Adopted by Taylor Swift

Shit my shirt

Chapter 25

Bridget's POV

I felt bad leaving Niall's house like that. But I just couldn't stay around; I was scared because I have been having feelings for him. I don't want him to leave me so I left myself.

I didn't want to go home yet, so I started to walk around town. I had sunglasses and a hat on so people wouldn't be able to recognize me, I didn't want them to know Niall hooked up with a pity asshole and slut.

It could ruin his reputation. I walked into a Starbucks and sat down at a table. An employee was on break to the table next to me.

"You okay ma'am? You look sad..." It was a guy, about my age; he was tall with shaggy brown hair and brown eyes.

"Yeah I'm fine, just a black coffee" I shoo him away, placing a menu over my face. He gave me a confused look and just then a girl spotted the shirt I was wearing.

"Oh. My. God. That is Niall Horan's Shirt!" He wore that on the second day of the tour!" Wow... the fact that she knows that, is scary. Her friends looked over there too and all ran towards me.

"Fuck" I mumbled under my breath.

"Where did you get that?" same girl asking me right in my face.

"Oh my!! You're Taylor Swift's daughter! Bobby!" another girl chimed

"No dummy her name is Bridget!!" They were fighting with each other about my name god.
So annoying "So how'd you get his shirt?!?"

She takes a look at my overall appearance, noticing the bruises on my neck. Shit I forgot to cover my hickys "oh my god you slept with him!" The girl that noticed me yelled as loud as she could. A guy with a camera starting running over, pap. Fuck my life.

"How was it" the girls were gushing

"What are you and Taylor doing in England!? What are you doing with Niall?" The pap was badgering me with questions. I finally got up and ran for the door *click* *click* he was now taking pictures. "Why are you running Ms. Swift? Hiding something?!"

I got outside and it was pouring rain, and I didn't know where I was. So I started running, I ran past what seemed like Niall's flat but I didn't stop. I kept running. I didn't want to be around anyone. I ran into a park and under a bridge for cover.

I sat down to compose myself. I didn't realize it but I was crying like crazy and I couldn't stop. I could just see the headlines now 'Bridget Swift sleeps with Niall Horan. Is Mom okay with it?' Or they would make it worse than what really happened 'Niall sleeps with Taylors daughter. Now pregnant'

I do remember where I was, I was right in front of the club we went to last night. I stayed under the bridge until maybe 5; when the club opened.

Thankfully, when I walked in and they remembered me from last night so they just let me in. I sat at the bar for a while, a few guys bought me some drinks and then I just put my credit card on the table and went like crazy.

My night turned into a blur when body shots started to happen. I had taken the body shots for a while and finally decided to show off what my momma gave me, letting the people take body shots off of me.

Well, I think that's what happened.

But after thinking about what had happened, I was already in an unfamiliar place. I woke up with another major headache, showing the liquor got the best of me last night.

I try again to remember things from last night.  From my typical patterns, I drank too much, ended up flirting myself into some guys pants, which leads me to this dark apartment.

Part of me hopes Taylor doesn't find out... But that other part of me loves this feeling again, the feeling of not knowing where I was and just knowing had a lot of fun last night.

That's what gets me into these patterns again, are nights like this. I drink too much and ends up getting fucked by someone I can only hope was attractive.

These nights remind me of my freedom, the feeling of not having any place or person to go home. Leaving a craving at the bottom of my stomach. It's sick, I know. Me wanting to get wasted enough where I don't remember the sex I had, to go home to some place and do it all over again.

But that's what's got my head all fucked up. Is the feeling of this being normal. It's the heartfelt feeling of not knowing the persons name as you scream out for more. It's the vomiting at three in the morning after taking the joint too hard and staying high until the morning light.

These things I like, but as the light fades over the shades, I remind myself of what I have become. I've become Taylor's daughter, whether that's good or bad, I'm not who I should be any more. I have a home and if I learned anything from my brother, it was to respect the home you come from.

I know come from Taylor's home, and I have to suck this shit up, and respect the home I come from

Hey guys!!! Sorry I know you guys liked Bridget getting better but I thought this would be perfect!! Don't hate me for doing this! I'll be updating a few more times tonight I hope!