You had been Taylor's producer for about 5 years now, and it was getting more and more difficult to hide your feelings for her. You wanted to tell her how you felt, but she was straight. Right?
Taylor was having a party and you were helping her host it. You sat on the edge of her bed, waiting to for her to show you her party outfit. When the door creaked open, your chest tightened up and your cheeks flushed a bright red. She looked gorgeous. "You look gre-good. You look good!" You took a deep breath.
After a few drinks, you were a little bit out of it, but still okay. You sat next to Taylor and Gigi, while they talked about life. Luckily none of them noticed your eyes that were glued to Taylor's face. You just couldn't get over how good she looked. You soon dispersed, talking to different people. You caught up with a friend and drank a few glasses. A few hours later, everyone was heading out and you walked over to Taylor, but couldn't recognize that it was her. "So do you know Taylor?" You asked.
"Yeah" Taylor laughed, thinking you were joking.
"She's really pretty. Like I have a crush on her" you giggled.
"You do?" She smirked.
"Yeah, I mean who doesn't?"
. . . . . . . . . .
You forgot what happened after that, but you actually slept over with Taylor. You walked downstairs, smelling the scent of Taylor's famous waffles.
"Morning" you smiled.
"Morning Y/N! How are you feeling?" Taylor asked.
"I'm fine" you yawned.
"You really don't know what happened last night, do you?" Taylor grinned.
"What are you talking about?" You asked, worried that you said something stupid while you were drunk.
"You- well I guess you didn't recognize me but you told me about how you had a crush on Taylor Swift," she was hiding a blush, and so were you, "and I'm Taylor Swift"
Your eyes went wide as you realized what she was talking about. You confessed your feelings last night while you were drunk. "Fuck" you muttered under your breath.
"You must've been really out of it" she laughed.
"Well actually-" you sighed, ready to tell her.
"I wasn't. I like you, Taylor. A lot. And I was worried about telling you because I didn't know if you were- "
You were cut off with Taylor's soft lips against yours. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as your hands tangled in her hair.
"I like you too, Y/N" You both smiled.
This was your dream come true.
