The Story About Us Taylor Swift Novels & Stories

“Care to guess how long you’ve used me as your handmaid?” “By the way, I get caught up in my own bullshit and I’m sorry. I’ve been a horrible friend.” I hugged him while clutching the front of my dress with one hand. “How have you been holding up?” Taylor, his on again, off again girlfriend, recently found her mate. She had been staying with her mother in a different state when it happened. “It’s whatever. Thanks though."

" Yeah..that's what h..happened." " Okay, Woah..congrats guys ! ", Taylor flashes an awkward smile and turns around on his chair. Soon he is picking his phone from his pocket and working on it. I look around and the people on the desks beside us are all looking at us surprised and amused. By afternoon, everyone is asking us whether we are dating. I and Michael say the same stupid story to everyone except Milan and Dulce. They both aren't much surprised when we tell them our real story during lunch. Like we guessed they both knew it and were just waiting for us to tell them. They seem genuinely happy for us.

Some new fans to be added to my growing list, I hoped. When I eventually found the person I wanted the endorsement of, I could see the look of surprise on his face. Though if this was a pleasant surprise or a bad one, this much I couldn’t tell yet. He hadn’t known about me working on those lyrics after he told me not to worry about it for now, or that I’d have finished them so soon. Seeing as I introduced the song as ‘always meant to be a love song’, I knew he wouldn’t be worried about people getting the wrong idea between us.

"Rickie, I honestly thought it was short for something. Until you showed me your birthday certificate, I was shocked to see that it was, in fact, just Rickie. But from that night, after seeing your last name. I told myself that I will become Mrs Taylor. I told myself that if I want to keep a man like you in my life, I had to change. I had to learn to love. But you showed me that I didn't have to change my ways because you loved me for who I am. And you haven't stopped loving me. I am happy to be standing in this moment before you." "Vanessa, Nessa, with the crazy hair and wild personality. At first, when you start talking to me, I was unsure because I didn't think I was your type. I used to

"Goodness me! Here I was thinking that Connor Shaw was saving himself for Anna Larson. Guess you can never trust the image these people from wealthy families paint for themselves!" "Connor Shaw is deplorable! Since he doesn't love Sylvie Waverly, why does he lust after her? How shameless!" Connor also got a call from a frantic Anna. "Connor, I can't believe that someone created a video like that using AI technology just to sully your reputation and get even with Shaw Group! I'll have the public relations department work to get the news taken down at once!" Connor's throat tightened. After a brief hesitation, he said, "The video's real."

Taylor approached the refrigerator. I held the fridge door to prevent her from opening it. “You can't spend the night.” “What are you worried about? If you're afraid I'll tell people about your relationship with another man, get rid of that thought. I know you can't stand being single for too long.” She dismissed my hand. I was stunned to hear that. “What do you mean I can't stand being single for too long? Who spread that rumor?” Taylor turned to me with a furrowed brow. “It's not a rumor. Everyone knows you have a rich boyfriend.”

A large chunk remained reserved for the NBA expansion f*e. Before the year ended, Luxford Iron Pulse announced its commitment to stay in the league. During the holidays, the team finally got a long break. Charlie and Taylor spent Christmas at the nut plantation and New Year’s in Halliport. But a week later, Taylor flew to Paris and stayed for three weeks. That’s when the speculation about his “mystery girlfriend” intensified. Taylor’s social media had ballooned from a few thousand to over a million followers in half a year, and they were all curious about who he was dating.

So the relief is real, even if it sits right next to something that I am not going to examine at three in the morning. Taylor Swift has been in my ears for four days straight. Not because I sat down and curated a heartbreak playlist with intention and self-awareness, but because I put a playlist on shuffle and somehow every single song it lands on is about a man who turned out to be exactly what your instincts told you he was from the beginning and you ignored them anyway. ‘The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived’ has been on repeat for the last two hours and I’m not going to pretend I don’t know why.

She just looked at the man, rose from his seat, and ran from the opposite direction without seeing her. The man clearly did not saw her. And the call seems to be urgent. When he was out of sight, Sarah dropped her weapon. She was stunned. And it's not the hot sun nor the weapon she carried that made her halt. Taylor Swift's song, "Our Song," her favorite, was the same tune the man uses. "But it can be just coincidence." He make herself believe. “It can't be, that was Miles ringtone.” Although she does not want to believe it, their guy could be her guy.

The radio started playing 'Love Story' by Taylor Swift. We were both young When I first saw you I close my eyes and the flashback starts I'm standing there..... On the balcony of summer air I see the light I see the party the ball-gown I see you make your way through the crowd and say Hello "This is one of my favorite songs you know. I just love Taylor," she said humming along the song. "I remember someone from my past every time I listen to this song," Stefen said looking straight towards the road. "Can I know who?"