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they are the hunters (tw)

i kept to my word and updated today again!!!

some triggers on this oneshot, such as stalking , read with caution!!!!!!

anyway here ya go!!

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Taylors POV:

The piercing ring of my phone shattered the peaceful silence of my cozy sanctuary. Startled, I sat up from the plush cushions of my couch, where I had been cocooned in a soft blanket, my cats nestled beside me, their gentle purrs providing a soothing backdrop to the quiet afternoon.

Normally, I anticipated incoming calls, but this one caught me off guard. Was it my parents checking in? A friend reaching out for a chat? Or perhaps Travis with some news, good or bad?

As I glanced at the caller ID, a wave of unease washed over me, my heart sinking at the sight of the word "Security."

That ominous feeling settled in my gut like a heavy stone. I wasted no time in answering the call, pressing the phone to my ear with trembling fingers. My head of security's voice sounded urgent, his words laced with tension that mirrored the growing unease within me.

"Miss Swift? Are you there?" His voice crackled through the line, his tone fraught with concern.

My pulse quickened, dread coiling in the pit of my stomach. What could possibly warrant such urgency?

"Yes, I'm here. What's wrong?" I demanded, my voice betraying my rising anxiety.

"We have a problem," he began, his words hanging in the air ominously.

A chill ran down my spine as I strained to listen, the muffled voices on the other end of the line sending shivers down my spine.

"Where is the problem?" I managed to choke out, my heart pounding in my chest. If it was contained to one of my other properties, perhaps it wouldn't be as dire.

"That's the thing—it's right outside your Tribeca home, where you're staying," he replied, his words landing like a heavy blow.

I felt the color drain from my face as the gravity of the situation sank in. Outside? Here? Now? The phone slipped from my nerveless fingers, clattering to the floor as I struggled to process the implications of his words.

My fingers trembled as I brought the phone to my ear once more, desperation coloring my voice as I sought answers.

"Sorry, uh, what's the problem exactly?" I managed to choke out, my heart hammering in my chest as I prayed fervently for reassurance.

"A stalker is trying to get in," came the firm reply from my head of security, his words like ice water down my spine.

Panic threatened to consume me as the full weight of his statement crashed over me like a tidal wave.

My breath caught in my throat. A stalker? Here? Near my home? The realization sent a shiver of fear coursing through me, the hair on the back of my neck prickling with apprehension. "

What? Did you call 911?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief and rising anxiety.

"Yes, we did, Miss Swift. They should be here soon. We've also dispatched two guards to your door, just in case," he assured me, his tone steady despite the urgency of the situation.

"Okay," I murmured weakly, my voice barely above a whisper as he hung up.

The room spun around me as I struggled to process the enormity of what was happening. My heart raced in my chest, each beat echoing like a drum in the silence of the room. Fear gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, threatening to consume me whole.

Stunned into silence, I felt a surge of dizziness wash over me, threatening to send me reeling into darkness. The world seemed to spin around me as I struggled to process the gravity of the situation unfolding just beyond the safety of my home. With trembling hands, curiosity gnawing at my insides, I approached the nearest window, cautiously drawing back the curtains to peer outside.

My breath caught in my throat as I beheld the scene unfolding before my eyes. A flurry of activity greeted me, illuminated by the flashing lights of police cars and the throng of curious onlookers that had undoubtedly been drawn by the commotion. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks – the news of the incident was likely already spreading like wildfire, casting a harsh spotlight on the very doorstep of my apartment.

Another ring shattered the tense silence, jolting me from my reverie. With a shaky exhale, I padded over to where my phone lay, its insistent buzzing a stark reminder of the urgency of the situation.

As I glanced at the caller ID, a wave of relief washed over me – it was Travis.

I accepted the call, relieved to see Travis's face appearing on the screen, his expression etched with concern. His voice was laced with worry as he spoke, his words echoing the anxious thoughts that had been swirling in my mind since the unsettling news reached me.

"Oh, Taylor, are you okay?" he inquired, his concern palpable even through the digital screen. "I heard that there was someone outside your house from Tree, and then I called you."

I let out a sigh, sinking down onto the couch as I tried to steady my nerves. "I'm fine," I reassured him, though the tension in my voice betrayed the true extent of my unease.

Travis's brow furrowed as he considered the situation, his concern evident in his eyes. "Do you still want to go to the Bills game?" he asked, his voice trailing off as he seemed lost in thought.

Despite the turmoil raging outside my home, I couldn't shake the anticipation of the upcoming game. "Of course I'll go!" I replied, mustering up a sense of determination. "I just need a little bit more security."

The truth was, I was more than a little apprehensive about attending the game. Highmark Stadium was unfamiliar territory for me, and the thought of being surrounded by passionate Bills fans, especially given the recent events, sent a shiver down my spine. But I refused to let fear dictate my actions.

As Travis and I continued to talk, the conversation meandering through random topics in an effort to distract from the chaos outside, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. His calming presence was a balm to my frayed nerves, offering a much-needed respite from the turmoil of the outside world. But as he bid me goodbye and the call came to an end, a sense of foreboding settled over me like a heavy cloak, the weight of uncertainty lingering in the air.

they are the hunters, we are the foxes, and we run.

- I know places, taylor swift

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i know its short, but i can do a Pt 2 of her at the bills game that day. 

anyway, hoped you enjoyed and leave any requests you have below! 

(still in shock at all the reads)