wildest dreams | taylor X Girl OC.

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A loud ringing buzzes near my right, immediately, I begin to get annoyed and am ready to throw my alarm clock when my eyes snap open. Holy shit. Today's the concert day.

Me and my best friend, Danielle, are huge swifties so we where ecstatic last year when we got tickets. We share everything, including a home. We're roomates and have been for a few years so I rise, not taking a moment to stretch or even take a sip of water and simply grab my firmest pillow and run down the small new York apartment we share and throw the pillow at her face the second I round the door.

She doesn't do anything but lie there, raising her hand and putting her middle finger at me making me scowl. "No, Danielle, it's concert day!" She sits up immediately, looking me in the eyes from excitement.

Danielle is a beautiful thirty year old, acne scars and acne littering her face, having a button nose and strong jawline. She doesn't like her acne but I think she's absaloutely beautiful.

We have moment of giggling with excitement before rushing to the bathroom like teenage girls, trying rush infant of one another.

It takes her ages in the bathroom, she thinks she needs tenthousand different moisturisers and creams on her face even though the dermatologist told her it would help. I, however, have a skill of being exceptionally quick in the bathroom.

The concert starts at four and it's currently one. Yes, I know, I set my alarm for one pm but we wanted all the beauty sleep we could get since we have first row, meaning taylor could see us and we're so delusional.

She slips in quickly before I get the chance, making me curse at her. "Fuck you!" I call jokefully, walking back to my room. I might as well pick an outfit while I wait for hours for her to finish her shower and skincare.

There's a formal section in my drawers and I only have a few things, making it hard to choose. I'm plus size so I don't think many dresses look nice on me, Danielle argues otherwise.

(Idc there isn't enough plus sized representation).

I choose a flower blue dress with loose sleeves and down to my shins.

A loud ringing buzzes near my right, immediately, I begin to get annoyed and am ready to throw my alarm clock when my eyes snap open. Holy shit. Today's the concert day.

Me and my best friend, Danielle, are huge swifties so we where ecstatic last year when we got tickets. We share everything, including a home. We're roomates and have been for a few years so I rise, not taking a moment to stretch or even take a sip of water and simply grab my firmest pillow and run down the small new York apartment we share and throw the pillow at her face the second I round the door.

She doesn't do anything but lie there, raising her hand and putting her middle finger at me making me scowl. "No, Danielle, it's concert day!" She sits up immediately, looking me in the eyes from excitement.

Danielle is a beautiful thirty year old, acne scars and acne littering her face, having a button nose and strong jawline. She doesn't like her acne but I think she's absaloutely beautiful.

We have moment of giggling with excitement before rushing to the bathroom like teenage girls, trying rush infant of one another.

It takes her ages in the bathroom, she thinks she needs tenthousand different moisturisers and creams on her face even though the dermatologist told her it would help. I, however, have a skill of being exceptionally quick in the bathroom.

The concert starts at four and it's currently one. Yes, I know, I set my alarm for one pm but we wanted all the beauty sleep we could get since we have first row, meaning taylor could see us and we're so delusional.

She slips in quickly before I get the chance, making me curse at her. "Fuck you!" I call jokefully, walking back to my room. I might as well pick an outfit while I wait for hours for her to finish her shower and skincare.

There's a formal section in my drawers and I only have a few things, making it hard to choose. I'm plus size so I don't think many dresses look nice on me, Danielle argues otherwise.

(Idc there isn't enough plus sized representation).

I choose a flowy baby blue dress with loose sleeves and down to my shins.

I try it on since its been a while since I've worn it and it fits. by the time that I've got it off again, Danielle is done with the bathroom.

I sprint to the bathroom and start running a bath.

"Willow!" I hear Danielle call my name, making me roll my eyes.

"WHAT?" I scream back.

"I JUST TALKED TO THE TICKET OFFICE!" This makes me run out of the bathroom, only in a bra and joggers.

"What? What happened?" My heart sinks to the floor. I hope its nothing bad.

"Unfortunately..." Danielle teases making me know that it's positive news. "WE GOT BACKSTAGE PASSES. AND WE GET TO MEET TAYLOR BACKSTAGE."

immediately, I beam at the words, once again squeeling like a ten year old.

"SHIT I NEED TO LOOK GOOD." I shout, running back to the bath and locking the door before lowering myself down into the warm water. While letting myself bask, , I rech up for some rose scented bath oils on the shelf.

As I clean myself and my curly ginger hair, I get out and dry myself, wrapping the towel around me as I put my makeup on.

The look has winged eyeliner with blue eyeshadow to match the dress, small star sequins on my eyelids and silver glitter on my inner corners. I put on a subtle red blush and red lipstick, smacking my lips together before running back to my bedroom and calling for Danielle.

"DANNI I NEED HELP PUTTING THE DRESS ON!" She immediately runs in and helps do up the back, smiling at me.

"We should leave now." I say and she smiles.

"the taxis here anyway."

In a few minutes, we're on the ground floor and at the taxi, watching the streetlights pass by.

I'm gonna meet the taylor swift..