Jaylor Oneshots

I Can't Do This Anymore

A/N: this is the first one-shot and first fanfic I've ever written so I know you'll most probably think it's really shitty but I really hope you like it

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Taylor's POV

I took a quick glance at the clock. It's 6.55, Joe's gonna be here in 5 minutes, I thought as I nervously paced around in my room. I had already gotten ready and spent the last half hour planning what to say when he got here. Do I go straight to the point? No, that would be too harsh; I'm doing this so I won't hurt him. But I don't want beat around the bush either, I want to get this over with as soon as possible.

The 5 minutes went by way too fast for my liking.

The doorbell sounded, snapping me back to reality. Miraculously, I managed to bring myself to my front door and let Joe in. He quickly stepped inside so that paparazzi that might be lurking around would not have time to take pictures of him stepping into Taylor Swift's house. He's so sweet and considerate- 

No, stop it, Taylor. Don't get yourself even more attached. After I closed the door, I looked up into his ocean blue eyes that I could sunk and drown and die in. You're doing it again, control yourself. 

"Taylor, love, what's wrong?" Joe asked, evidently concerned. Damn him and his ability to instantly read me.

"Can you promise not to interrupt me until I'm done?" He nodded.

I looked down—I didn't want to see the hurt that would, without a doubt, be on his face after I gave my (almost completely unprepared) speech. Come on, Taylor. You're doing this for his good and you've been thinking about this for the past month, you can't chicken out now.

Taking a shaky breath, I finally replied, "I can't do this anymore. I-I think we should stop with whatever this is." 

I paused before continuing, "In all the previous relationships I've been in, the moment they realised how intense the paparazzi and media is and how much damage their reputation took when the media found out about us, they would leave. I can't take another heartbreak, and you're only in the beginning of your career, I don't want to ruin your career with my horrible reputation. If the media finds out about us, they would immediately pounce on you. I don't want to destroy the career and reputation of someone as amazing as you. And I know that the longer I wait to do this, the more it will hurt, so please leave now." My speech started out strong but gradually became softer until it ended with a whisper. I felt a lone bead of salt water trickle down my cheek.

"No."

My head snapped up, "E-excuse me?"

Joe wiped away my tear with the pad of his thumb, "I know what I'm getting into, trust me. And I love you too much to leave you when you're in this state."

"But why would you love a slut and a snake who always plays the victim and would do anything to get a guy in bed?" My words were barely audible but he heard them.

Stroking my cheek, he answered, "Babe, you don't actually believe that, do you? You shouldn't live your life in fear if what others think of you. You are not the opinion of someone who doesn't know you."

I raised my eyebrow at him. "What? I came to the London show. You can't expect me not to quote you," he replied with a slight smile on his face which I can't help but mirror.

"I love you because you look so beautiful when the sun hits your face just the right way. I love you because you are not afraid to reach out to someone who's in need. I love you because whenever you're around, the world is a brighter place. I love the sparkle in your blue eyes when you're excited that puts the brightest stars in the night sky to shame. I love how adorable you looks when you scrunch up your nose when you giggle. I love how you see the better side of everyone and how you always give second chances, even if they don't deserve it. I love how you don't judge people by their worst mistakes, regardless of who they are or where they come from. I don't know how I got so lucky to meet such a wonderful woman and I definitely don't deserve you. If there is only one thing I can ever do right, it will be to always make you laugh as loud and genuinely as possible and not worry about your repercussions of happiness." I smiled, satisfied with that answer, but to my surprise, he continued.

"When I got myself into this, I knew there would be paparazzi and media shitstorms—it is inevitable but I would not let that define or control our relationship and I trust that you wouldn't either. And I don't care if my career gets ruined or if the media pounces on me for headlines and clicks, if they can't accept that you are the woman I love, then screw them. We don't need their criticism in our lives. I chose to live my life with you because you are someone worth fighting for. I will continue to fight and protect you from the hate because I never want to see you this hurt and broken. You are everything to me, so no, I will not leave," he finished.

More tears now ran down my cheeks but this time, they were tears of happiness and gratitude. What did I ever do to deserve someone this perfect in my life?

Our lips came into contact with one another, but it wasn't a kiss of passion and desire. Instead, it was a kiss of love and tenderness. When we broke apart, we rested our foreheads against each other's.

"Joe?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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A/N: My first fanfic and one-shot just HAD to have angst *sigh*

Even in my own fanfic I'm still shipping them so hard awww everyone needs a Joe Alwyn in their life 

Fun fact: for all of you non-swifties, this one-shot is inspired by something Taylor told a fan so this is actually based off of a true story. And it is also one of the main things that made me ship them so hard.

Also TWO MONTHS TO LOVER 🎉

Anyway if y'all have any suggestions for one-shots and/or feedback please comment them down.

-xyz💔