Taylor Swift Imagines Book Three (gxg)

i'll keep you safe (requested)

Trigger warning; possibly triggering content ahead.

You looked around the party for your best friend Taylor, wondering where she could've possibly gone.

You shoved your way through the crowd of people that were chattering loudly. You looked throughout every room for her, but she was nowhere to be found.

Your friend had this strange rule about no one going anywhere upstairs while the party was going on. But not knowing where Taylor had gone to, especially after what she's been through recently with one of her ex's, you can't help but worry and snuck upstairs, knowing your friend wouldn't get upset with you if you got caught.

You crept down the hallway and froze on your feet when you heard what sounded like Taylor yelling loudly. You followed the sound and threw the door open, gasping at the sight of Taylor underneath her ex's body. "Tom!" He turned his head at the sound of your angry voice ringing out. "Leave her alone! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

He quickly climbed off of Taylor and ran out of the room. Your anger quickly dwindled when you heard Taylor whimper. You ran over to her and saw her shoulders bruised, scratches all across her shoulders with blood seeping out from a few of the cuts; not to mention the tears streaming down her face.

Her lip was also cut, bleeding and swollen. You ran into the en-suite bathroom and wet down a cloth before running back to her and putting it on her lip. "What happened, Tay?" A silent tear fell from her eye. "Did he hurt you?"

She looked you in your eyes and hesitantly nodded her head. "Stay here and don't move," you attempted to hide the overwhelming feeling of anger washing over you as you kissed her forehead and stormed out of the room.

You stomped downstairs and saw Tom standing around, talking to his friends casually and flirting obnoxiously with girls that clearly had no clue what he had just done.

"Hey!" You stormed over to him and pushed him back. He spilled his drink onto his feet and his cup fell onto the floor from the force of your shove. "What the fuck is wrong with you y/n!"

"Don't!" You yelled out, louder than he'd yelled at you. You caught the attention of all the partygoers, all eyes now on you and Tom. "What's wrong with me? How about you? How dare you hurt Taylor like that!"

He chuckled nervously and looked around the room.

"Don't chuckle. It's not funny. It's not cute. You're absolutely disgusting." You said as you clenched your jaw. "You don't deserve Taylor. You never did. How could you hurt her? How could you put your hands on her that way?" You seethed and clenched your fists to hold back the urge to hurt him; it wouldn't better the situation. It wasn't gonna make you any better than him.

"Never again in your miserable life will you ever put your hands on my girl again. Not you, not anyone. Are we clear?"

He looked around the room and then back at you. He scoffed and turned his back. He was out the door pretty fast, with the help of people shoving and cursing at him.

You ran upstairs to check on Taylor, but she wasn't in the bedroom anymore. She was standing at the top of the stairs. Her hair was disheveled and she had tear stains on her cheeks. The sight of her looking so hurt, hurt you.

"Are you okay?" You asked her as you approached her.

"Yeah. I will be, anyway. But..."

You knit your eyebrows together. "But what?"

She cracked a small smile but had to stop due to the sting of her lip. "You called me your girl."

Your breath hitched in your throat. You could try to pass it off as a slip of the tongue, but truthfully, it isn't the first time you've called her that, but she doesn't know that.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be. I actually like the way it sounded coming from you." She said as she stepped closer to you. You looked down at her slightly swollen lips and into her eyes before leaning in and pecking her lips.

"Wait," you said making Taylor's eyes go wide. "Your lip,"

She shook her head at you and cupped your cheek. "I'm okay, y/n. Thanks to you," she flashed you a small smile and laid her forehead on yours.

You traced her lip with your thumb. You looked down at the bruises on her shoulders and chest, the coloration of the purple and blue mix making you feel disgusted by Tom's actions.

"Are you okay, Taylor?" You asked worryingly and Taylor just simply stroked your cheek as she gazed into your eyes. "I am now."