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Chapter 26: Take my breath (Part 2)

Author's note: Thanks to shanellerw for requesting the idea of these two-part-chapters, and emmyalwaysslays for asking for a part 2 after only a few hours after part 1 was posted!

What is it like to be a part of Taylor Swift's life at this time? 

All I know is that you could actually ask me and get an answer, if I only had the words.

Not that I had been a big part. It was just that night... I put my arms over my eyes where my face lit up in a smile with the thought. Oh, the best night of my life for several reasons.

Being the swiftie that I am, I can't open my phone without either news or posts about Taylor Swift. But I see her in a different way now. Not as something unattainable, a great role model and nothing more. No, she was closer to me.

I recalled when I saw her drive away in the shiny black car in the night after our meeting. I remembered her words whispered to me and only me. Her songs on stage earlier that night, and forever written in my brain.

Just as my face was in hers, without my knowing it.

My phone's ringtone rang through the silence suddenly and I sat up on my bed looking down at it.

It was just a number... I spent a few seconds thinking about who it could be. Did I get Taylor's number? I didn't quite remember.

Nevertheless, it was a possibility it was her.

Careless of whether it was a salesman or something else, I took it and brought it to my ear.

"Hi, is this y/n?" A voice I had listened to throughout my life questioned. It was directly to me. She sought me out, and remembered our night.

I held back a small scream, reminding myself again not to fangirl.

"Yes, Taylor?" I asked, and squeezed my eyes closed in a small explosion of excitement in my chest. "Oh, good." She breathed, and I felt my heart speed up.

"You know, I have been thinking about it, and this might sound silly, but would you like to meet up?" She asked me.

Well, that's how I ended up here.

In the back of a braking taxi outside one of her houses. When it eventually and finally stopped I opened the door, thanked the driver she paid for me and let one foot land on the ground as I stepped out.

The second I closed the door I almost ran to the front door to see her again. I could hardly believe it when my fingertip rang the doorbell.

"What is your name?" Someone shouted behind me, and I turned in a jump from surprisement. A bodyguard pointed a finger at me, probably stressed about how he hadn't stopped me earlier. "y/n l/n, Taylor invited me." I told him, trying to calm my nerves at the same time as his. But all I could think of was her, the picture of us we painted together that night.

Or, should I say morning?

Smiled slightly to myself, not hearing a word of what he was saying. All I could hear was approaching footsteps from the house, before the lock clicked. I turned my head again to see the door open and Taylor's face looking out at the two of us, the bodyguard and me.

"Oh, it's okay. I invited her." She quickly said, flustered rosy cheeks spreading over her face like dotty clouds in the sky.

The bodyguard said something more, but careless I stepped into her house.

"Sorry about that." Taylor told me after explaining something more to the bodyguard, and apologizing for something to him as well.

"About what?" I asked, my head in the clouds as I looked around her house. She giggled softly and watched me turn around as I noticed every little detail of pictures and shoes. When I finally looked down from the beige walls of the round hallway with stairs following the wall behind me, my eyes locked to hers.

Silence of us both remembering our past moments better than ever when we saw each other again filled the room.

"A part of me was sure you forgot about me." I told her, breaking the silence.

Taylor smiled slightly and took a step closer to me. One of her fingertips traced the left side of my face so my hair was put behind my ear.

"As if I could forget you." She replied.

There was something about her eyes, they drew me in. I drowned in the blue lines that perceived my every move. Who liked what they saw.

"Could you forget about me?" She asked after a short moment of me taking in her six words. "No way. I'm your biggest fan." I answered as she let her hand down from the side of my face.

"You don't fangirl too much for that." She told me, and I shrugged.

"On the inside."

"I did see you scream during I Did Something Bad on the show that night."

"You just can't get your eyes off me, can you?" I asked jokingly at her, somehow making her blush even more. Then suddenly, her face faded.

"It's a problem, isn't it?" I asked her silently.

"We were accidental. Besides, this life isn't the best."

"I can deal with that. Don't you like 'accidental love'?"

"...I love this one."

I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't do it. I had to. The moment I put my hand on her cheek and leaned in to be the one to kiss her this time, with no music around us, no distractions, we both got an answer.

Against the wall with her, my lips against hers, my hair intertwined with hers, I accepted that at least the next year of my life was going to be a dream.

I had been in love with her all my life, anyway.

Was it accidental?

What is it like to be a part of Taylor Swift's life at this time?

I knew the answer now, but only as one character. In my opinion, the best you could get. I was her girlfriend.