Leah's P.O.V
I crawled to the edge of the balcony, I could see the blonde lady better now and my suspicions were confirmed the woman below me was Taylor Swift, my favourite country artist. As if by fate her new song "I Knew You Were Trouble" began to play in my ears. I could see all of the commotion below and I could tell by the way that Taylor moved that she was getting sick of the paparazzi always being there. Flashes were lighting up the street and as I stuck my head over the railing to get a better look at her suddenly the ground raced up to meet me and I realised that the bucket I had been standing on wasn't so safe.
My body landed chest downwards practically at Taylor Swift's feet. My cheek hurt and my vision blurred I heard someone scream and suddenly I felt myself being dragged into a sitting position on someone before a plastic bottle was pushed into my mouth and a sweet sugary drink hit the back of my throat. Spitting out most of the drink, faces began to take shape and I noticed that a blonde curl was located on top of my blonde curl on my shoulder, "Hey are you okay sweetie?" A sweet natured voice asked from behind me, I turned and was stunned to see Taylor Swift sitting on the ground, heels and handbag beside her and I looked down and noticed that I was sitting in her lap. Did I fall there? Or was I put there?
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Protecting Leah
FanfictionI don't know what real love is. All my life I've been running from people who have hearts the size of pebbles no one's ever loved me. I know that for a fact. It says it right here in bold print in the corner of a blank folder that holds my life stor...
