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"Taylor? Are you still with us?" I hear a voice say.

"Oh.. um.. yeah sorry.." I mumble. I am thinking again, like I do a lot lately.

I mean everyone thinks, kinda logical isn't it. But I'm desperately searching for it. What? You're probably wondering now. What is Taylor Swift searching for? She has everything in life. Shes a millionaire, has a few big houses, a billion fans spread all over the world, fame, a sweet family. She has everything doesn't she?

Nope.

Inspiration.

You thought I was going to say love didn't you. Because Taylor Swift must be looking for love since her boyfriends never stay longer then a couple of weeks. But you're mistaking there, I don't believe in love anymore. And honestly, I think thats why this whole inspiration thing is failing.

"Taylor?" The voice says again, sounding annoyed now. "We can only do this when you're actually helping you know?" Its the voice of Tree, my publicist. She does her best I know, but when theres no inspiration, theres nothing I can do as a songwriter.

"Okay so you haven't released an album for two years now. You always release an album every two years. Its a problem you see. There needs to be a new album." Tree explains.

"I know Tree. You've said that about six times now." I say. Im trying to stay focused on this stupid meeting, I know theres no solution anyway. Im the problem right now.

"I know Taylor, I'm trying to save your ass here!" She suddenly says in a loud voice. While getting off her chair, she violently slams her coffeecup on the table. Everyone around the table is looking at her in shock. Tree never loses her temper, this must be serious. Well I know it is serious but I mean, shes making it a bigger deal then it is supposed to be. I just need my inspiration back. Im mot myself anymore. Im always annoyed, irritated and I never even sing anymore since the tour ended back in February.

"I just need to become inspired Tree." I say, trying to remain calm.

"You've said that since February Taylor." Tree says, sitting down again. Her hands are going nervously trough her hair. She is right, I know she is. I always used to write, anytime and anywhere. And here I am now, sitting here in my fancy white dress and red lips at this stupid meeting, annoyed as always.

"Well its June now, what do you expect?" I say, I don't mean to sound as irritated as I do but it just flows right out of my mouth.

"Your new album is supposed to be released in the end of October. The whole world is waiting to hear something new from you." Tree takes a long breath and a sip out of her cup. "Do you even have ideas in your head? Like do you still want it to be country, or another genre?" She asks nervously.

"Uhm.." God I haven't even thought about that, I don't care about genres. To me they don't really exist. "Well I think 'Red' was already a small step out of the small cage called country." I say, I look at my mom who just smiles at me. I can see that she is nervous too, its like everyone is worrying about me.

Tree nods. "Okay." She says. "No country, thats something." I see some shocked faces around the big table. I figure they didn't think I would ever leave country. I mean come on people, country is awesome. But so are so many other cool genres.

"Taylor, me and a few members of the staff were thinking.." Tree says then, her hands move a lot and she looks nervous, really nervous.

"Maybe we should find someone to write your songs instead of you writing them yourself." She continues. She doesn't even dare to look at me but looks at her coffeecup instead.

"Thats it." I say as I get up from the chair. I grab my bag and leave the room.

"Taylor, sweetie." I hear my mom say. I don't care at this moment. Its like no one actually believes in me anymore. Ive made four successful albums and I'm experiencing a writers block right now. God its not the end of the world.

I hear someones rushed footsteps running behind me and I'm pretty sure that its my mom.

"Mom, I'm gonna walk home now and need some time alone." I say, I try not to sound angry. She doesn't deserve that, I know she only wants to help.

"Just call me later okay sweetie?" She asks. When I hear she stopped running after me, I tell her that I will call her as soon as I calmed down.

I step into the elevator together with my bodyguard. His name is Erik and he is pretty fucking annoying, following me everywhere and shit like that. But then again, thats kind of what he is supposed to do. I press the 'zero' button and feel that the elevator starts moving. It makes me think of a videoclip I once shot inside of an elevator for the song 'Ours'. That was back in the days where I still had it. My inspiration I mean. God, what happened with me.

The elevator stops moving and me and the bodyguard step out of the building. Of course the paparazzi knew I was here so they're all lined up and are ready to take some nice candids of me. Some scream my name, some ask when I'm releasing new music. I got used to all of it. I just smile like I always do, for my fans and no one else.

