Promises

Chapter Six

Taylor awoke from the pilot's voice sounding through the intercom, instructing the passengers to return to their seats and fasten their seatbelts as they were close to landing. When she opened her eyes, she startled from seeing herself sitting in the seat opposite to her, but then she remembered everything that had happened in the previous days.

I can't believe we're really doing this, she thought to herself and gently squeezed Karlie's hand to let the girl sitting next to know she was awake. Karlie turned her head towards her and smiled.

"Miss Swift, what are your plans after we arrive in New York? Where would you like to go?" one of Taylor's security guards approached who he thought was Taylor before returning to his seat.

"We're going straight to my apartment" Nevada answered.

"Alright, as you wish."

Taylor had not gotten used to seeing herself from a different person's perspective, and she hoped she'd never have to after today. Nevada had not exaggerated their shape-shifting skills; it was uncanny. Their appearance completely matched Taylor's, and the night before they had watched interviews of Taylor for Nevada to copy her mannerisms. Nevertheless they had agreed for Nevada-Taylor to talk as little as possible on their way from LA to NYC. It had all gone as planned, so far at least. Taylor knew she wouldn't be able to breathe out until they arrived at her house, however.

"You're shaking. Calm down. It's gonna be fine, I promise" Karlie whispered towards her as quietly as possible.

Taylor didn't respond, but squeezed Karlie's hand again, appreciating her comforting words.

The private plane landed on an area separate from the commercial flights, and a few minutes later everyone was able to disembark. Andrea went first, then Taylor, then Nevada-Taylor, Karlie and the security guard.

As they were walking towards the airport building, Taylor could feel her anxiety rise in her chest and kept looking back to Nevada. The CA member was nothing but professional, as if they did this every day. Taylor briefly wondered how often they did such impersonations.

"Miss Swift, your car is waiting for you in the parking lot. I hear that rumor is ahead of us and there are fans waiting for you inside the building. Would you like to stop for them?" Michael, the security guard, approached Nevada.

"Thank you, but no, I'm afraid I'm not feeling well, I want to go home" Nevada declined politely.

Taylor felt like watching a video or a hologram of herself. She shuddered once again. She felt bad having to let her fans down, but they just couldn't risk it.

They made it to the SUV without any accidents, and when they exited the airport's parking lot, Taylor exhaled deeply.

Almost there.

After a while, she noticed Nevada-Taylor shaking and seeming blurred. Karlie had noticed too, given her shocked facial expression.

"Oh my god ..." Karlie whispered.

It was only the four of them in the back of the car, the front seats divided by glass, so the driver and security guard in the front would be able to see them if they turned around, but not hear them given average volume.

Taylor panicked and couldn't look away from the two men in the front, scared they might turn around.

Andrea had noticed too.

"What is happening?" she asked with wide eyes.

"It's been a couple of hours ... I'm starting to get tired ..." Nevada replied, their voice unstable.