REQUEST!!!

The paparazzi sucked. Any celebrity would tell you that. And as a nepo baby, the child of Taylor and Travis, the paparazzi were relentless for you too. All you needed was to be born to get a camera in your face and headlines all about you because one member of hospital staff couldn't keep their mouth shut.

Even now, as a 16 year old, they didn't leave you alone. 'Oh, her mother released an album at her age'. 'Oh, her father was on his schools football team at her age'. You just wanted to live your life. To settle down with your husband and maybe have some kids, hopefully able to shield them from the world.

One evening, you told your parents that you were 'out with friends'. The following morning, all the tabloids were raving all about you caught kissing a boy from your school. In less than 25 hours, your face was everywhere. Your lips locked with your boyfriend, smiles on both your faces.

You didn't know about this until you desended the stairs the following morning. You walked into the kitchen, filling a glass with water, when you jumped. Your fatter was pissed. He stomped into the room and showed you his phone. Your name in the headline.

"You know you are not supposed to be dating! I told you this! And yet you went behind my- behind our backs and do... This!" He shouted, his voice harsh and loud. Taylor rushed up behind him, resting a hand on his shoulder and trying to calm him... But oh was he furious.