My Person. // Taylor Swift x Female Reader

Y/N Y/L/N had always been the black sheep of her family, the one who never truly belonged.

It wasn't her family who raised her.

It was Taylor.

Taylor had been there for as long as Y/N could remember, making sure she was safe, fed, and cared for. But to Y/N, Taylor wasn't just the person who took care of her.

She was everything.

Her home.

Her world.

The love of her life.

But the world outside wasn't as kind. Because Y/N was always seen with Taylor, the kids at school never let her forget it.

The whispers followed her wherever she went, venomous and cruel. Pathetic. Worthless. A stray Taylor picked up out of pity. They shoved her in the halls, knocked books out of her hands, and scribbled insults across her desk. Sometimes, it got worse-sharp pinches when no one was looking, stolen belongings, threats muttered under their breath.

But Y/N never told Taylor. How could she? Taylor had done everything for her, given her a life when no one else would. The last thing Y/N wanted was to be a burden. So she smiled when she got home, hid the bruises beneath long sleeves, and laughed like nothing was wrong.

Taylor never knew. And Y/N suffered in silence.