The Story of Us || Kaylor

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A/N: if anyone is reading this, thank you soooo much. it means a lot, especially since there are much better kaylor fics out there :)

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🎵 Just close your eyes, you'll be alright 🎵

"Wow," Tree comments, letting her eyes rake Taylor's outfit. "That is really... something."

"I think the hat really ties it all together," she replies as she stares at her reflection in the mirror. "I didn't get to wear it during rehearsal but I think it really compliments the dress."

Tree raises an eyebrow. "I can't tell if you're being sarcastic."

Taylor chuckles, "Don't worry, I'm being sarcastic. But I've worn crazier things than this."

"This isn't crazy– I find it absolutely beautiful," the hair stylist adds while continuously running a comb through the singer's straightened blonde hair. "Everyone will be shocked when you come out wearing this thing."

"They definitely will be shocked," Tree says with a smirk, glancing at Taylor to share a smile. 

Taylor immediately tenses after the stylist's comment. Right. She completely forgot about the show; the multiple makeovers, snacking on the provided food, and daydreaming about a certain model momentarily distracting her from the mess that will be the Victoria Secret Fashion Show. Everything had seemed so easy during their rehearsal, but then again, there were less than 3 people in the audience.

Oh god, the real show is going to happen in less than an hour... the guests are probably already in their seats, just waiting for a voice crack during a high note.

Tree sighs again and stands up from the plastic chair she'd been camping out on for the past twenty minutes. "Taylor, please, you need to calm down."

"I-I'm trying," she counters with a strained voice. Tree shoots the stylist a look, and she slowly backs out of their dressing room and softly shuts the door without objection. "God, I hate that I'm like th-this."

"This just comes with being famous," Tree comforts, putting her hand on her client's shoulder, their eyes meeting in the mirror's reflection. "You can do this. Once you get out there, you'll realize you've been stressing over nothing. And you're not the only performer, a lot of the attention is going to be on the band too."

"I know, I know," she breathes out, wiping her sweaty palms on the cape of her dress. Her heartbeat's so fast she worries it might explode. Is that even possible? She definitely has no desire to find out. "I just don't want to make a fool out of myself in front of everyone." And also not in front of her friend Lily, the rest of the models, and definitely not Karlie, even if she's just a pretty face with a smile that could melt an iceberg. 

"Hey, um, who were those girls you told me to stay away from again?" Taylor finally asks after a few moments of silence and trembling, hoping to distract herself.