Code RED. {HAYLOR FAN-FIC; Unedited -- Beware!}

EPILOGUE :: Every Story Has Its Own Twists <3

A/N: I’m so sad…:( This is finally ending, and I don’t want it to end!! But anyway…. Every good thing has to end eventually, right?

Dedicated to @iamMrsBrightside because of all the motivation she always gives me whenever I’m about to update. Plus, she always reads every update! :3 <3 I JUST LOVE HER TOO MUCH!! <3 <3 <3

I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!! I hope you will like the Epilogue! (I still can’t believe I’m ending this already! :()

P.S.: I made a bit of a change as to how I write the story, guys. This time, the Epilogue has indented paragraphs ;) I hope that’s fine.<3

Hugs,

the_Dreamer13

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                CODE RED: EPILOGUE

                   Every story has its own twists.<3

                I stared at the huge crowd flooding the audience seats. There are more people who came to Nickelodeon’s Kids’ Choice Awards this year than the last one. It’s probably because of… never mind.

                “Are you ready, Taylor?” The director asked me. I looked at him, stopping myself from peeking behind the curtains.

                I nodded, gulping. “Yes.” I answered.

                “Good luck out there,” Robert said. “you’ll need it.” I smiled at him. He’s been very supportive of me, just like my mother, ever since our mini-store hangout after my first “22” Music Video shooting. I’m still deciding if it was just because of guilt or just that this is how he really treats his clients… Or if he really cares for me? Because we’re friends?

                “Hey, hey, everyone calm down, whoa!” Josh Duhammel said, the host of this year’s 2013 Kids’ Choice Awards, and everybody in the audience laughed and fell silent. “Now, let’s all welcome Taylor Swift, who’s singing her next single, 22!” I heard cheers from my fans. I think I heard some boos, but I didn’t listen to them much. I don’t want to let my courage fade away.

                I wore my smile and walked outside and to the big stage, then music started playing, and I sang,

                “It feels like a perfect night  to dress up like hipsters, and make fun of our exes.” My fans started screaming my name. Some shouted, “Taylor, we love you!”.

                I continued, “It feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight; to fall in love with strangers; ah, ah. Ah, ah.”

                My fans started singing with me, “Yeah, we’re happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time. It’s miserable and magical,” I pointed my microphone towards the audience, and let them sing. I smiled, and couldn’t help but laugh a little with happiness. I know, I still have my fans. They will never leave me. I know that. 

                “I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 22. Everything will be alright if you keep me next to you! You don’t know about me, but I bet you want to. Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we’re 22…22…” I continued smiling, and couldn’t help but look at the front-row seats. My eyes searched for him and his band. I ended up looking at Niall’s eyes. He was smiling, and clapping his hands. At the corner of my eyes, I could see his band mates clapping with him, even singing, too, but someone was hesitating. Someone.