Here is the first chapter of 'Fearless', a Maylor Story.

Please note that in this story, the age of consent is going to be sixteen in the entirety of the USA.

Enjoy =)

September 22nd, 2009

The voice of her superior bore down on her saying things she knew she should probably listen to, but all she could focus on was the nagging headache that was consuming her with pain.

"Ms. Cyrus, are you listening to me?" Bob Cavallo, the head of Disney Music Group asked, interrupting her focus on the headache. Not only was he staring her down in some big conference room of LA's Staple's Center, but so were approximately twenty others

"Sorry," She said, rubbing her temple, "I spaced out for a minute."

His eyes flashed, and his assistant handed him a stack of papers, and he slapped them on to the table one by one in front of her. They were an assortment of magazines, tabloids, newspapers, and printed articles, all with some form of negative headline concerning herself.

"Well you were 'spacing out'," He said, "I was talking about the many recent unacceptable news headlines concerning yourself. It is causing bad rep for you, and in return bad rep for us which is just not acceptable. We've talked to you about this on many, many accounts. what have you to say for yourself?"

"Which headlines, exactly, Mr. Cavallo?" Miley asked with every ounce of politeness she could muster through the large amounts of annoyance and aggrivation, mixed with the pain of the migraine coming on. She'd rectenly started getting them. Her doctor had said it was most likely a result of physical or emotional stress -- or a mix of the two. She'd told her to stay as stress free as possible.

Miley had tried not to laugh when the Doctor had told her that. It was near impossible to stay stress free. She was on a tour, she had paid stalkers with camreras who followed her everywhere, the Disney executives breathing down her neck, and on top of all of this, a multitude of other things.

This isn't how she'd planned on spending the day of her Los Angeles stop on her WonderWorld Tour. A bunch of her friends were supposed to be there tonight, there was supposed to be a big party afterwards.

"Well, the ones saying your moving from boy to boy in a matter of seconds, the ones commenting on your choice of clothing, on your dance moves, on your diva attitude, and on your little stunt on the Teen Choice Awards."

"I don't have a diva attitude!" She exclimed.

"I don't care whether you do or done, Ms. Cyrus!" He said, "I don't care if all the stuff is lies, even if most of it in this case is true. It's the fact that you acted in a way to get the rumors started at all! And that stunt on the Awards is was very damaging, beyond what we ever thought you'd pull!" Bob went on. Miley tried to speak, to defend herself, but he didn't let her get a word in. "If we change this tour too much now, then people will start to wonder. So tone down the dance moves. Starting tonight. And for publicity -- the good kind -- your boyfriend is now Liam. He's supposed to have been your boyfriend since you started filming. And so now he is, until further notice. We'll be checking in periodically with Liam." He said, looking at his watch. "We have to get going. But, Miley -- consider yourself on probation." He said, before dismissing her without another glance.

Miley slowly stood, shocked by the abdrupt dismissal, and walked out of the room.

She walked, without looking at where she was going, until she knew she wasn't in hearing range of that room. You can't show them any weakness. You can't show anyone in this buisness weakness, or the vultures will attack even more. If you show a weakness, they know where to get you.

Miley walked, her cowgirl boots scuffing the floor, until she couldn't take it. She leant back against the wall of the hallway, and slowly sunk to the floor, sobbing.

Her head hurt, she felt sick and kind of dizzy. Not to mention she was so sick of all the crap she got.

She pulled her legs up to her chest, and buried her face against her knees.

After a while, the precious quiet was interrupted by the last voice Miley wanted to hear.

"Hey Mile," Liam's voice said, "What's wrong, babe?"

Miley forced herself to stop crying, because he already knew she was weak. "The fact that you're here. And calling me babe."

"Hey, come on...babe," He smirked, "We are dating, after all."

"No. We're not. We have to pretend to be dating in public. Look. We arent in public." She said, standing up and straightning out her clothes. "Is there a reason you're annoying me?"

"Your mom wanted me to find you. She wants to see you." he sighed, looking rejected. Well good.

"Ok. thank you. Goodbye." she said, and then began heading for the central meeting room for the tour team.

As she began to walk, she thought of the one person she really wanted to see right now. She wanted to see the beautiful face, hear the musical voice, feel the comforting arms. She wanted Taylor. She wanted to feel her loving kisses, feel the beat of her heart underneath her, reassurance that someone was there.

But Taylor wasn't there, couldn't be there. Miley knew that if her girlfriend knew how much Miley needed her, how much she was hurting, that she would do anything to go toher. But she didn't want to dump all of her crap on Taylor.

"So Disney's putting down the iron fist." Liam said, interrupting Miley's throughts as they neared the room.

"What Disney is doing to me is none of your buisness, Liam. None of my life is any of your buisness. The only thing you need to know if that my tyrant company is making me pretend I'm dating you for publicity and to try and clean up my evidently horrible slutty image. Other then that, I want nothing to do with you, leave me alone. Please."

"But Miley," He said, grabbing her arm and pulling her body close to his, "We're together!" He said loudly, angrily.

"We aren't together, Liam! I don't want to be together with you! I don't have time to deal with you, nor the emotional or mental patience because I'm about to go insane here! Do you know half of what I have to put up with? No, I think you don't! So leave me the hell alone, and get your hands off of me!"

"Who's going to make me?" He said, smirking.

"Is there a problem here, Miley?" One of her security guards asked, walking by on his way in to the room where everyone was. Liam instantly let her go, and Miley shook her head.

"Tim can you just tell my mother I'm going back to my dressing room to rest? I have another migraine and I feel awful." Miley said, wanting nothing more then to sleep for the next day or so. Or see Taylor.

