He Looked In People's Windows

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TAYLOR'S POV

"Aw Tay, you did not have to make anything. It's your birthday. I should've cooked something, I'm so sorry the party went late, so did practice," Travis says. I shrug.

"I don't mind, I love cooking," I say. Travis kisses me lightly on the lips before sitting next to me. We say a short prayer before starting to eat. There's a small rustle outside and I jolt my head towards the window across from the table.

"Shh, it's okay baby," Travis says, taking my hand and gently squeezing.

"Could you please check? I've had stalkers before, I'm scared," I whisper. Travis nods and stands up. He kisses the top of my head and gives my back a small rub.

"Of course sweetheart," Travis walks to the window and looks out. "There's nothing there sweetie. You're safe." I nod and as Travis starts to sit down there's another rustle by the front door and I jump up. Travis takes me behind his back and squeezes my hand. "I'll call security, let's go up to our room. We can watch a movie and cuddle." I nod and smile a little. Travis quickly puts away the food as I walk to the front to look outside.

"Don't say a word," A voice says. Tears prick at my eyes as an arm wraps around my neck. Joe fucking Alwyn. He'd always been abusive, and when I finally ended it he had done everything possible to stay away from me.

"Hey babe, security's here, they wanna ta-" Travis stops in his tracks. The security follows behind him and pulls out a gun and holds it to Joe's head. Joe slowly lets go of my neck and I fall out of his grasp. The security leads Joe outside and I start to sob.

"Trav-I, I, I'm so scared," I say in between tears. Travis nods and wraps his arms tightly around me.

"I know sweetie, I know," he whispers. He pulls my head closer to his chest. "Let's go upstairs." I nod and walk upstairs with Travis' help. We cuddle up in bed and I lay pressed up against Trav. "Tay, shhh, you don't have to shake. I'll keep you safe." Travis says brushing hair out of my face. I look up at him.

"Promise?" I ask.

"I pinky promise Taylor Alison Swift. I won't let anybody lay there finger on you, tell me anything. I'll take care of it."


(a/n: sorry this is so short idk what else to add)

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