Room 13 (Kaylor)

Chapter One.

A/N: I know what the start of this looks like and I can promise you it's NOT a Toe story but rather, let's say, an illicit affair. Anyways let's see what happens when Taylor meets her sexy ass therapist.

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Taylor had been waiting. And waiting. And waiting.

The clock opposite her on the wall had been ticking slowly, it almost didn't seem possible, time was moving torturously slow. Like it was mocking her. Letting out what seemed to be her tenth sigh in a minute, the blonde slumped back into her chair deciding to check her watch just to see if the clock really was mocking her. Nope still unbelievably slow.

She was waiting to hear feedback on some last minute music she had desperately written in hopes of making it onto her upcoming album. Maybe if her brain would stop betraying her at 3am she wouldn't have this problem. Her mind flashed to her fiancé and cringed, well writing songs was better than the other thing she could be doing at 3 in the morning.

The blonde could feel a headache coming on and rubbed at her temples in hopes of getting it to at least fade out before heading in for a meeting. She couldn't even face Scott when was feeling one hundred percent let alone with an oncoming migraine.

Looking down at her watch once again she noticed three minutes have passed, he was supposed to be out here five minutes ago, where the fuck is he-

Taylor's thoughts were cut off when the sound of heavy foot steps made their way towards her.

"Taylor, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," Scott began, a sarcastic tone taking over his voice.

The only response Taylor gave him was a forced tight smile.

"I've listened to the demo's, loved them in fact," Taylor couldn't believe what she was actually hearing, he was always funny about last minute ideas.

"But-" Scott added.

There it was, exactly what the blonde had been waiting for, nothing was ever perfect enough for him. She couldn't even be bothered to listen to what he was saying, she was too tired of his criticism. It was easy for him to stand there and drag her through the mud, he wasn't the one digging up buried hatchets every night trying to find material for new songs.

"-just not a perfect fit for the vibe of this album." Taylor managed to catch the last of Scott's complaints. Just what she was expecting, She didn't know why she bothered trying anymore.

Without saying a single word back to the man, Taylor grabbed her jacket from the chair next to her and stormed out of the office. She wasn't going to sit and argue with a man like Scott, it wasn't gonna get her anywhere.

As she pulled out her phone to dial her security team to bring the car around the front, her phone buzzed with a text. Her face instantly lighting up when she see's who it's from.

Joe [14:47]
wrapped super early today, I was planning on making us dinner but remembered I have the cooking skills of a toddler, how does take out sound, love?

She finds herself rolling her eyes, somewhat affectionately, before she taps out a quick reply reminding him that she's having dinner with Tree after work and not to worry about her.

Her fiancé, with the mind of a goldfish. yes, he can be a little idiotic at times, but he's her safe haven, her place of comfort and security. he's all she's known for almost eight years now, despite his horrible memory, there's no one else in the world she'd trade him for.

Taylor Swift and Joe Alwyn are the typical hollywood sweethearts couple. they began dating shortly after meeting at the Met Gala and since then, they've been inseparable. Joe was Taylor's first long term lover and is without a doubt, her best friend.