Taylor Swift imagines▪️GXG▪️

Love is always better in secret pt.1

[Takes place in the late 1800s]

Y/n pov

My love for taylor is stronger than any other love I have told to feel before. I like to think that's it's because Taylor's special to the heart or that she may never be replaced in mine. But it's a rather dangerous feeling to dabble in with her, at least somewhere that's not in private or when our intimacy isn't obvious; and in some twisted way, the resistance to show our love off to other's around, to kiss and tell, is the exact thing that urges me closer and closer to her every time we meet. Meetings are normally held whenever we'd get a moment alone, whenever or wherever that may be at, it's nice to feel her body upon mine when I know its safe to. To the public however, we are just young witless ladies, waiting to be married off to some selfish, cockily rich man in order for an alliance of property lots like the rest of the women in a family of money and fortune. I wish for nothing more than to get married off to my one true love, which would never be enabled to happen even if we tried in secret; Sometimes one's wishes are the closest they'll ever be to the real want.

To please my father and to have the ability to visit Taylor whenever I'd like, I have been showing an interest in Taylor's brother, Austin. Of course I didn't actually take an interest in the delinquent one single bit, but the pleading of my parents to soon find a suitor was so unbearable, I had to pretend that I was moving forward with Austin in the meantime. However, I feel awful that Taylor has to see Austin priding around like I'm for sure his, when me and her both know that will never be true.

You see, My father, Franklin y/l/n, is the main city doctor. He makes quite the lavish living to be living a provided life of much more than comfort. But he also has a side "hussle" I'd you'd like to title it that, that "hussle" would be the enormous land and home he owns that is oftenly rented for the crop growing of other local farmers who do not currently have land. That's the business in which grants him undoubtedly large amounts of riches. My mother, Susan y/ln, once dreamt of becoming a teacher, but she was married to father before she even had the chance to act on it. I have three younger brothers and one older sister, Benjamin, Henry, Mayor, and Arlene.

Benjamin is a rough and rude nine year old boy, manners are most definitely not his strong suit. Mayor is just a baby right now, we found him one night on our doorstep and decided to take him in once his parents wouldn't presume any kind of guardianship. Henry just turned sixteen and has already developed the interest of wagons and carriages, we all predict he'll grow up to be an engineer. Arlene is 25, and already married, but recently she as quietly been getting into astronomy as she had told me herself it was a fine hobby of hers.

"Father, how about I make the round to the seamstress to pick up mother's corset, I found that recently I've been needing a new one anyway", I told my father. "Sure, just make sure you return by seven when the Swifts come over for dinner", he told me and so I nodded and hopped inside the carriage. What my father didn't know, was that I only wanted to make the round to the seamstress for the purpose of seeing my lover who worked there.

The moment I stepped foot into the shop, I saw her in all her glory. She was practically glowing from my view and her hair was up in a neatly braided bun, "hello? I was wondering if could pick up a corset and find one for myself", I told taylor so that'd she'd turn around, "of course, this way", she said and led me to a smaller part of the boutique. "Let me measure you", taylor said once we were in a room full with just us in it, "..although I already know this waist fairly well", she commented making me chuckle. She was behind me in the tall mirror, delicately wrapping the tape measurer around my torso once I was partially undressed. "I wrote another poem today, love", she husked in my ear as she continued to measure me, "as I assumed, what was it about?", I asked in a hush tone. Taylor had niche for poetry, and a skill for it as well. Her writing felt like love in written form. The sound, the rhyme, the meaning; it all was seemingly impossible to explain yet she searched for the right words to do so with such success. "..you", she answered and kissed my shoulder, "is that so?", I replied. "Always, my beloved", she told me, "I have it here, in my book, if you'd care to read while I finish up", she said referring to the measurements.

I grabbed the weathered and beat book, and turned the pages until I came to the page where the next was empty:

Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die
I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you
Those windermere peaks look like the perfect place to cry
I'm setting off
but not without my muse

What should be burrowed under my skin
In heart-stopping waves of hurt
I've come to far to watch some name-dropping sleaze
Tell me what my words are worth

"Oh Taylor, it's beautiful!", I gushed, "why thank you", she smiled and put the book back onto the self. "Here's a nice one, positive you'd look magnificent in this", she complimented and fitted me into a fancy corset. I didn't realize how much I was craving her touch. "Feels and looks Perfect. I'll buy it", I said, "No need for that, tell your father it's no cost to him as a little thank you for this afternoon's dinner.....and for his daughter", she said making a ray of blush creep onto my cheeks. "You should get going, heres the corset you picked up, bye lovely! See you very soon!", she said her goodbyes when I darted out the door.

A few hours later, the Swifts came over, ready for the warm dinner. "Nice to see you", I told taylor, as if we didn't interact with eachother just a few hours earlier to this event, "You too", she casually said and snuck a wink. We sat down at the table; Taylor obviously sat right next to me, almost instantaneously grabbing my hand once they were hidden under the table. Her thumb caressed over my knuckles softly, as she seemed fully interested in the dinner conversation about boring politics and business trade lately.

I was far more interested in her features though, her gorgeous blonde hair and crystal blue eyes were to die for, the piercing gaze they'd give you could simply never make you feel lonesome. But suddenly, her hand let go of mine and instead trailed its way down to my knee, then slowly hiked up my dress. ".....what are you doing?", I quietly mumbled while chatter took place in the distance, "showing you how much I love you", she mumbled back and continued going up my thigh. This was all I've wanted,  but I was too afraid of getting caught somehow. "What if they catch us?", I worriedly asked, "they won't if you can keep quiet, so shush and finish your food while I take care of you", she told me. I just nodded and took another bite from my full plate. I soon felt her fingers outside my flower's entrance, "does this make you feel good? When I touch your little flower? Or should I stop?", she teased, "No, No Don't- so y/n, I have an important question to ask", Austin interrupted me. Taylor quickly slithered her hand out of my dress and let me answer, "yes?", I asked, currently flushed. "This had been on my mind every second we spent together Y/n, I love you with every fiber of my being",

"Y/n y/l/n, will you marry me?"