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obsessed (pt 1) (tw)

Taylors POV:

Dealing with paparazzi had always been a headache for me. They were relentless, always lurking and snapping photos, obsessed with me. But today, it reached a new level of chaos.

As I stepped outside for an interview about my new album, "TTPD," released just yesterday, I was met with a sea of people in front of the venue. Flashes blinded me, and the deafening screams of fans and photographers filled the air. My security team worked tirelessly to shield me, but it was overwhelming.

Suddenly, I felt a force push me, and before I knew it, I was on the ground. I hadn't expected the LA paparazzi to be this aggressive. My leg throbbed with pain as I struggled to get up, my security guards thankfully helping me, noticing glass embedded in my skin.

Ignoring the blood trickling down my leg and the incessant clicking of cameras, I pushed forward, determined to reach the safety of the car. Once inside, I finally had a moment to assess the situation. The glass was deep, and removing it without proper medical attention would only worsen the situation.

With a sigh of annoyance, I realized I needed a doctor to remove the glass and get stitches. It was frustrating, but my safety and health were paramount.

"Can we go to the hospital? When I got pushed, glass got shoved deep into my leg," I asked politely to my driver. He glanced over at my leg, then to my guards sitting beside me, and quickly nodded in agreement.

We soon arrived at the hospital, where we explained to the receptionist what had happened and waited for a few moments before a doctor called me in.

She examined my leg carefully, taking note of the glass and the blood trickling out of the wound.

"So the glass is lodged in there pretty deeply. I'm going to numb the area so you won't feel any pain when I remove it and stitch up the wound," she explained, pulling on her gloves.

"Could you please lay down for me?" she asked, and I complied, nodding as she prepared a syringe.

After injecting the numbing agent into my leg and cleaning the wound, she ensured that I couldn't feel anything in that area.

Closing my eyes, I took deep breaths, waiting for her to be done.

After about 30 minutes or so, the doctor finished bandaging up my leg, and we were done.

"Thank you so much," I said gratefully as we made our way out.

"No problem. See a doctor in about 2 weeks to get the stitches out, and keep it elevated for around 24 hours," she advised.

I nodded in response and, with my security team in tow, headed back to the car, relieved to find no paparazzi in sight.

Sighing, I sank back into the seat, pulling out my phone. 

Thirteen missed calls and at least a hundred texts awaited me.

Oh lord.

I quickly opened Travis's message.

Travvy <3333

Taylor were are u? you said you be home by 10.

Taylor im worried, its 10:30 and your not here. 

Taylor i checked the news, WHY DID YOU HAVE GLASS IN YOUR LEG AND YOU STILL WALKED?

TAYLOR YOUR SECURITY TOLD EVERYONE YOUR GETTING STITCHES?!? 

when you get home im not letting you move an CENTIMETER.

IM SO MAD AT THEM. WHEN I FIND THEM ILL BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF THEM.

LITTLE FUCKING BITCHES PUSHED YOU AND MADE YOU GET FUCKING STITCHES? ILL MAKE THERE BLOODLINE PAY.

Tay <3

I just got back from getting stiches, ill be home soon ok trav?

Travvy <3333

okay baby, i love you and ill get you some icecream and set up everything so when you get home you can rest <333

I sighed again, opening Trees messages.

Tree 

TAYLOR WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID THIS BITCHY PAPARAZZI PUSH YOU AND GET GLASS LODGED INTO YOUR FUCKING LEG? NOW YOUR FANS ARE GOING INSANE AND THERE IS A VIDEO GOING VIRAL. 

Taylor

im sorry, can we deal with this in the morning? im tired. 

Tree

Yes, we can. Don't be sorry it wasn't your fault, I just got a little frantic. We'll speak in the morning. 

After checking all my texts from my parents and friends, we finally arrived home. The familiar comfort of our house enveloped me as I thanked my security team and driver before stepping through the front door.

"Tay!" Travis's voice echoed from the foyer, and before I could even fully enter, he was rushing toward me, his arms outstretched.

"Travis, I can walk!" I protested with a laugh, but he ignored my protests and swept me off my feet.

"I'm keeping to my word. No moving for you, young Missy," he declared playfully, a grin spreading across his face.
I

 couldn't help but chuckle as he carried me to our bedroom, his steps sure and steady. Once there, he gingerly set me down on the bed, his hands gentle as he helped me out of my dress and into comfortable pajamas. He arranged pillows to prop up my injured leg, making sure I was positioned for maximum comfort, and then draped me in various blankets, ensuring I was snug and warm.

As he settled in beside me, he turned on our favorite show and pulled me close, his arm wrapping protectively around my waist.

"I was so nervous, Tay, when I saw that video. I don't like seeing you hurt," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine concern as he pressed a kiss to my cheek, his fingers absently playing with strands of my straight blonde hair.

"I was a little scared too. Nothing like that has happened before," I confessed softly, snuggling into him even closer, seeking comfort in his embrace.

"I love you," he whispered, his words warm against my skin.

"I love you too," I replied, feeling the weight of his love and care enveloping me like a cozy blanket on a cold night.

"Heaven is a place on earth with you"

- Video Games, lana del ray

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short again, sorry, but felt to long to add more. pt 2 out tonight or tomorrow. maybe never. 

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lots of love to you all <333333