you and taylor had been dating for a while now. you were both still getting used to the whole thing. you were completely new to the media, so you didn’t really like it or know how to handle it.

you sat in bed as taylor braided her hair at her vanity, getting ready for bed.

“tay?” you mumble, voice quiet.

“mhmmm?” she hums in response.

“i don’t like the media..” you mumble, voice cracking. the media was much worse since taylor had just released ‘the tortured poets department.’