Taylor Swift one shots

How Did They Find Us?

It was the middle of the night, and the penthouse where Taylor and Travis were staying in New York was quiet. The city outside never truly slept, but inside, everything was still. Taylor and Travis had decided to take a brief break between their hectic schedules, hoping for some peace in one of the more discreet parts of Manhattan. It had been a long day, and both of them were sound asleep, wrapped up in the warmth of each other, enjoying the rare moment of calm.

But that calm was shattered abruptly.

Downstairs, Taylor's head of security, John, was monitoring the building's security feed when something caught his eye. A few shadows moving on the street outside—the kind of movement he knew all too well. He narrowed his eyes and zoomed in on the footage. It wasn't just one person lingering outside, it was several. Some had cameras, others were holding up their phones, already snapping pictures of the building.

"Damn it," John muttered under his breath. He knew exactly what was happening. Paparazzi and fans had somehow found out where they were staying. He quickly keyed his radio and spoke into it.

"We've got a situation. Paparazzi and fans outside, multiple individuals. We're moving into lockdown mode. Everyone, on alert."

Two security guards stationed nearby immediately sprang into action, moving towards the building's entrance to secure it. John knew he couldn't let this escalate. If the crowd grew, it could turn into chaos quickly, and he had to keep Taylor and Travis safe above all else.

Without wasting any more time, John rushed up the private elevator that led to the penthouse. He moved swiftly, his mind already racing through the next steps. The other guards would handle the crowd control outside, but his priority was making sure Taylor and Travis were secured.

He reached their door and, without hesitation, used his key to enter. The door opened quietly, and he stepped inside, two security guards following closely behind him. The room was dimly lit by the glow of the city lights filtering through the windows, and Taylor and Travis were still fast asleep, unaware of the situation developing outside.

John walked to the side of the bed, his voice low but urgent. "Taylor, Travis, wake up."

Taylor stirred first, blinking groggily as she tried to process what was happening. "John? What's going on?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep as she sat up slightly, her eyes darting between him and the other guards.

Travis woke up a second later, his instincts kicking in immediately. He glanced at John, already sensing that something was wrong. "What's happening?"

"We've got paparazzi and fans outside. They've found out where you're staying. We're moving into lockdown mode, but I need you both to stay inside the penthouse. We're securing the building, but I didn't want to risk any surprises," John explained, his voice steady but filled with urgency.

Taylor's eyes widened as the reality of the situation set in. "How did they find us?" she asked, the familiar dread creeping into her chest. She had hoped this trip would be a quiet escape, a moment of peace away from the spotlight.

John shook his head, already scanning the room to make sure everything was secure. "Not sure yet. It could've been a leak, someone might've tipped them off, or maybe they just pieced it together. Either way, they know you're here, and more might show up if we don't handle it quickly."

Travis threw the covers off and got out of bed, pulling on a t-shirt. "What do we need to do?" he asked, his expression serious as he moved closer to Taylor, his protective instincts kicking in.

"For now, just stay here," John said, glancing at both of them. "We've got men on the ground, and we're locking down the entrances and exits. We'll do a sweep of the building to make sure no one tries to get inside. You're safe here, but I need you to stay put until we clear everything."

Taylor sat up fully, her heart racing. She hated this—the constant intrusion, the feeling of being hunted no matter where she went. The thought of fans and paparazzi swarming the building made her stomach twist in knots. She glanced at Travis, who was now standing beside her, his hand resting on her shoulder.

"We'll be alright," Travis said softly, trying to reassure her. "John's got it handled."

Taylor nodded, though the anxiety still clung to her. She trusted John completely, but moments like these reminded her of how vulnerable she always felt, even in her own space. There was never a moment of complete privacy, never a time when she didn't have to worry about someone trying to invade her life.

John could sense her unease, and he gave her a reassuring look. "We're on top of it, Taylor. I'll have an update for you soon. We've been through this before, and we'll handle it."

Taylor nodded again, grateful for his calm presence. "Thank you, John."

With that, John and the other guards moved back towards the door, securing it behind them as they left to continue managing the situation. Outside, the security team had already set up a perimeter, keeping the paparazzi and fans at bay. The crowd wasn't huge yet, but it could easily grow if more people found out where they were. The guards worked quickly, doing their best to prevent any escalation.

Back inside the penthouse, Taylor leaned into Travis, who wrapped his arms around her in a comforting embrace. "I'm so tired of this," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I just wanted a break."

"I know," Travis murmured, kissing the top of her head. "I know, babe. It'll be okay. They'll handle it, and we'll be fine."

Taylor sighed, leaning into him as she tried to calm her racing thoughts. She hated how quickly peace could be shattered in her world, how the simple act of trying to rest could be interrupted by the constant scrutiny of the public. But for now, she was grateful to have Travis by her side and John and the team keeping them safe.

Together, they waited for the night to settle back into calm, knowing that their security had everything under control. It wasn't the quiet escape they had hoped for, but at least they had each other, and that was enough for now.