Taylor Swift Drunk Novels & Stories

I chuckle, “I can only hope they obey your words. Let’s go celebrate.” We walked into the house and found all the guys raising glasses of an amber liquid in a toast. I shook my head, smiling, “Evan must have told Elliot.” We are both chuckling when Elliot reached a hand to me, “Celebrate with us, love. It’s just apple juice. We all agreed that if you can’t have alcohol, it’s selfish of us to drink it in front of you.” I looked at Taylor, “How lucky are we to have these men in our lives?” Taylor agreed, “They certainly are the best.”

She said gulping hers down but shane give it to swyat "i told her am not drinking" he said Swyat drink it since it same type of drink he is drinking before.. "Gosh ! Help her to her room you know she is cute shane said dumping her on swyat arms "What the f*ck are you crazy? He yelled over the music while shane smirked leaving her to him.. "Baby come on let drink more! She said Ashhhhhhh! You are dead when i came back swyat said.. They both stagger up the stairs gosh i can't believe am drunk now swyat said feeling somehow dizzy..

I excused myself to go back to the office "Taylor, stop crying" I said and she cried louder "Are you drunk? It's 10 a.m there and why are you drunk in the morning?" I asked as I got into my car. I put her on bluetooth speaker in the car "I'm not drunk you idiot! YOU TOOK MY V CARD" She cried again and I laughed. Oh my god.. this is hilarious "Taylor.. You wanted me to.. I asked you about this" "But you should have stop" She cried oh boy

That was when I heard footsteps. “Devon,” Taylor’s voice called softly. I laughed bitterly. “Come to check if I am still standing?” She stepped closer, her brows furrowed with concern. “You are drunk.” “Not enough,” I muttered. She reached for the glass, trying to take it from me. “Stop.” I shook my head. “I did not want to tell you,” I slurred slightly, words tumbling over themselves now. “I did not want to ruin things. I thought if I waited, if I fixed it first—”

Sometimes, in his more lucid moments, he would catch the whispers, with fingers pointing at him. But instead of leaving him in sober, they had driven him deeper into the bottle's embrace. The Golden Rose was packed that evening, heavy with smokes from cigarettes and the tinkling of crystal glasses. Taylor sat at the bar, sipping what had to be his fifth or rather his sixth glass of bourbon. His collar was open, his silver hair mussed, and his eyes once keen now heavy and clouded with alcohol and grief. A young man in an expensive suit, probably fresh out of business school, sat down next to him.

T:- (shocked ) I swear to drunk I am not god . D:-(laughing ) We will talk about this in the morning . (Concerned) Had you never drank before ? T:-(pouting ) No I don't like the smell of alcohol it sucks . D:-( he get a but distracted seeing her pouting ) Come on , eat something then we will leave okay . (He manage to make her eat a good nutritious meal ) T:-(after eating ) Can we stay a little longer please Drake ? D:- (immediately ) No love , Now we are leaving you are drunk love you need to rest moreover it's your first time drinking and trust me you definitely crossed your limit .

"You're inhaling the baby. You've sniffed her head twice since you got here. I'm keeping a tally." "Once." "Twice. I don't miss things." Taylor sinks deeper into the chair. "It's sweet. Carry on. Sniff away." I hand Taylor the tea she pretended she didn't want. She asked if I was on a health kick, or just out of good Scotch. As if I hadn’t noticed she’s stopped drinking alcohol entirely. She always has a glass of something in her hand, but it never touches her lips. I watch her wrap both hands around the mug like she's cold.

But instead of Dad, two cops showed up at our door. Taylor was only eighteen when they told us the news. She dropped out of high school to take care of me, and gave up her future so I could have one. And I’ve never forgiven myself for it. Every year, the guilt gnaws at me, reminding me of the life Taylor lost and the one I ruined. It’s why I keep drinking, why I can’t stop. It numbs the pain, even if only for a little while.

TAYLOR “Vanessa?” I called, and her head whipped to me, a smile climbing her face. Her face was red, and it was obvious that she had been drinking and was heavily drunk. She flipped her hair from her face, but it fell back every time. She pouted and let out some air from her mouth before rolling her eyes angrily. She pushed herself off the car and tried to stand straight but kept on swaying from side to side. “Taylor,” she slurred and tried to move towards me, her legs getting tangled in each other. “There you are! “I have been waiting for a long time,” she added, picking each word gently.

She opened her purse and checked out for her medicine first just in case anything would happen. When she became calm, she took one glass and sipped a little of what was in it. It felt so bitter and though she hated it, she still had to take it. Taylor didn't know if she had a high tolerance for alcohol, but at one point, she didn't want to stop taking it. She had ordered 3 more shots because it seemed it was working just like magic. It was helping her just the way she wanted to forget Bryan for the night. Loud music started. She rolled the seat she was on and turned around to stare at the ladies dancing and having fun, but there was no possible way she could do that. Drinking was enough, and