Jaylor Oneshots

Every Little Piece, Love

A/N: oh look, another update after like forever, and needless to say...a lot has happened since I last updated

So I've been wanting to write this for a while but I didn't exactly know how to put it into words until Miss Americana came out (which probably isn't good news. Or maybe it might be, depending on how you look at it)

I think I have a brief memory of the first part of this fic being real but I can't really remember...oh well. But everything besides that first part is definitely fictional.

Trigger warning: there is a slight mention of eating disorders so if that makes you uncomfortable or anything like that, I suggest you don't read this

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Taylor's POV

"Taylor, Taylor, Taylor," hundreds of thousands of fans can be heard screaming my name despite the booming intro to ...Ready For It echoing through the stadium as I stood on the moving platform behind the stage, clenching a glittery microphone in my right hand. Even though I'm supposed to be serious, I cannot help but crack a smile as I raise my microphone.

This is why I love performing so much—being able to forget about everything complicated going on in my life and just be myself for a precious two hours or so.

I power through the show, giving winks and blowing kisses to Joe, who is watching from Club Meredith, as usual. In the blink of an eye, I'm descending from the stage with a smile etched on my face, waving goodbye towards the screaming audience.

"You have 10 minutes, Taylor!" Tree informed me as I make my way towards my dressing room to get changed for rep room.

"Got it!" I reply, already entering my dressing room.

Soon enough, I enter a room full of giddy fans who start shrieking and jumping up and down in their elaborate costumes as soon as they see me. The edges of my lips curl up in a wide smile, I love them so much.

Little did I know that that smile is soon going to be wiped off of my face with just a few words.

"Tay!" a girl from a group I'm meeting smirks slightly before asking, "I was just wondering...how did you get so thick? I mean, just look at your legs!"

In an instant, my cheeks grow hot and bright red as thoughts run rapidly through my mind.

I know I have gained some weight recently, but when I look in the mirror, I no longer see an insecure person who thinks she looks pregnant; instead, I see a confident woman who thinks it's better to think you look fat than to look sick...but maybe I'm wrong?

Have I eaten too much?

Did I gain too much weight?

Am I fat?

The rest of the group stares at the girl with gaping mouths, mortified with what she has just said. I gulp as I look down at my fiddling fingers, unsure of what to say. Another girl from the group says something else, but it's as if I'm underwater—her voice is muffled and I can't make out any words.

I clear my throat, "I- uh...I guess I just became happier and started not caring what other people thought of me and just ate what I wanted..." To make the situation slightly less awkward, I offer to take a photo with the group before moving onto the other fans in line.

But no matter how hard I try to erase those words from my mind, they just keep echoing, making themselves impossible to ignore. I manage to get through the rest of rep room with a fake smile without breaking down, but some of the fans leave with concerned and worried looks instead of happy ones.