few snapshots during their soundcheck. "Hey, Tay! Look over here a bit. I need more shots of you." She rolled her eyes and faced me as she sang, practically glaring at me. "What's wrong with you?"

"Seriously?" She looked at me. "You're asking me what's wrong with me, (Y/N)?"

"Yeah. I am, Taylor." I practically growled at her. "Whatever." She rolled her eyes at me again and walked backstage. The boys looked at me and then nodded to where she went. "Really?" Jordan gave me a look. Like a 'You better go talk to her' look. I sighed and jogged up the steps, looking around for where she could have gone. She was sprawled out on the couch in the dressing room scrolling on her phone. She glanced up at me and back down, "What do you want?"

"Why did you just storm off like that?"

"What do you care? You're just the photographer."

"Excuse me?" I clenched my jaw and I felt a mix of anger and sadness well up inside of me. "You're not my friend. You're the photographer. Someone we hired to take pictures of us for magazines. What do you care about my feelings? I'm probably just another paycheck to you." I stared at her, completely shocked before running back to where I left my camera. I had tears streaming down my face and I was determined to not let Tay Jardine near me for tonight. Or ever again if it came to that. I can't believe she would say that after breaking up with. After saying she loved me hundreds of times. "(Y/N)! What's wrong?" Jordan tried to stop me but I shook his arm off my shoulder and looked up at him. "I'm sorry, Jordan, but you guys are going to have to find a better photographer. It's obvious I don't have enough experience for the job." He wiped the tears from my eyes, "What're you talking about? You've been with us since the beginning. We were all so happy when we found out the label would let us keep you as our photographer." I shook my head, "You guys are getting bigger. You don't need someone like me." I glanced up at Tay who was staring at me from the steps with her arms crossed, "Someone who only uses you guys for a paycheck." he looked back and saw Tay. "Bye guys. I know you'll do big things." And with that I ran. I didn't stop until I reached my apartment. I slammed the door shut and locked it behind me before breaking down in front of it. No matter what she said or how much she hurt me I still loved her. I had since high school and I always would. I was hers whether she wanted me or not, but all I was to her was the photographer. I heard someone knock on the door, "Jordan, go away."

"It's not Jordan." Tay said simply. "What makes you think I'm letting you in here? I'd rather talk to Jordan right now."

"Suit yourself." I heard her unlock the door and open it. She tossed me my keys, "It helps if you don't leave them in the door."

"Why are you here?"

"To talk.." She shrugged and looked at me. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. Her eyes looked almost void of emotion. "About?" I backed up a couple steps. She gestured in between us and I nodded. "S-sure.." I choked out and she sat down on the floor next to me. "I'm sorry..." She whispered barely loud enough for me to hear. "I really am, (Y/N). I don't know why I was so afraid. I wasn't ashamed of us. Of you. You were my everything," She leaned her head against the wall and sighed softly, "Are my everything." She was referring to our breakup. Originally, we had a plan to come out to fans. As quick as that plan was formed it was broken. She walked up to me during soundcheck and broke up with me. Her exact words being, "We had fun times, but we were just kids. It meant nothing.. And now... I think we should break up." that was the day my heart lost its beat and the air left my lungs for good. Tay on that day looked emotionless and intimidating. Now, she just looked vulnerable and sad. "I was so stupid.." She reached up and wiped at her eyes with her jacket sleeve. "I didn't mean what I said. It wasn't fun times. It wasn't two kids pretending they knew what they were doing. It wasn't nothing. It was love. It was real. Or it was to me. You were never just the photographer to me. To any of us. You're the love of my life and our best friend. We Are The In Crowd's first manager and full time photographer. We wouldn't have even become what we are without you. And that's the scary part. I wouldn't be this confident person if you hadn't helped me through all of my issues." She looked over at me, more tears welling up in her eyes, "You weren't ever just my girlfriend either. You complete me. You're the missing piece to my puzzle. Who I want to write all my love songs about. I never told you this or went to in depth with my feelings because honestly it scared me then that I felt this way and it scares me now because.." She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, "Because I know I ruined it. I messed up. I lost the one thing that meant the world to me because I was stupid and scared. Seeing you get hit on and flirted with hurts me because in my heart you're still mine." I turned her head back towards me, "Tay, what're you saying?"

"I'm saying I messed up then and I messed up earlier. I want you back. I need you back. I threw away years of love because I felt that the media would rip us apart. I was more worried about what could happen instead of worrying about keeping us together. I'm so sorry." She buried her face in my chest and I felt the front of my shirt get wet. "Tay.." I ran my fingers through her hair and rubbed her back, "Tay. Babe, look at me.." She looked up at me, "If you want something you have to ask for it." I laughed slightly, "I've told you that so much over the years and I thought it finally stuck." I saw one side of her lips quirk up in a lopsided grin, "Well, (Y/N), will you come back?'

"As the band's photographer or as your girlfriend?" She blushed and bit her lip, "B-both?" I smiled and kissed her cheek, "Of course I will. I love you, Tay.." i closed my eyes and leaned my head against her shoulder, feeling her arm wrap around my waist. "I love you more.." She rested her head against mine and closed her eyes.