I'm Not Crazy

I'm Not Crazy

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“Oliver, is that you? I miss you, Oliver, I really do. When are you coming home? I made us dinner tonight – your favourite, roast vegetables and lamb. I didn’t burn anything so we don’t have to order takeaway.” “Come on, Oli, come home. Please. For me. I need to tell you about my day; it’s incredibly interesting. I would tell you now, but that defeats the purpose. Oliver, the potatoes are going cold. I just ate one. Hurry up, please.” “Oliver, where are you – no, don’t answer that. That’s – argh! Oliver. Get your sorry butt home now. Oliver! Oliver!” “Oli… I love you. Please return to me.” - - - Dedication goes to Rianne, Aliya, Nikko, Shay and all other Hayliver shippers. Inspiration comes from “(One of Those) Crazy Girls” by Paramore. One shot.
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Dear Rory, I'm sorry about what I said. I'm leaving for LA in two days. Can we talk before then, please? We can just drive around as usual. I don't know how to do this if you're upset with me. Call me please. I'm staying at my parents' house. Love, Taylor *** Aurora Taylor has been living her best life for the past ten years or so. She works for Odyssey, a travel magazine based in New York City, New York, where she gets to go on dozens of trips a year to the most beautiful corners on earth to write articles about her journey. When she's not travelling, she also dabbles in fiction writing, a little secret passion of hers only few people know about. When the pressure of her two jobs gets a little too hard to manage, she decided to take a week off in a beautiful town at the beach in Northern Italy. A week full of unadulterated fun and relaxation, with unlimited glasses of chilled Prosecco and gelato cones. Or, so she thought. Her plans are completely ruined when she runs into someone she never thought she would ever see again. Not in person at least. A ghost from her past. Taylor Swift. Thirteen years and the universe decides to throw them together in a random town in Italy. Taylor does not believe that it is a coincidence. Aurora is a little reluctant to believe it. But thirteen years is a hard number for Taylor to ignore and she is adamant on making things right with the writer who finds it hard to forgive and forget all that was said and done thirteen years ago. *** This story is entirely my work of fiction. All characters and fictional places are from my own imagination except for real celebrities. The timeline is not necessarily a hundred percent accurate to Taylor's for the sake of the story and for it to make sense. I hope you enjoy it!

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