Jaylor One Shots

Security Freak Out

Taylor was having the night of her life. She was at the point in the show where she gets to walk from the first B-stage to the second B-stage. She had her hands out, her smile was huge, she loves being able to grab onto her fans hands and see the joy on their faces, clearly having just as good of a time as she was. She squeezed peoples hands, blowing kisses and telling people she loved them too. Suddenly, she gets stopped by a security guard. It isn't one of her personal security guards, it's just on of the ones hired by the venue for the evening. He says something to her but she can't quite make it out so she takes her ear piece out to hear him. He gets closer to her ear,

"Jesus loves you." He says, her blood runs cold and her smile drops for a moment, fear seeping into her mind. What the hell did he mean by that? As much as she wants to stop and freak out about it in that moment, she forces herself to keep moving forward, knowing she has cameras on her at the moment. When she sees her fans screaming for her, she relaxes a bit, her smile returning as she moves down the aisle, continuing to hold hands with people. Her good mood returns but she can't help but feel slightly off for the rest of the show, quietly freaking out about what he'd said and what he meant by it. Was something bad going to happen that she doesn't know about? 

When Taylor finishes the show, she hops off stage and acts as if everything's normal. She hugs her crew, high-fives her band and dancers before getting changed for Rep Room. Getting changed leaves her by herself and the fear creeps back in again. Her biggest fear is a shooting or a bombing occurring at one of her events. She's worked so hard to keep everyone involved in her concerts safe. Fans, crew, dancers, singers, band and herself. She can't help but worry that he said that because something bad is going to happen which sends shivers down her spine. Rationally, she knows he probably meant no harm by it but it was messing with her head more than she wanted it to. Taylor takes a few deep breaths, collecting herself before heading off to greet fans. 

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The rest of her evening had been great. Taylor had spent ages taking pictures, hugging and chatting with fans. She loves that part of the evening, hearing about their lives is something that's special to her and she really enjoys spending that time with them. Unfortunately now she's alone again, in her hotel room. Freaking out. She's slowly getting more and more worked up about it. She hasn't said anything to anyone about it yet because she's at the point where she's not sure if she's building it up in her head or not. So here she is, pacing back and forth in a hotel room in Minneapolis worrying about security again. The last thing Taylor wants is to put anyone in danger but obviously there's a risk with a concert with thousands of people sitting in the audience. Just look at what happened in Manchester. She feels tears slipping out of her eyes and she hugs her body with her arms, trying to stop shaking. It's not working for her so she picks up her phone, trying to figure out what time it is in London. It's 8am there. There's no guarantees that he's awake but she doesn't know what else to do. She can't stop panicking about this stupid comment, and subsequently the overall security of her stadium tour. 

Taylor presses the call button, bringing the phone to her ear. Her hand is shaking and tears are still slipping down her face. It rings for a while but finally, Joe picks up. 

"Hey babe! How was your show?" Taylor presses her lips together and tries to swallow the lump in her throat and say something but she can't. Tears are spilling out of her eyes but no words are coming from her mouth. She sinks to the floor, putting her head on her knees but keeping the phone to her ear.

"Taylor?" She can hear the concern in his voice and it breaks her heart. 

"Joe...I can't..." That's all she manages to get out before a sob wracks through her body.

"Hey...what's wrong?" Joe says softly. All she wants right now is to be in his arms, to take comfort in his warm body and know that she's safe, and going to be perfectly fine. Obviously that's not the case. She's here, in Minneapolis and he's in London. Taylor wipes under her eyes, trying to formulate an answer.