Taylor Swift Imagines

47| Woken Up As An Angel

Imagine waking up as Taylor swift.

When you woke up this morning, you were expecting to wake up in your bed. This morning, you woke in someone else's bed. It was four times bigger than your own. You walked around the bedroom, investigating to who's room you were in. You fell on the floor when you found who owned the place once you saw a reflection of yourself on the mirror. Her curly blond hair was up into a bun. Her blue eyes were staring at you. You brought your hand on your cheek, your eyes on the mirror. When you felt the fingertips across your cheek, you screamed loudly.

Adam rushed into the room, holding a spatula and his kitchen towel on his left hand. You could not but laugh at him. A sudden realisation comes to mind, he thinks that you are Taylor. With your panic stricken self, you dashed under your blanket leaving a confused questioning Adam.
"Taylor?" He asked, lifting the blanket over your body. Your eyes widen as you try to find a way out of this mess. That was a good thirty second of you staring blankly at him as he stared at you.

"I saw a cockroach." You stated as he burst into laughter. His laughter filled the room causing you to smile.

"You're always adorable, I hope you know that." Adam says. He lifts the blanket and carries you down the stairs all to the way of the living room. There were two plates decorated with pancakes and sausages. It was Taylor's favourite? Maybe, you did not know much about her personal life, snippets of them that she said in many interviews. You sat down on the chair and began to eat not realising that you were hungry.

"You're a hungry little thing, aren't you?" Adam commented, grabbing his own food into his mouth. You had to eat something to calm down. You were enjoying this meal with Adam mostly watching his girlfriend, you. You hoped that he doesn't see anything wrong. Maybe you should just tell him the truth? That is really out of the question.
"Are you alright, Taylor? You aren't being like yourself." Adam noticed, making your stomach sink.  How does one act like an angel?
"I'm just thinking." You confessed. You had to do something. Your phone, I mean Taylor's phone rang. Your number appears on the caller ID. Your heart drops as you nervously tap answer.
"I..." You trailed off. Your heart was beating fast. You could feel it through your chest. Adam walks over to you his hand slides in to your in attempts to calm you. You shake it off surprising Adam. You gave him a sad smile. Hitting the loudspeaker, your voice echoed into the apartment.

"Y/N?" Your voice says.

"Yes, Taylor?" You answered. You definitely sound nervous. 

"What?" Adam shouts, staring at you.

"Adam. She's not Taylor. I am." Taylor says. Adam was so confused. He looks at you and the phone again and again until he decided to leave the room.

"Taylor. I am so sorry. I don't know what happened. It might be my fault. How do we.." You trailed off again into saying nothing. There was no logic in this problem.

"For one day, I wished for a normal life. Maybe you wanted mine." Taylor concluded.

"I wanted to meet you. Well, hi taylor. I love your apartment. I can not help but feel like I am intruding." You said.

"That's okay. I guess that I am too. Nice room." She said. Your cheeks reddened. You were so happy that your poster were down. All Taylor sees now is her albums and perfume.

"Thank you. So how do we do this? I freaked your boyfriend. Don't worry. He didn't touch me at all."

"I know he wouldn't and I trust you. We're friends."