Jaylor One Shots

I Need To Fix This.

Taylor sighs, her thoughts are swirling around in her mind. She hasn't been able to sleep properly for about a week, not since Scooter had purchased her masters. It's been eating her up inside. The man who had spent so long trying to pull her apart, dismantle her career and her public image now owned her life's work. And there is nothing she can do about it. Giving up on sleep again, she gets out of bed and walks downstairs. Taylor switches on the lights and lets her eyes adjust for a moment before pulling out a notebook and sitting at her kitchen counter.

First, she begins compiling her plan of action, the statement she's going to release, how she's going to combat everything she knows he plans to do to her, now that he's completely in control of her music. Then, things begin morphing into song lyrics. Just a couple of lines in between her plans. She feels angry and hurt. But more than anything, she just feels powerless. She knows that she's not going to get her music back. She knows that she can re-record her songs in November next year, but it's still not quite the same. For some reason, this is really painful for her. She feels like she's lost everything. Her feelings, her ideas, her music. Her music is everything to Taylor. She feels tears drip down her face as she writes, tears she can't quite stop. 

She has no idea how long she's been down here for, frantically writing and trying to sort through the mess inside her brain. But she knows it's at least been an hour. Taylor hears footsteps coming down the stairs but she chooses to ignore it, knowing Joe will force her to go to bed. 

"Taylor?" She hears his voice cut through the silence, but she refuses to turn around, continuing to scrawl notes down on her paper. His footsteps are coming closer and she feels his hand on her shoulder. His hand is warm and feels comforting against her bare skin. She drops her pen and sighs, hanging her head while tears continue to leak out of her eyes. During the day, she's able to ignore the pain and get on with life, but at night her mind runs wild and the pain consumes her, the helplessness makes her feel overwhelmingly angry and upset. She feels the stool spin around so she's facing Joe. He puts his hand under her chin and gently lifts her head up to look at him. All Taylor can see in his bright blue eyes is love and concern for her. 

"Babe, I know it's upsetting but there's nothing you can do about this at 3 o' clock in the morning. You need sleep."

"No! I have to fix this!" Taylor sobs as Joe pulls her into his arms. She feels herself break down in his arms. She just feels helpless and she's in pain. She knows this pain will never fully go away. It's like if you had spent a year making the perfect painting, or writing the perfect essay and someone tore it up in front of your face, but times that by ten years and loads of emotions and feelings. 

"I'm sorry!" She cries, grasping Joe's shirt tightly with her face buried in his chest. She feels bad that Joe's spent the past week witnessing her pain, and her anger over this whole situation. He definitely didn't ask for this. She's just not quite able to pull herself together yet. 

"It's okay love, you're allowed to be hurt and upset. I'm here for you, no matter what. You know that." He consoles her, rubbing her back and holding her close. She feels like her whole body would just fall to the ground if Joe let go of her right now, but he doesn't. He keeps her upright, holding her while she breaks down, letting out all of her pent up emotions in this one burst. This breakdown has been a week in the making, she's tried to be strong but clearly holding it all in wasn't going to last for too long. It's hurting her so much. 

"You're okay." He whispers, pressing kisses into her hair intermittently while continuing to rub her back. For a while, the room is quiet, except for her sobs. Eventually, she feels her tears slow and she begins to feel more normal. She pulls back from Joe and her rubs her shoulders. 

"Better?" She nods, looking up at him. He wipes her wet cheeks and offers her a smile before gently kissing her forehead. 

"Do you need to break something? Or hit something? Because that can be arranged." Taylor lets out a breathy laugh and shakes her head.

"I'm okay now. Weirdly I think I just needed to do that. So thank you." She says quietly. Joe moves his hands to her hips, pressing a light kiss to her lips. 

"Anytime. I'm always here for you, whether that's to hold you when you cry, or help you break something or whatever. I promise. We'll get through this together okay?" Taylor smiles, god she's so lucky. He really does mean the world to her and treats her in a way no one ever has before. 

"Okay. I love you." She rests her head on his chest, finally feeling sleep tug at her.

"I love you too. More than anything." She feels Joe's head rest on top of hers, the both of them clearly exhausted. After a moment, Joe pulls back, grabbing her hand before leading her up the stairs. They both climb into bed, he pulls her into his arms and it's not long before she finally drifts off into a peaceful sleep, something that is much needed after an agonising week. God, she loves him so much.