My bodyguard leads me to a big black SUV but when he opens the door for me, I ask him if I can walk home. I explain him the weather is nice anyway and that I need some air. He just nods and shouts at the paparazzi: "Give miss Swift some space!" They back off and seem to lose interest in me as me and Erik walk away from them. I know its only a few blocks until were home so I walk in a slow pace enjoying the nice weather, trying to calm my mind down. "You don't have to walk so close to me Erik." I say when I notice he is walking right beside to me. "I just want to relax a bit." I say.

Im searching for my sunglasses in my bag when I feel a hard force hitting my shoulder. I stumble over and fall with my hands on the pavement. At first I'm confused at what happened. Then I look up at the creature probably causing this. The sun is shining in my eyes so I can only see a silhouette of a tall person. I hear Erik talking to me in panic: "Miss Swift are you okay?" He asks.

"God, Erik I'm fine. Just a few scratches on my hands." I say. Im so annoyed by this guy.

"Oh my god, Taylor?" I hear a female voice ask. "I am so sorry."

I get up my feet and feel a strong hand helping me up. Its not Erik's since he's still keeping his distance. Its hers. When I'm finally standing on my legs again, I see her. "Karlie?" I say. I'm hoping that my voice doesn't sound too happy, since that would be weird in this whole situation.

"Taylor, I am so sorry for bumping you over. God I'm such a clumsy person. I hope you're okay?" She smiles at me.

Karlie. My mind goes back to when Karlie and I first met; The Victoria's secret show back in 2013. She looked so stunning in that glittery silver suit. She touched my side and smiled at me and her eyes.. god her eyes, piercing right through me. In a good way though. We clicked right away, even went to the after-party together. And when I got home later, I felt so stupid for not asking her number. Then I decided to stalk her everywhere. Instagram in particular. I never followed her of course because thats weird when you don't know someone that well. Okay and especially when you have a huge crush on this someone. And thats what scared me about this girl. Karlie Kloss is a girl. Im crushing on a girl.

"Taylor?" I hear her say. Fuck, I must have zoned out again.

"Oh yeah, sorry. Im fine." I say, trying to sound relaxed but Im probably failing as I see her laugh. I like her laugh.

"So what have you been up to? I haven't seen you since like the VS show back in October last year, thats like half a year ago" Karlie asks.

Oh you know, just trying to get my mind off you.

"Not much to be honest." Im not gonna deny I haven't done a thing since then. "Apart from ending my 'Red' tour of course." I say, smiling brightly at her. Its a thing I cant really stop when I'm around her, I noticed that already half a year ago.

"Its good to see you Tay." She says happily as she gets her phone out of the pocket of her jeans. Shes wearing a white shirt with dark blue skinny jeans. Shes ending her look with the black chucks shes wearing. Such a simple outfit and yet she looks so stunning.

"Its really good to see you too." I admit. She pushes her phone in my hands. "I forgot to ask for your number last time." She says, that perfect smile still on her face. I smile back at her and type my number into her phone. When I hand it back over to her she asks: "What about we grab lunch tomorrow? Just to chitchat and get updated and stuff."

My heart jumps inside my chest. Yes. Yes Karlie I would love to have lunch with you. Lets become best friends and spend every single day of our lives together.

I didn't realize I had said that whole thing out loud before Karlie had started laughing hysterically.

"Shit, did I just say-" I mumble, I feel my cheeks heat up.

"Yes you did." She says, in between all her chuckling. Great. Great move Swift.

"So that is a yes then?" She asks again, smiling at me just as brightly as before.

"Yep. Like I just said." I say, grinning at her. I must be as red as a tomato because it feels like my face is on fire.

"I should go now Karlie." I say, I give her a smile but know I must look ridiculous. I have to get out of here.

"Okay, see you tomorrow then?" She says. She puts her phone back into her pocket and looks at me expectingly.

"Yes! Definitely." I say. God I must look so stupid. Get a grip Swift, shes just a girl you barely know. A girl!

"See you later Tay." She says as she passes me and nudges the side of my shoulder. "Oh and watch where you walk!" She shouts over her shoulder, I can her in her voice that she is still smiling.

I laugh at her comment and finally find those sunglasses I was looking for the whole time. I put them on and walk the other two blocks to my apartment, smiling. Of course my bodyguard is still following closely behind me. In some way I'm not really annoyed by him anymore now. Karlie kinda made my day. What? Taylor thats ridiculous. You hardly know the girl and you just had a shitty meeting about your fucking future career which might be gone if you continue like this.

