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NEW FEARLESS DRESS! | Milan N1
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2 am and i’m cursing your name
"To me, Fearless is not the absence of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. It's Fearless to say "you're NOT sorry". I think loving someone despite what people think is Fearless. I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is Fearless. Letting go is Fearless. Then, moving on and being alright... That's Fearless too. But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever after. That's why I write these songs. Because I think love is Fearless."
@taylorswift @taylornation
fearless
She reminds him of a rainstorm. Like the rain, she’s mesmerizing to watch. Like the low roar of the thunder, it reminds him of the startling dangerous things she’s capable of. Like the dark clouds above, there’s a darkness inside of her that makes him uneasy. Not uneasy of her, no. But more like uneasy of the things the darkness could do to her. He knows the darkness had corrupted her once, but no matter how many times she reassured him… He sighs as he climbs into his car and guns his engines. As he backs out of his driveway, he lets his thoughts drift to her again. That loose blonde hair…her smile…those eyes. God, she drives him insane. As he drives to her house to pick her up, there’s a light tapping on his windows. His gaze flits to the right and there’s little droplets of rain splattering onto his window. He curses under his breath. Damn, rain on her birthday? She probably won’t like that, he muses inwardly. There is a buzz from his phone in his cup holder and he notices a notification. Pulling over to the side, he picks up his phone and opens the message.
Hey, you here yet? Ur paying for my birthday lunch after all ;)
He smirks, reading over the short little message. His fingers quickly tap out a reply.
On my way. Bummer, there’s rain and traffic :/
As he starts his engines again, his phone buzzes again.
Eh, I like rain. U better hurry up tho. I’m starving.
He chuckles at her response and clears the notification, before driving off again.
* As he pulls up to her house, the rain comes down harder. The mere idea of the rain stopping; ha! A joke, he thinks. His fingers fly across the keyboard.
Outside.
There’s a ping from his phone and he doesn’t even get a chance to look at it, as there was a light tapping on his car window, with a familiar face peering at him. He grins and rolls down his windows. “Did you need help madam?” he teases. Her dark eyes twinkle playfully as she banters back, “I’m looking for a male individual. He’s incredibly handsome, has horrible music taste, and loves surfing. You’ve seen him?” He leans out his window and pokes her forehead. “Get in, you.” Rolling her eyes, she flips her hair, walks around the side, and climbs into the car. “So, where are we going?” she asks. “Birthday girl picks,” he replies amicably. “Hmm…what about Starbucks first, movie, and then lunch date?” she offers. His heart flutters a little at the word ‘date’, but he dismisses the feeling. He figured a while ago she didn’t see him like that. He flashes her a smile. “I’m down.” Her hands make a shooing motion. “Then drive, my fair Uber driver.” He sticks his tongue out at her as he guns his engines. “Since when was I your Uber?” “Since today. Now hurry up. I want my white girl Starbucks.” He laughs as the car sped off towards the shopping area.
* As they pass the rows of neat little houses, she smooths out the dress she had picked for the day. It’s her favorite dress; with a white top and white lace arm sleeves, simple black belt, and a navy blue tulle skirt. She’s wearing a touch of makeup for the occasion and black gladiator sandals. Of course, it didn’t matter. He was so oblivious it was pathetic. Can’t you see I’m in love with you?
*
They roll up at Starbucks. It’s pouring outside and he doesn’t have an umbrella with him. Shit, he thinks. I hope she doesn’t mind getting soaked. As if reading his mind, she says out loud, “No umbrella?” He answers with silence. Peering at her, he sees her nod determinedly. She pokes him. “Let’s go slowpoke.” He raises an eyebrow. “Don’t mind getting a little rain?” “Nah.” The two open their doors and step out into the rain together. It hits them hard, soaking their clothes within the first couple of seconds. The wind whips her hair and the faint rolling sound of thunder echoes up above. “RUN!” she shouts at him, laughing, and she sprints towards the little coffee shop. Her laughter is infectious. He laughs too and darts after her and matches her long strides, pace by pace. They fling open the door and to both of their surprise, it’s emptier than they thought. A lone bartender stands at the counter, and an old couple sits in a booth, sipping their hot chocolate and holding hands from across the table. The two of them approach the counter. “Hey, can we have one Vanilla Bean Créme and a Caramel Macchiato? Venti size please.” “Names?” He gives them their names. The bartender nods and takes two cups to scribble their names, before turning over his shoulder to make their order. “You need to dry off?” he asks her. She nods. “Yeah, I’ll be back in a few.” She hurries to the bathroom and he waits for their order.
