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Pairing: Taylor Swift x female!reader Warnings: None Requested: No
*** This couldn't be real, this had to be a dream you would wake up from any second now.
But it wasn't, and once you were fully convinced that it wasn't, you were overjoyed. Never once did you think of something as neat as this ever happening to you in your life. But life proves you wrong when you get handpicked by Taylor Swift as she reaches out to you through tumblr, inviting you to come and be apart of secret sessions.
Ever since "Love Story" had come out, listening to it on repeat had you become a huge Taylor Swift fan and any chance she was touring in your city or somewhere close by, you would seize that opportunity to go see her. You've been to about fourteen of her shows and there was definitely more to come in the future ahead. Each show without fail, you would spot Taylor's mother, Andrea Swift, walking through the audience picking the world's most luckiest fans to meet Taylor after the show. You've never been one of the lucky ones, but you did make eye contact with Andrea several times as you see her. The last time, she smiled at you as if she had recognized you, like you were an old friend of Taylor's.
Your luck had changed when you received that message from Taylor, inviting you to her Los Angeles home. Not knowing what to expect, you put on the best looking outfit you had owned and made your way out. Taylor noted that she would have one of her security guards swing by and pick you up. When your ride showed up, you were a bit unsure at first, but when the guard spoke your name, you knew it was who you were expecting.
"Are you miss (Y/n) (L/n)?"
"Yes, that would be me."
"Excellent, I assume Taylor informed you I would be dropping by?"
"She did."
You then got into his car and took off to Taylor's home.
When you got there, you weren't quite sure what you impressed by the most. The beautiful home that stood before you, or other fans that got picked to come be a part of the party. You stood outside, waiting for Taylor or someone to let you in. You weren't sure how long the wait was, but when it seemed as though everybody had arrived, the front door opens. Much to your surprise, it wasn't Taylor Swift or any of the guards who had walked out, it was Taylor's best friend, Abigail.
"Are you guys ready to meet Taylor?"
The small crowd cheers, following Abigail inside.
"Come on in! Taylor is ready to meet you!"
As you walk inside, you were greeted by the wonderful smell of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies.
Taylor stood in the living room, a little homemade stage just behind her. Knowing that she was going to sing some of her songs for you, adrenaline rush of excitement pours through you, and you couldn't stop smiling. You remain where you are standing, listening as Taylor goes on to say how everything was planned and was going to play out. The mini concert was set for very last, the first thing that was going to happen was, mingling. She wanted everyone to mingle and get to know each other while enjoying fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. You were a bit shy because you had recently come out of a relationship with someone you thought who desired so much to stand by you, always.
It took you by surprise when Taylor suddenly showed up next to you, asking if you were okay, so you go onto to tell her what was on your mind. As you tell her this, she shook her head in disappointment before offering you some encouraging words.
"Listen, if she broke up with you the way she did, then she lost the most beautiful thing on the planet. She doesn't deserve you and you deserve so much better."
Hearing that seemed to give a jumpstart of hope within you, and without thinking, you casually gave her a hug.
She hugged you back, but once you realized what you had done, you suddenly felt guilty and started apologizing.
"What are you apologizing for?"
"Because I should have asked you first."
Taylor smiles before pulling you in for another hug, reassuring you that it was okay.
She only pulls back when she feels it's time to move on to the next activity, but not without slipping a folded note in your jacket pocket with her personal phone number scribbled down on it. The phone number is followed by instructions.
"When you get home, I expect you to use this."
"Yes ma'am."
"Come on, you can sit up front for the little concert."
This having you realized Taylor was truly one of a kind.
She really is, and not only that, but Taylor means the world to you.
