Taylor Swift x Reader Imagines(GxG)

I need help (mother imagine) (edited)

"Iam sorry."

Iam sorry.

This were the only words that left my lips. "Honey..." Taylor said sadly, before continuing after a short break. "There's nothing you should be sorry for, but we need to talk", she whispered.

My eyes widened. Knowing I can't do this, I jumped up to run out of her room.

I don't know why I did this but I tried to run away. The fact that I haven't had a full meal in 4 days overcame me and I fell onto the cold hard ground.

I was to exhausted to move on, so I just stayed there.

After a couple of minutes I heard a scream. It wasn't Mom. It was Tree.

She scooped me up, immediately I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and my legs around her waist. "A-aunty", I mumbled shivering.

"It's okay Babygirl", she said while rubbing my back. After we came back home again, she called Taylor, to tell her that she found me.

Tree made some hot chocolate with mint for us, then she wrapped me into a blanket. "Y/N you need to talk to someone", she said before caressing a strand of hair out of my face.

The door creaked open, and there she stood—my mother, trembling like a fragile leaf caught in a storm.

Her face glistened with streaks of tears, a testament to the tempest raging in her heart. Without a word, she crossed the room, her footsteps heavy with remorse. In an instant, I was engulfed in her arms, her embrace both a shield and an apology.

Her voice cracked like fragile glass as she buried her face in my shoulder. “Y/N,” she whispered, her sobs breaking through her words like waves on a jagged shore, “I was wrong. So wrong. I never meant to tread so carelessly over your boundaries, to push you into a place you weren’t ready to go.”

Her words dripped with raw sorrow, her confession a plea for forgiveness as her tears soaked into the fabric of my being.

"M-Mom", my heart shattered into thousand pieces as I saw her like this.

"What about you two have a little break and talk in 10 minutes?" Tree said with a soft voice.

And so we did.

So now I was sitting in my room waiting for Mom to come. It felt like my chest was bound in iron chains as I stared at the door.

For month, I had locked my thoughts away, burying them under a mountain of silence and avoidance.

As Taylor entered my room, I could see the worry in her eyes. She sat down across from me, folding her hands in her lap, waiting. My throat felt tight as I tried to form the words.

How do you tell someone, even your mother, about the tangled mess inside you? How do you start?

“I—” My voice cracked, and I looked down, suddenly ashamed. Her gaze was steady, though, patient in a way I hadn’t noticed before. It gave me courage, enough to take the leap. “I’ve been struggling,” I said, the words spilling out like a dam breaking. “For a long time. I just… I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t think you’d understand.”

Her face softened, and I could see her fighting back tears. “Go on,” she said, her voice gentle, like a hand extended in the dark.

I told her everything about my break-up. About the things my ex girlfriend said to me. About the nights I lay awake, the thoughts that haunted me, the fear that I wasn’t enough. It felt like vomiting poison, ugly and painful, but also freeing. I expected judgment, or maybe awkwardness. I mean it's the perfect Taylor Swift Iam talking to.

Instead, she reached out and took my hand.

“I’m so sorry you felt like you had to go through this alone,” she said, her voice trembling. “But you don’t have to anymore. I’m here, always.”

In that moment, I realized how much I had underestimated her. She wasn’t perfect, but she was trying, and that was enough. For the first time in month I felt lighter, as though the chains around my chest had finally snapped.

Opening up wasn’t easy, but it was worth it. I had found not just a listener, but an ally.

"Iam sorry for not noticing your struggel", Taylor whispered into my ear before pulling me into a hug.

"Do you want to see a therapist?" She asked with a soft yet firm voice. "Iam not ready for this step", I tried to be honest with her.

Taylor hugged me and a soft "it's okay", left her lips. 

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight Mom?"

Taylor gave me a soft smile before pressing her lips on my forehead, leaving a lipstick mark. "Always sweetheart", she said, before picking me up like Tree did earlier.

She walked into her bedroom and layed me carefully down onto her bed, before crawling next to me.

We pulled the blanket over us, before Mom spooned me from behind to wrap me in the safety of her arms.

"What about we're having a mother - daughter day tomorrow?" She offered me. "Sounds good", I responded. My head was resting on her arm as Taylor sang Never grow up.