*
“God, I’m such a mess,” she mumbles to herself, running a hand through her damp hair. She had squeezed out as much water as she could from her dress, but it was still soaked, much to her chagrin. “Oh well, he won’t mind,” she decides out loud, before leaving the bathroom. When she’s back in the warm little shop, her eyes catch sight of him. He’s sitting in the corner table, in his damp clothes, watching the rain. Their cups sit on the table, untouched. She makes her away over to him. “Hey,” she says. He smiles. “Hey.”
*
He looks her up and down, scrutinizing her. Her princessy blonde curls was damp and her clothes were soaked to the skin. Her body shakes slightly. She’s cold, he realizes. Obviously feeling self conscious, she covers her shoulders with her arms. “What?” she demands. “Nothing,” he replies, and looks away. Underneath his breath, he whispers, “You look beautiful.” It’s a shame she doesn’t hear it.
•
The two drink their Starbucks in silence, occasionally making small talk. After finishing, they toss their cups into the trash can and walk out. It’s still pouring outside. The wind had stopped and low rumble of thunder was no more. However, the skies are stormy and dark, and the pitter-patter of rain never-ceasing. As they prepare to walk to the car, he’s hit with an idea. What if…? He fumbles with his phone and earbuds, plugging the small cord into his phone. When he looks up, she’s about to step into the rain. “Wait!” Her eyes dart to his as he takes her hand. He watches her cheeks flush a faint shade of pink. Or maybe it was just his imagination. “Dance with me,” he says simply. She freezes, before nodding. “Brilliant.” He hands her an earbud and she tugs at his phone. He gives it up and she picks a song. The familiar tune drifts into his ears and he gives her a strange look, as if saying, why? She simply laughs and drags him out into the pouring rain.
There’s something about the way The street looks when it’s just rained There’s a glow off the pavement You walk me to the car And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there In the middle of the parking lot, yeah
Close enough to truth, he muses inwardly. They were dancing in the parking lot, in the rain, as they were walking to his car. He twirls her, and he hears her giggle, making him smile.
We’re driving down the road And I wonder if you know I’m trying so hard not to get caught up now But you’re just so cool Run your hands through your hair Absentmindedly making me want you
Pulling away from him, she twirls on her and splashes around in the rain. She runs a hand through her soaking wet hair and tosses it around playfully to the beat of the song. He couldn’t help but watch her; she was in her own little world and he was lost, lost in the sight of her.
*
‘Cause I don’t know how it Gets better than this You take my hand and drag me head first Fearless And I don’t know how but With you I dance In the storm In my best dress Fearless
She’s drunk on the feeling, this strange idea! Dancing in the rain like a fool, a madman! Oh what would her parents say? But at this point, she could care less. She feels his presence from behind and he takes her hand once again, twirling her and catching her. They move their arms to the beat of the song, laughing at their dancing and the naive foolishness of what they’re doing. It didn’t matter; the moment was perfect.
And you stood there with me in my doorway My hands shake I’m not usually this way but You pull me in and I’m a little more brave It’s a first kiss, it’s flawless Really something It’s fearless
Caught up in the moment, as if in a trance, he pulls her closer to him. He’s so close, she could feel his breath on her face. She watched him swallow nervously, biting his lip. Knowing him, knowing her, he wasn’t going to make a move anytime soon. She yanks his collar down and presses her lips on his. It’s short and sweet and ends too soon.
She’s breathless when they pull away and he looks almost mystified at the action. Shaking out of his reverie, he pulls her to him again and kisses her, this time more passionately.
‘Cause I don’t know how it Gets better than this You take my hand and drag me head first Fearless And I don’t know how but With you I dance In the storm In my best dress Fearless
They’re breathless when they pull away. He manages a stammer, albeit nervously. “You know…” “Yeah. I know.” He brushes her cheek tenderly at her words. Her gray eyes sparkle, analyzing him, deep into his bones. “You just wanna kiss me again, don’t you?” He grins. “You know me too well.” “Well. I’m not stopping you,” she returns playfully. His eyes are bright at that and he kisses her again. Again. Again. He kisses her in the pouring rain, unafraid, because, when he’s with her, she makes him fearless.
have a super old fanfic because why not?
also hello i’m alive.
Taylor Swift during the Fearless Tour (June 5th, 2010 at Gillette Stadium)
This song is about choices. | Should’ve Said No on the Fearless Tour
she wears short skirts, i wear t-shirts. she’s cheer captain and i’m on the bleachers.
“You Belong With Me is a song that just absolutely changed my life. It was one of those songs that I had written about unrequited love and crushes at school. And I never would have imagined how many people I would see in a crowd one day screaming, 'She wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts,' or there would be think pieces about it or that it would be this thing that launched me and my career into this place that I never imagined it would go to.”
FEARLESS ANNIVERSARY, Nov 10 2008
