Hello,
I saw the anonamoose who reviewed, yes it is, BUT IT GETS HAPPY REAL SOON!
Cant Be Saved, HAHAH I am 13, why did you think otherwise?
Anyways, I am into everything, (spect Justin Bieber shit) and I enjoy writing. I am pale, about 5 stone 13, and 5"3 and I have black shoulder length hair and a full fringe. xD
Anyways, enjoy
Taylor's POV.
2010.
"Lean to the side, yes now smile… PERFECT!" The photographer Dave said, waving his hand to the right. I smiled sultry and leaned against the column.
Here in 2010 I was an alternative-fashion model, drop dead, cupcake cult, band merch, I did them all.
Right now I was modelling some Criminal damage skinny jeans and a ghost tee, the best perk? I got to keep everything, you should see my wardrobe.
It's fucking awesome.
"So Taylor, honey we have this band shirt" Dave winked at me as I stripped off my shirt – I didn't care if anyone saw my body, if you saw it then you saw it.
Then the make-up artist held up my hair so I didn't screw it up when I put the shirt on.
I smiled my thanks as she quickly brushed some gloss over my lips.
I walked back to the backdrop then looked down at the shirt.
I stopped in my tracks.
It was the new All Time Low shirt for the Kerrang! Tour later this month.
"Oh" I whispered huskily, ghost's of tears haunting my eyes.
"Taylor, baby c'mon" Dave said, beckoning me closer.
"Sorry" I said, breathing in deeply and smiling.
I took the top off and threw it across the stage.
I pulled my The Blackout Kerrang! Tour tee on and grabbed my coat and the pile of clothes that were now mine.
I got about five feet outside the studio before Kelsey (YEAH YOU! Sorry, you've helped me so I added you) the wardrobe artist came chasing after me.
"Hey! Taylor! You left this!" She shouted, holding the top high.
"Oh" I fake smiled, grabbing it from her grasp, "Don't know what I'd be without it".
"Sure, see you soon Taylor" She smiled and walked back into the studio.
I sighed and shoved the top messily into the bag I held.
The walk home was full of dark thoughts; I almost had to force myself away from the bathroom when I got home.
"Hey Babe!" My boyfriend Olli called as the door slammed behind him.
Ah, Olli… well where do I begin?
So basically, when I got home I lived my life, as you can tell, my friend (Olli) was working with me on a photo shoot when a photographer said we had great chemistry. Next thing Olli asked me out, and here we are. I feel kind of like a bitch, as I'm not totally 'into' Olli. I still see him as a great friend.
"Hi" I said weakly, grabbing a drink as he wrapped his arms around me from the back.
"I missed you" He murmured, kissing my cheek then dropping and leading a trail of hot kisses to my shoulder.
"I missed you too" I whispered, lying like this was annoying.
"Want to go upstairs?" He asked,
I nodded as he took my hand and pulled me into our bedroom.
I woke up the next morning, I sighed when I realised why this seemed so familiar, with Olli drawing patterns on my back.
I cleared my throat and sat up; Olli smiled and held me close.
"Guess what?" He whispered into my ear,
I shrugged; I wasn't much of a guesser.
Olli smiled, "I got us tickets to see the Kerrang! Tour, I know how much you like
The Blackout"
I gulped and nodded, I did, but All Time Low where touring with them…
"It's going to be so much fun, I mean, You'll also like this other band, called All Time Low, and I mean , Their song Six Feet Under The Stars, It's soooo good." Olli started to say, I blocked him out after awhile.
Yes, I knew who All Time Low where, actually I toured with them, and…
I slept with the lead. Countless times,
And then left him.
"Are you excited?" He said, kissing me,
I nodded, unable to speak.
No one in my new life knew about any of the All Time Low stuff that happened in my earlier life, and I planned to keep it that way.
"I love you" He whispered, holding me close,
I nodded.
I got changed and went downstairs, the London date I was going to go to was only a few days away. I felt so stupid! I should've known he'd do something like that, I mean I moaned about not seeing The Blackout so many times and this tour had one of the best bills ever… I mentally kicked myself. A lot.
"Hai beautiful" Olli said, kissing my back.
"Hey, I've got to go shopping" I murmured, grabbing my coat.
He nodded and hugged me close for a few seconds, then I fled out the door.
I breathed in deep. In the years where I'd made something of myself, could it already be crashing down around me?
