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*** Pairing: Taylor Swift x female!Russian!reader Warnings: May be a little triggering for some readers, if that's you, please skip this chapter.
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A/N: ⚠️ This may be triggering for some of you, and if so, I ask that you don't read this chapter. It's a topic I don't write often, and I don't mean this to offend anyone. ⚠️
*** Words couldn't describe how excited and upbeat you were once you've made the decision to study out of your home country of Russia.
You had received the letter of acceptance from the well known college campus of Harvard University. It was a new adventure, one that you've looked forward to for a long time and now, you were watching the dream unfold before your eyes, your dream was turning into reality and you couldn't be happier. However, what you didn't expect to have happen on this adventure was meeting the girl of your dreams, the one you've been waiting for.
It was the day you moved into your new dorm, and she walked in, introducing herself to you as your roommate before giving her name. When she gave you a name, you found her name to be just as beautiful as her appearance, and instantly knew she had a heart of gold as she offered to help you unpack your things and set everything up in the way you wanted it. You offered the same service in return, and as you were working together, you found yourself falling for her the more you got to know each other, finding a lot of common interests. While going through questions about each other, you were hesitant about answering honestly as she asked where you were from.
You were usually honest when it comes to that, but something gave you cold feet and you soon find yourself giving her a false answer.
"I come from Turkey." You say, hoping to sound believable enough as well as keeping a straight face.
"I've always wanted to go there." She responds with a warm smile.
As you continue to go through the rest of what you had brought, you find your passport and quickly hid from view, you really didn't want her to know where you really are from.
Throughout the first day of classes, you didn't feel singled out as you thought you would after learning you weren't the only one studying abroad. However, you were the only exchange student from Russia, and one of the girls in your class, going by the name of Raquel, got herself and her group into the sickening enjoyment of poking fun at you for it. Although you try your absolute best to ignore it, the only thought that kept you moving forward was how thankful you were that Taylor didn't share any of those classes with you.
But to your dismay, you soon learned that she was in a shared class with Raquel and one of her friends. Not only did she share the same class, but she was seated in front of Raquel. Taylor couldn't help but eavesdrop and even though she was hearing a conversation in Italian, she heard your name being brought up followed by laughing. From the sound of it, she understood that whatever it was they were saying, it wasn't very nice. This lasted the whole time class was in session, and by the end of it, Taylor got sick of it and couldn't take anymore.
She turns to Raquel with a look you wouldn't forget.
"I hope you know (Y/n) happens to be my friend, not to mention my roommate." She snaps at her.
"I'm sorry, did we invite you into this conversation? Why would you want to be friends with her anyway? Not to mention the fact she comes from Russia."
For a minute there, the information of where you really come from catches Taylor off guard before she speaks up again.
"Why does that matter?"
"It's just, they shouldn't allow anyone from Russia to step foot in Harvard. They're just not that kind of people that should-"
Before she could finish her thought, the bell rings, indicating it was the end of the class period.
Taylor didn't want to wait around to hear the rest of Raquel's disgracing thought. All that was on her mind was finding you right away and making sure that you were okay before having a heart to heart conversation. Not only were you roommates, but your lockers were right next to each other, so that was the first place she found you. She didn't know what to say at first, other then exchanging some small talk with you, when an idea came to mind.
"Do you want to go with to get something to eat?"
"Sure, when?"
"Whenever you're ready."
"Well, I'm ready now."
"Excellent."
It wasn't easy discussing the things she wanted to talk to you about, but in the end, you were glad you did.
