Needless to say, she had absolutely no control over her actions. No, she wasn't drunk yet; not on the drinks she's had in the past thirty painful minutes, atleast. But she was intoxicated and smashed and hammered and thrashed and every other word there is for drunk; over his bloody accent. She laughed to no ends – not sure if the humour lied in him being unattainable or her miserable life. In all honesty, that was a blurred line. And she was out of options. Could she cry in front of these many cameras and celebrities that cost billions? Ruin her already shredding reputation? Make headlines about her snot and tears? Absolutely not. So she laughed. Hysterically, painfully and furiously. Stealing glances at him, at his kite-high friends that kept him company, at his hands that held the luckiest wine glass in the universe.
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FanfictionAll she wants is to have somewhat of a peaceful life but that's wishful thinking when you're a ten-time Grammy award winner. Taylor Swift's already drama-filled life gets more complicated as she searches for a way to get rid of her boyfriend of one...
