How she got the girl

A creepy fan

PRESENT DAY

"Hi! I'm Y/N Swift, and I thought I would tell my story of A fan." You said, stepping up to the podium.

"Back when my beautiful fiancé, girlfriend, at the time, Taylor," you paused and looked around at the crowd, you had joined a small group of people in the lives of celebrities. And today you were getting information out to the general public about the difference between a good fan in a bad fan. " wasn't as popular, we went out for coffee one morning. Just a regular morning a few selfies here and there but overall it was pretty chill. As we payed the bill and headed for the door,"

PAST DAY

"Ready to go Tay?" You asked putting your signature on the check. Taylor's eyes flickered around. "You alright honey?"

"Wha- oh! Yes, yes I'm ready." She said snapping out of whatever it was. "Sorry just had a weird day dream."

"It's alright! Com'on." You reached for her and the both of you began to walk to your car. You noticed someone looking at Taylor very closely, watching him closer, you saw him walk on the other side of the street walking at the same pace as you.

"Erm, Tay, let's take this way." you'll be in to turn down the street.

"Oh, ok?" You gave her hand a squeeze, letting her know it was alright. "You know, Y/N, your so beautiful. And oddly smart."

"Awe! Tay, where's this comming from?" You said as you continue down the street, before she can answer, you looked behind you. Which was obviously a mistake.

"Tay-" you had to cut her off, "we need to get out of here very quickly,"

"Why?"

"Please." Your head filled with worry as you got a closer look at him, you noticed that he looked with bad intentions.

Taking Taylor's hand in a firm grip you gave her a crooked smile try not to worry her.

You bolted down the streets, for being the middle of the day in New York you'd think it would be a little bit busier because New York is always busy, but they're seriously was no one out.

Your grip loosened on Taylor's hand, you gritted you teeth and looked back at her, tears welling in your eyes. "Come on tay, please."

He was fucking fast because soon enough he had you both cornered. He pulled out a knife.

"Money!" He snarled.

You began to take deep breaths. You know all he wanted was Taylor's money.

"No dipshit, now run back to mommy's basement before you wish you'd just stayed home." Lame shit talk Y/N you thought to yourself.

"She your fkn bodyguard or somethin?" He came way closer to you both the knife pointed at Taylor.

"Pretty much," you saw in the corner of your eye as Taylor began to dial 911 secretly. "Now, drop your knife and get back against the wall and we're not gonna have any problems. Except for you of course you'll be going to jail."

"Pussy." He laughed.

Being close enough you remembered how your grandfather taught you how to throw a punch. Getting your fist in the ready position, you took a hard swing to his face.

"Damn, your bitch knows what she's doi-" you cut him off with another punch reaching for his knife. He was so caught off guard. He practically dropped it into your hand.

"Ugh, fucker-"

"Shut up!" You could hear Taylor's quiet sobs behind you. "Police are already on there way." You held the knife in your hand with a firm grip.

Pt2?