After a while I walk into my apartment and close the door behind me. Im immediately greeted by Meredith meowing around me. "Hi Mer." I say as I put my bag on the ground. I pet the cat and put some food in her bowl. Im always happy that when I close my front door, Im alone. Well kind of, I know that theres several bodyguards around my house. But at least they're not in my house. God, even thinking about that makes me crazy.

I sit down on the couch and get rid of the high heels I've been wearing all day. Okay its three o'clock so not all day but long enough to make my feet hurt. I lay down on the couch, turning on the tv for some Grey's Anatomy. Ive seen all the episodes for more then a thousand times but I'm still entertained as I watch them every time. Meredith is sleeping on my belly and I'm stroking her soft fur as I start thinking. Why did I act so strange earlier when I saw Karlie? Do I like her? No Taylor, you hardly know her, remember? Shes just a random model, and she just looks really good. But every model does. And she is just very nice, and sweet, and kind, and pretty, and hot.. What? Stop..

There should be other things on your mind Taylor. Your career for example. The fact that you have no inspiration or what so ever. Love doesn't exists so what would you write about. Partying? Nature? Cats? No.

I feel my eyelids become heavy and slowly drift off into a deep sleep.

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My eyes shoot open when I hear a strange buzzing sound right next to me. Its my phone. I pick the device up from the table right next to my couch to see who it is. My mom. Shit. I forgot to call her when I got home. I pick up the phone to hear her relieved voice saying: "Oh honey finally, are you okay?"

"Im fine mom, I just fell asleep right after I came home." I say, my voice still sounds sleepy and I wonder what time it is.

"Oh thank god." My mom says. "Okay sweetie, I'm gonna go to sleep now then."

"Wait what? What time is it?" Is it already that late?

"Its half past 11 Taylor. You have been sleeping for a long time, I hope you can still get some sleep tonight." My mom says. "Good night, I hope tomorrow your day will be better." Im pretty sure of that.

"Bye mom, sleep well." I say as I hang up the phone and put it back on the table. My mind goes back to the dream I had before I woke up. The memories are already a bit blurred but I can still see her. "Karlie." I say softly.

"Say you'll remember me, standing in a white dress, staring at the sunset, babe." I sing out loud.

Wait, what was that?

I get up from the couch and walk over to my desk, in the corner of the living room. "I haven't been here in a while." I say out loud as I sit down and grab some paper and a pen.

"Say you'll remember me, standing in a white dress, staring at the sunset, babe." I repeat out loud.

"Red lips and rosy cheeks, say you'll see me again, even if its just in your wildest dreams." I continue. I get up from the desk, take the paper and pen with me and walk over to the piano which is standing in the other corner of the room. The keys are all dusty and so is the piano itself. I brush some of the dust away as I lay the paper and pen on top of it.

I start playing some chords and start humming in a slow melody. I move the chords up a bit higher so it sounds quite dreamy as the song is supposed to be in my head. Wait? Song?

"Im writing a song!" I shout out loud causing Meredith to jump off from the chair she had been laying on in annoyance. "Sorry Mer." I giggle as I continue to play with the melody. Im writing a song.

About half an hour later I finished the whole song. "Wildest dreams." I whisper, as I lay the paper back on the desk. I make my way back to the couch where I pick up my phone from the table. I have five missed calls from my mom and a text message. I open up the message expecting to see a its from my mom but see its from Karlie. I let out an excited squeak and open it.

"Hi Tay! So for lunch tomorrow I was thinking about some pasta at this great restaurant I know. Shall I pick you up tomorrow? What about 1pm? 😘"

Oh my god a kissing emoji.

Okay come on Taylor, all your friends use that emoji.

Oh lord what do I reply?

I end up sending her a message back letting her know that Im fine with that and that I'm excited to see her again. Also I put my address in there. Then I decide to put the blushing smiling emoji behind the message and press send.

Not even twenty seconds later I get a message back saying:

"Wow for a second I thought you gave me a wrong number, I'm excited too. Good night!😘"

Huh why would she think I gave her a wrong number? I look at the time she send me the first message and see that it was at 5pm. "Shit." I mumble. And decide to text her back once more:

"Of course not haha! Sorry I fell asleep and just woke up, night night😘"

Oh and I wrote a song about you in the meantime but hey thats not important.

I press send again.

God I wrote a song about her. Shit.

I walk over to my bedroom, get out of my dress and into my pajamas. I plop down on the bed and start staring at the ceiling.

I wrote a song about Karlie Kloss.

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A/N

HI! And welcome to my new story! Gosh I hope you guys like this?! Let me know what you think okay?

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