Taylor Swift Imagines

45| You've just been Punked!

Imagine being Adam's sister and you guys wanted to prank Taylor on a Wednesday night.

"Adam!!! Let's prank Taylor!!!" You screamed, running into his apartment. Your brother questioned himself to why he gave you a key. You always get his food and steal his records instead of buying it yourself. But you were his sister and he would not choose anyone else above you.

He heard your screams and high pitch screams from downstairs. He knew you were up to something. He was just elated that he was part of the plan.

"Y/N! Calm down, calm down." He says, trying to calm you down. He was worried for what you placed into your mouth. You are always energetic. He loved that about you. Being an older brother, he was always protective of you.

"I have this whole elaborate plan. Taylor comes in after a rumour comes in that something happened to this house. Before that we fill the rubber balls in the living room, put sticky notes on everything, put toilet paper everywhere, wrap the cars with aluminium tin foil and put cups filled with water on the steps." You said in a hurry. Adam's lips form a smile as you place your hands together. It's time!

You left the house to get the things you needed. Entering the mall, you were bombarded with paparazzi. Flashes of light hit your face as you made a way to manoeuvre yourself around them.
"Y/N! Where are you going? Is Calvin in his house? Where is Taylor? How are you?" They asked you, bombarding you with questions that you are not answering.

"No comment." You stated, bowing your head and smiling in response. If you have nothing good to say, act nice. You grabbed 10,000 balloons, toilet paper and lots of sticky notes and everything else you needed. Going to the counter, people were staring at you like you were crazy then you remembered you were not "normal" anymore. You had Calvin Harris as a sister and Taylor Swift as a newly befriended best friend, lost sister kind of thing. Other than that, you were now an accomplished author.

"Hi, can all this be delivered today or tomorrow?" You asked happily. Thank God that Taylor was coming home in three days from her 1989 tour.

"Yes, ma'am. Send me your address and phone number here." The cashier asked you, handling you a sheet of paper and a pen. You wrote down the address and you were headed out. Once again you were bombarded with paparazzi.

"What did you buy? Where are you going?"

"I'm just fixing the house something happened." You said sternly before heading to the car where Adam was driving.

The whole day after that was just with you doing everything. You had gallons of water in the cups placed on the stairs. You placed the sticky notes everywhere filling the walls and you could not see anything. The floors were either filled with rubber balls or had plastic cups with water in them. The cars were wrapped in foil. When you were finished, you heard both pf your phones ring at the same time. Your phone showed it was Mama Swift. Adam raised his phone showing it was Taylor. You answered on the fourth ring.

"Hi Mama Swift." You greeted her.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO THE HOUSE? WAS IT BURNT? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN? ARE YOU OKAY?" She screamed.
"Woah, we are both fine. It was just a slight problem." You explained, trying to keep your cool. Taylor was not going to be happy at all. She will laugh and then make us fix this.

The door bell rang and we checked it was Taylor. You stared at Adam as Adam stared at you. You ran to the unharmed place which was just the garage. She opens the door and shouts omg. She sounds more happy than mad. That was a good sign. She puts her bag on the toilet paper wrapped couch. She looks around and fixes the water cups. She goes up and laughs. She saw the rubber balls fall down to the stairs. She sees the sticky notes and all the toilet paper. After a few ten minutes, she shouts for our names. 

"ADAM, Y/N!!!! GET YOUR LOVELY BUTTS IN HERE!" She says, as you both walk into the living room trying not to laugh. Taylor comes with an army of ten people with water guns. You were about to run into the garage when Ed Sheeran and Selena Gomez runs stops you. They are both armed with water guns too. They pull the trigger and drench you in water.

Let's just say it took a while to fix the mess.

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