Tim's messaging was unneeded, because the walls in this hall were thinner then Miley had thought and everyone had heard her yelling at Liam, and her request. Tish, her face filled with concern and worry, walked out of the room and over to her daughter.

"Baby what's wrong?" She asked, pulling her in for a hug.

Thankful for the support, Miley rested against her mother, fighting back the tears. "All they did was yell at me, I barely got a word in, I'm on probation and I have to fake date Liam until further notice." She said, and everyone could hear the tears she was trying to hold back. "And that on top of everything else and...I...I" Miley stopped talking because she knew she couldn't go on without crying.

"Miles, it's alright," Tish said, holding her daughter close, wanting to punch Bob Cavallo in the face. "It's going to be just fine. Brandi and your daddy got here a while ago, sweetie. Let's go in and you can say hi, and then I want you to take your medication and lie down until you feel better."

Miley nodded, and Tish helped her in to the other room, where Miley was shocked to see not only her father and older sister, but also her friends: Demi stood closest to the door, grinning at her, though she looked concerned. Nick, Joe, and Kevin stood with her, smiling, Kevin's arm around his fiancee. She saw that the whole Jonas family was here -- Frankie was playing with Noah across the room, and Mr. And Mrs. Jonas were talking to her father. She also saw Selena with Demi, and she wondered who had invited her. They weren't exactly friends, in fact, Selena hated Miley.

Emily and Mitchell were talking with Metro Station, Mitchell catching up with his brother, Miley guessed.

Brandi sat on a couch with Katy Perry, whom Miley was close friends with despite the almost ten year age difference; Mandy, and, Miley realized with a start, there was the one person Miley wanted to see most.

There sat Taylor, her curly blond hair loose around her face, her blue eyes as beautiful as ever.

But, Miley noticed the concern, the worry, a hint of anger. Miley had neglected to mention to her girlfriend anything about her recent medical problem concerning the awful migraines, and of course she hadn't told her about how she'd been feeling.

Demi stepped forward, hugging her best friend, before standing back, and telling her, "You look like you need a major break."

Miley laughed at that, "That'll be the day."

Tish allowed a few minutes of catching up, and of greeting her father and sister, before she said, "Miles, let's go. You look dead on your feet, like you're about to collapse. Let's go get your medication, and then you can rest."

Miley nodded, though she was disappointed because she hadn't made it to Taylor yet. She wanted to feel her arms around her.

"I'll go by myself," Miley said, before her mother could go with her. "I'm just going to take a nap."

Tish looked worried, reluctant but agreed. "Make sure you take the Treximet."

"I will." Miley said, and then told everyone she'd see them later, before leaving the room.

She slowly made her way to her dressingroom which was a floor up, down a few halls, shutting the door behind her, and walking over to her bag, and digging through it for the bottle of Treximet. The room was spinning, but she finally found them, and grabbed a water bottle, and shuffled over to the couch.

She tried to open the bottle, but her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't. She let out a cry of impatience and pain, mixed with frusteration. It was a child proof bottle, but it was choosing to be Miley-proof.

Just when she was about ready to chuck the bottle across the room to see if that would make it successfully open, the bottle was taken from her. She looked up, and was able to focus on Taylor, whos eyes scanned the orange perscription bottle to find the dosage information, before she easily opened it, and poured two of the pills in her hand, before closing the bottle again, and putting it on the table, then picking up the bottle of water Miley had gotten, and opening that too, before handing the pills to Miley.

She took them, and put them in her mouth, and then reached up a shaky hand for the water bottle, but Taylor ignored her hand, and held it to her mouth, helping her take a sip.

After Miley finished, Taylor twisted the cap back on, still silent, and placed it beside the pills, before looking down at Miley, who looked back at her, silent.

"Eight months of being together in a relationship -- eight months -- and you don't think it would be good to tell me that my girfriend has been getting awful migraines? Or that you've been feeling all messed up lately?" Taylor asked, voice mad and hurt.

"I'm sorry." Miley said quietly, willing herself not to cry. "I-I didn't want to worry you."

"I worry about you anyways, Miley! I love you, don't you think I'd want to know?" Taylor snapped.

"Yes." Miley said quietly, "I worry too, and I know I would if it were reversed."

"Exactly." Taylor said.

"I just...You've been so busy with all your stuff and I know you have stuff to deal with too, and I didn't want you to carry around all my baggage," She said, her voice cracking.

Taylor sat beside her, and wrapped her arms around her tightly, and Miley reciprocated, wrapping her own arms around Taylor, sighing in content as she rest her head in the crook of Taylor's neck, inhaling the familliar, comforting scent that she loved so much.

"Miles, you're most important," Taylor said softly, stroking her hair, holding her close. "Your problems and feelings aren't baggage for me. I want to help you. I want you to tell me."

Miley nodded against her. "I'm sorry, Tay." She said softly.

"I know," Taylor murmured, "It's ok. Just don't try to hide things from me anymore." She said, kissing the top of Miley's head.

Miley nodded, and a comfortable silence fell for a few minutes, before Miley asked, "Tay?" as she picked her head up, to look at her girlfriend.

"Hmm?" Taylor asked, smiling at her, tucking a strand of hair that was falling in Miley's face bhind her ear.

"I missed you," Miley said, voice breaking again, "So mcuh." She added, as the tears spilled over. She looked away, wiping at the tears, apologizing, but Taylor gently took her hand.

"It's ok to cry, Miley," She told her, "You don't havee to apologize, baby." She said softly. "And I missed you too." She added, cradling Miley's face in her hands, and gently kissing her.

Miley kissed her back, putting her arms around her neck, not wanting to let go, wishing they could just sty like this, be together forever without having to worry about anyone else.

'Too bad it will never be that simple for us.'

What'd you all think? Review and let me know, please!

-Livvy