You're In Love Taylor Swift の小説・ストーリー

Stefan said gratefully. Francis was stunned, seemingly at a loss for words in response to what Stefan had said. Instead, he looked at me with sorrowful eyes, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness. "Yvette, is this how you're getting back at me? Did you hire an actor to deceive me just to make me feel guilty and sad?" His words surprised me. For the first time, I thought Francis was absolutely delusional. I looked at him seriously and said solemnly, "Stefan is my husband. I love him very much."

After Blank space, everyone still didn't stop singing along to her. She sings randomly from her different albums. She sang her songs: You Belong With Me, Shake It Off, Wildest Dreams, Lover, Mine, Teardrops On My Guitar, All too Well, 22, Red, Fifteen, Bad Blood, I knew You Were Trouble, Style, We Are Never Getting Back Together, and then Enchanted. "This last song is a special request from a friend of mine," Taylor Swift said as she catch her breath a little. "It's a pleasure that I'll be part of this," she said before the background music of what she was about to sing started playing.

My breath hitched in my throat. I was a stranger to love confessions, but this oddly felt like one. But why? Taylor was sober. Did he like me, or was this some kind of cruel prank? I tried to listen while my mind spun beyond control for answers. “The same conclusion that if I don’t have you close to me, then I am going to lose my mind. I don’t know how I fell for you, but now I know that I am in love with you, River.”

Delicate - Taylor Swift 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 I'm doing laundry. Children go school. Only Asher remained. Suddenly my youngest son today, becomes whiny and spoiled. That's why I let him at home. And trying to understand what happened, because something was wrong with my son.

I flashed a tiny smile and made sure you saw it first before I brought my head closer to give you another peck. "Hang on. It's my song." The moment another instrumental song played that lingered through the whole room, one of your arm let go of my waist to pick up the microphone beside you. I let out a soft chuckle. It was "I Like Me Better" of Lauv, one of your favorite artist. "To be young and in love in New York City. To not know who I am but still know that I'm good long as you're here with me. To be drunk and in love in New York City. Midnight into morning coffee. Burning through the hours talking."

"Oh....yeah. Of course. What do you want me to do, Miss Samantha?" Samantha smiled. "It's nit about what I want you to do. It's about what I'm supposed to do." She mumbled. Layla smiled. She could see where this was headed.. The Young lady was obviously in love. "Okay miss Samantha. What's it about? Come on and talk to me." Samantha sighed. She poured herself a glass of orange juice, gulped down half of the content. "I think I like someone. Really likes him. I don't know if it's right....to like someone at the very first sight. Isn't that infatuation?"

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"’ (Love Story by Taylor Swift) I turned my head to Alessio who was just staring at Lara with blank eyes, his beer bottle hanging mid air. Daniel held the same expression on his face and I knew that it was not because he was captivated by her voice. It was because he was considering if it would be considered self protection if he threw the bottle in Lara’s face to save our ears.

I still couldn’t tell after five years of this man driving me around if he actually liked me or not. As I opened the door, I could hear her laugh. They were in the kitchen. The sight in front of me made my heart sad. He had his hands around her waist, smiling at her with the most caring look on his. They hadn’t realised I was back yet. So I snuck past the door. I was about to make my way upstairs when I heard the words that changed my life forever.

"I love you too." The End

"I don't know...I'm lost. I love her, Max. I'm not ready to give up on her.” “Love? Bro you just met her.” Max said. “This isn’t love. It's an obsession.” "I know it sounds insane, but I just can't get her out of my head.” I muttered. “I’m going to win her over. Somehow.” “Vincent,” he warned, “I don't think that's a good idea, what if she ended up hating you more?” “Trust me,” I said, ignoring the nagging doubt creeping in. “All girls like surprises and money. I’ll figure it out.”