sitting on the couch, I spent what felt like half a life staring at my phone screen, blissfully unaware if the message on my screen was a prank, a reminder of what I'd said on the podcast about how I'd gone to taylor swift's concert and taken a bracelet with my number on it for her
The bracelet itself was more of a joke, I was almost sure I wasn't going to meet her that day, and if I had, I would've been too scared and backed out, it would've been embarrassing if she hadn't accepted it and i wouldn't have wanted to make her uncomfortable, even if deep down I had hoped she'd have it
But now here I was with a message on my screen from an unknown number, claiming to be her
The gorgeous woman with great grace and fame, wanting to thank me for the bracelet, the one that still sat on my nightstand
The stupid guys had really outdone themselves this time, gotten a number just for this, to make me think that the taylor swift really was texting me but I wasn't going to fall into their little prank
I shut my phone off to get something to snack on while I watch tv, it hasn't been long since I came back from the gym and I could eat something before dinner
When I sit back down, my phone pings again
'i thought you wanted my number, now you're leaving me on seen?'
'Nice try guys, i know it's you'
'What's it going to take for you to believe me? A picture a blender on top of my head?'
'Patrick I know you're behind this, just leave me alone, I know you thought the bracelet was hilarious but the jokes over, leave me the fuck alone, it's not funny anymore'
'this is taylor, not Patrick'
'Look I don't care who the fuck you are or how you got my number, this is some sick joke, leave me alone, and if it is Patrick, go fuck yourself man, i already told you to drop it'
'I don't know who Patrick is but I do know that it's taylor and I also know that you're an idiot , I just wanted to say thank you for the bracelet, maybe have more communication with your publicist, goodbye asshole'
That last text makes my heart drop, i had silenced notifications from my publicist this morning before practice because although she was the only person not teasing me about what I had said on the podcast, that's all she kept talking to me about, it's all that was online about me lately
Did i really just tell the Taylor swift to go fuck herself?
I quickly open the texts from my publicist, and sure enough, she alerts me that Taylor's publicist has reached out asking for my number because Taylor wants to thank me personally for the name dropping on the podcast
What an idiot, the Taylor swift was personally texting me and I decide to be an asshole to her
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How to Mend a Broken Heart - Taylor swift and Travis Kelce
Fanfictionafter multiple failed relationships, Taylor begins to think that maybe love isn't for her, at one of her lowest points she meets Travis, who she falls madly in love with, but she quickly discovers he's keeping a secret from her