Taylor Swift Imagines

41| Secret Agent

Imagine being assigned to protect Taylor Swift and you were caught having to reveal your identity.

"Agent W813B, head over the office now. We are expecting you." The intercom said through the speakers notifying everyone that you were now assigned again. You were the one who gets assigned the most because you were young. When you were sixteen years old, you were asked to join to the force. You're parents were agents too which made it easier for you to train. You knew several martial arts and had mad acting skills. You were the perfect candidate to come.

Walking up to the office, you held your serious face on before opening the door. Your boss sat behind his dark wooden desk and she was holding folders of your next client.

"Welcome Y/N. I hope you slept right because it's time for your next task." She announced, flipping through the folder. She nodded while scanning through the papers.

"Yes, Ma'am." You replied, spending this time around the office. There were picture frames were placed strategically on the table. I could almost see m-

"I asked you a question, sweetheart. Are you alright with Taylor Swift as your next?" She questioned, raising her eyes and guarding your expression. You were smart enough not to show much emotion since she liked playing games.

"Yes, ma'am."

"What did I say about calling me ma'am?" She corrected you.

"Sorry, grandma." You corrected yourself. One of the reasons why you had the job was because your grandma was the head of the whole agency. When you were fifteen, you accidentally found this out. Jake, your best friend for so long, happens to be apart of the agency too. You were mad at them for keeping this. You were able to not talk to them for two whole months. Now, you were over it. Thank God.

"And sweetie, Jake is coming." She said, warning you. She knew you were a fan of Taylor Swift. Fan was an understatement. You called yourself a swiftie. She was the only thing that made you into a normal girl. You listened to her music and some other people but not as much as hers. You adored her for who she is.

You sighed as your grandmother gave the file. It had Taylor Swift's name on it. You were hired to make sure she'll be safe.

"Y/N! Y/N!" Jake said, waking you up from your slumber. You opened your sleepy eyes and wiped them free. You could not understand why he insisted to be in the concert 5 hours before the time.

"Jake, what the hell." You snapped, stretching your arms.

"We have a problem. Code Blue." Jake said, heading to the coffee table to get the keys. Code blue meant that there was something fishy about the era. You hurried out to the car and was ready to get there.

When you got there, you both took business. You showed your badges to the police and brought out one of her stalkers.  You tranquillised him and hand cuffed him to the police. By doing this action, you revealed your identity to Taylor causing you to be exterminated with the case.

"Are you okay? Thank you so much." Taylor said, her eyes were still shocked. You bowed your head showing your respect. You were trying to stop yourself from fangirling. In the corner of your eye, you could see Jake and his mischievous face.

"She's actually a big fan of yours. She has everything. She has your albums and your merchandi-"

"Jake, shut up." You said, covering his mouth to stop the embarrassment.

"Really? Why don't you stay? A couple hours." Taylor asked you.

"I have to check with my boss."
"Who is also her grandma." Jake said.
"Fine." Taylor cheered, holding your hand and leading you over backstage.

The next few hours were the best ever. You took so many photos with her. You talked with her about boys and her songs. You both exchanged numbers, watched movies, painted your nails until it was 2 in the morning.

"Thank you so much."
"You saved my life. It's the least that I can do."
"I think I should be the one telling you that."

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HEY! Comment if you want me to write romantic ones.