A/N: I'm just gonna say that most of this chapter is literally text messages.
Estelle Pov:
It's 1 am and I'm up drinking and writing. Drunken lyrics bring so much more emotion and then I can just fix up the literacy when I'm sober. But it's not like alcohol is the source of my creativity, I can write sober but when I'm drunk I write everything I'm too afraid to when I'm sober. I guess in that sense it's similar to everything else. My cat pads into the room, jumping on the sofa and curling up beside me. I stroke her gently as I stare out the large window. As much as I love New York during the day, at night it's just magical. As someone who spent the better part of her childhood in New Zealand, New York is crazy. It feels like a fever dream. I shift my capo around the frets trying to find a good key to start. I find that writing is so much easier in inertia, it's much easier to keep going once I've started. Frustrated that I can't find a good key, I pick up my phone and sit back. I open Instagram to see a bunch of people tagged me in their stories. I repost a lot of them to my own story, thanking them for showing up and listening, and then I make my own post. Just a picture of me setting up with the caption, thanks for coming see you soon x. A bit vague but regardless it's all I can think of. Not even 2 seconds after I press post Instagram notifies me @taylorswift liked your post. What is she a stalker? Then @taylorswift commented on your post: I loved it, your voice was beautiful.
What the hell? I click on her comment and reply. Feeling more confident than when I met her, more than likely due to the amount of alcohol in my system.
@estelleimanning: @taylorswift only because it was your song 😘
Why is Taylor up at 1am. Not thinking too much about it, I take another sip from my glass turn to Jupiter, my cat. She big and fully, her eyes are icey blue unlike Taylor's. Taylor's eyes are enchantingly blue, they have a warmth behind them that you wouldn't really expect from eyes so blue. My phone buzzes next to me, I kiss Jupiter on the head before picking my phone up.
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Hey it's Taylor, you gave me your number in the car.
Me
Hiiiiiiiiiiiii
I know all too well that it is a bad idea to be texting her right now. I am way past tipsy and know that I'm going to say some less than normal or intellectual things.
Me
Are you stalking me?
The Taylor Swift
what? and no.
Me
You liked my posted literally as soon as I posted it.
The Taylor Swift
I happened to be on instagram
Me
You say that so casually
The Taylor Swift
Is it not a casual thing?
Me
No but you're Taylor Swift
The Taylor Swift
And?
Me
i don't actually know
The Taylor Swift
I'm so confused
Me
why are you even awake at 1am
The Taylor Swift
I could ask you the same thing
Me
Yea but I'm like the one with no life living off daddy's money and you're Taylor Swift
The Taylor Swift
?
Me
I mean like, I don't think you're sitting on your couch drunk and confused right now.
The Taylor Swift
You're suddenly making sense, but actually that is something I do quite often. Getting cancelled on the internet and nearly losing my career gave me an excellent knowledge on all the types of wine
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FanfictionTaylor Swift was a global music icon Estelle Manning was a girl who enjoyed busking occasionally That's until she ended up on stage with Taylor Swift. This is an original piece of work and characters or scenarios that seem to be similar or the same...
