Taylor Swift one shots

Nightmare

Taylor woke up with a start, her heart pounding in her chest and her sheets tangled around her legs. The remnants of a nightmare clung to her mind like a heavy fog—flashes of being chased by faceless figures, voices yelling her name, and the relentless glare of camera flashes. She sat up, her breath coming in shallow gasps, the room too quiet, too still without Travis by her side.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, but it wasn't from Travis. He was still away in Denver for his second game, and she knew he wouldn't be able to call until later. The loneliness in the house pressed down on her, the silence almost suffocating. She wanted to shake off the nightmare, but the fear still lingered, wrapping itself around her like a heavy blanket.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door. One of her security guards, hearing her stir, stepped inside cautiously. "Ms. Swift? Is everything alright?"

Taylor took a deep breath, trying to calm the frantic beating of her heart, but she felt shaken. She needed someone familiar, someone who knew how to calm her down in moments like this. "Can you get John for me, please?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "And—" She hesitated for a second, then added, "Can you bring Meredith Grey too?"

The guard nodded, disappearing from the room to find her head of security. Taylor sat there, running a hand through her tangled hair, feeling the weight of the empty house around her. The comfort of Travis's presence was absent, and she missed the way he could calm her with just a look or a touch. But John, her trusted head of security, had been with her through everything. He would understand.

A few moments later, the door creaked open again, and John stepped in, holding Meredith Grey in his arms. The cat blinked sleepily, clearly unbothered by the late-night disturbance. John walked over to the bed, his expression filled with concern.

"Taylor, are you alright?" he asked softly, setting Meredith down beside her. The cat immediately curled up next to her, purring as if she sensed Taylor's distress.

Taylor exhaled a shaky breath and nodded, though she could still feel the lingering anxiety from her nightmare. "I had a bad dream," she admitted, her voice quiet as she stroked Meredith's fur. "It felt so real. I just—" She paused, trying to find the right words. "I needed someone here. Travis isn't home, and I don't know, I just felt... off."

John's face softened. He'd known Taylor long enough to understand how hard it could be for her sometimes—especially when the pressures of fame and the constant attention wore her down. "It's alright," he said gently, pulling up a chair beside the bed. "You're safe here. Nothing's going to happen to you. We've got you."

Meredith, as if on cue, nuzzled closer to Taylor, her steady purring providing a small comfort. Taylor reached down to scratch behind her ears, feeling a sense of relief start to settle in. John's presence, like always, brought her back to the present, pulling her out of the lingering haze of the nightmare.

"Do you want to talk about it?" John asked, his tone gentle.

Taylor shook her head. "No, it's just... the usual stuff. Cameras, people not leaving me alone. I guess after what happened the other day, it just hit harder than usual." She glanced at John, her voice softer now. "I thought I'd be fine, but it's still messing with me."

John nodded, understanding. "It's normal to feel that way after something like that. You went through a lot, and it takes time to shake off. But you're safe here, and we're always watching out for you."

Taylor smiled faintly, feeling a little more at ease. She knew she was surrounded by people who cared for her, who made her safety their priority, but it was moments like these—when the vulnerability hit hard—that she truly appreciated them.

"Thank you, John," she said, her voice sincere. "For everything."

John gave her a reassuring smile. "Always, Taylor. You don't have to thank me. Just rest, alright? We'll be right outside if you need anything."

Taylor nodded, watching as he stood to leave, but before he could go, she spoke up again. "Could you stay for a little while? Just until I fall asleep?"

John looked at her for a moment, then gave a small nod. "Of course."

He settled back into the chair, his presence calming and steady. Taylor relaxed back into her pillows, one hand resting on Meredith's soft fur, the other still gripping the blanket. Her breathing slowly evened out, the nightmare beginning to fade into the background as John's quiet presence filled the room.

It wasn't long before her eyes began to flutter closed, the fear and anxiety replaced with a sense of safety. As Taylor drifted off to sleep, John remained in the chair, keeping a silent vigil, making sure that nothing—no nightmare, no fear—would disturb her again.

For now, she was safe, surrounded by those who would always be there for her, no matter what. And though Travis wasn't there in person, she knew he was just a call away, always looking out for her in his own way, even from miles away.