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shipperfeelings · 5 years

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You make my soul dance

Usually I'm a quiet person, someone who always has her nose stuck in a book. Most of the time I'm by myself, but I do enjoy the company of my friends.

Now someone who knows me would wonder, why I'm currently sitting in a bar. All by myself. Easy! My boyfriend cheated on me and I kicked him out. Usually I wouldn't get in the near of a bar, but I was heartbroken and needed a distraction. Sipping on my tequila, I got lost in my thoughts. I texted my best friend earlier what had happened. Of course she asked if I need her, but stupid me refused her company. Now here I was, sitting in a bar, alone, sipping an alcoholic drink and trying to put myself together. I don't need some stranger to see me crying. Scrolling through my phone, I deleted all pictures of my ex and me. That Bastard, I thought. Someone sat next to me. “A penny for your thoughts?” I looked up and next to me sat Sarah Paulson. She was my celebrity crush and if I weren't that heartbroken, I would have fainted. I always dreamt about meeting her and now here she was. Sadly I couldn't enjoy it. “Hello” I smiled at her, but continued to delete the pictures. “Is everything okay?” She asked worried. All pictures were gone now and I put my phone on the bar counter. Looking at her, I studied her face. She looked clearly worried and I sighed. “My boyfriend cheated on me.” Sarah laid her hand on mine. “I'm so sorry. Why would someone cheat on you? You are beautiful.” “It seems I was too boring for him. He said I'm always reading books or drawing pictures, but have no time for him. That's not true, I always asked him if we could go anywhere, but he always refused and said he's too tired. But of course I'm the one who's fault it is.” Amazing, now I was crying. I stood and apologized. “I'm sorry Ms. Paulson, I just need a moment.” I wiped my tears away and walked to the toilets. I got into one of the cabinets and locked the door. Sitting on the toilet, I pulled my knees up to my chest and buried my head in them. I cried silently and some time later, someone knocked on my door. “Go away” I shouted. “Open the door, please.” It was Sarah. I stood up and unlocked the door. I opened it and looked at her. My mascara was probably smudged now and my eyes puffy from the crying. Sarah pulled me out of the cabinet and hugged me. “Why do you care? You should be with your friends and not with some strange girl, who's crying in a bar.” She stroked my back and said “I was with my friends, but after I saw you and saw how sad you looked, I needed to make sure that everything was okay.” “But why? I'm not the only one in here who had a shit day.” “I don't know, I just noticed you immediately” Sarah whispered. The door opened and some woman came in. “Hey Sarah, are you here?” I drew back from her embrace. “Yes I'm here” Sarah answered and looked down to me. I was shorter than her. The woman who came in, was Amanda. Sarah's best friend. She looked between her and me and I mumbled “I should go.” Sarah wanted to say something to me, but I was already gone. I walked all the way to my apartment, because I needed the cool air to clear my mind. It was all confusing and frustrating. First that with my boyfriend, than out of nowhere came Sarah Paulson and tried to cheer me up. As I reached my apartment and opened the door, I immediately started to threw all the stuff out what belongs to my ex.

The next day I laid mostly in bed and moped. My phone buzzed, but my first instinct was to not look. After all it could be my ex. But some time later, I looked at it. Sarah Paulson tweeted something.

“Yesterday I met a girl in a bar. Sadly she was gone before I could ask for her number. If you read this, please write me directly here on Twitter.”

Normally I would have immediately wrote her, but I was embarrassed that she saw me in that miserable state last night. I decided to not write her and put my phone under my pillow.

Two days later, I was feeling a little bit better and even got out of my apartment. I decided that I needed a fresh start. A haircut was all I needed. Going to my hair stylist, I told her everything. She cut my hair on shoulder length and dyed the most of my hair blonde. My hair stylist told me that now my brown eyes were even more effective now.

After that I decided to also buy new clothes. Some time later I walked out of a shop, with bags in my hands, I bumped into someone. “I'm so sorry.” I apologized and crouched down to pick up my bags. “It was my fault, I should apologize.” My body tensed. That voice! I knew that voice! I hope it wasn't her.

I looked up slowly. Yeah it was her. Sarah Paulson. Her eyes widened a little bit. “So we'll meet again.” She held her hand towards me and I took it. Sarah pulled me up and I sighed. “It seems like that” I whispered. She looked amazing. She had a floral dress on with a cardigan.

She linked our arms and asked “Do you mind?” I shook my head and bit my lip. “Cat got your tongue?” “No, I just didn't expected to meet you again.” She guided me to a little Café and sat down. “I never got your name” Sarah said to me. “Oh I'm (Y/N)” I blushed. I looked around us and Sarah padded the chair next to her. I sat down. “Did you saw my tweet?” Oops, there it is. “Yes” I told her quietly. “Why didn't you wrote me then?” She crossed her arms in front of her chest and I blushed. “I was embarrassed.” “What? Why?” “Because you saw me in a miserable situation?” “Oh sweetie, you don't need to be embarrassed about it. It's okay, really. Are you feeling better now? I noticed that you have a new haircut.” My hand reached for my hair and I smiled lightly. “Yes, I'm feeling a little bit better. I needed a fresh start and the haircut was the solution.” “It looks really good. Your eyes look even darker now.” I smiled and Sarah whispered to herself “Beautiful.” We ordered us something to drink and she asked me, if she can have my phone number now. As I typed my number in her phone, I asked “Why do you want my phone number anyway?” “Why not? I like you and I'd like to stay in touch with you.” “Are you really Sarah Paulson?” I laughed, because it's just surreal. “Yes of course, do I need to prove it?” “Maybe” I smirked and sipped my drink. I ordered a hot chocolate and Sarah a coffee. “I could show you my tattoo, what no one has clearly seen before.” Sarah thought loud. “Oh yeah? Which one?” “Come with me” she smirked and took my hand. She guided me to the restroom and on the way she paid for our drinks. I noticed it too late, otherwise I had protested. She pulled me in one of the cabinets. “Lock the door.” Locking the door, I turned around to her. “Are you sure, that you need a prove?” Sarah as whispering in my ear and I got goosebumps. “I'm not that sure anymore.” “Too late” Sarah whispered. She turned her back to me and slighted pulled one side of her dress up. I gasped and closed my eyes. “If you want to see the tattoo, you have to open your eyes.” I could hear her chuckle and opened one eye. Sarah had pulled one side of her dress up and she held it above her hip. There was the bumper, I already read about. On an impulse my fingers ghosted above it. Sarah got goosebumps and I drew my hand back. She let her dress fall down again and turned to me. “Proof enough?” Sarah whispered smiling. Her face was just centimeters from my own. “Yes.” My whole body tickled as Sarah leaned down to me. I panicked and unlocked the door. Slipping out, I put some distance between her and myself. “I need to go Sarah, but it was really nice to see you again.” And with that I was gone.

Unknown Number: “Why are you always running away from me? I really like to get to know you, but you always run away. It's Sarah btw 💃”

I was walking home and heard music, when my phone vibrated. It was in my jacket pocket and I took it out.

I saved her number and replied.

Me: “I'm so sorry Sarah. I don't know why I keep going with this. I'm nervous around you 🙊”

Me: "Said the celebrity 😳"

Sarah Paulson: “You don't need to be nervous. I'm just as normal as you.”

Sarah Paulson: “Okay yeah, I'm a celebrity, but I'm just like you. Come on give me a chance. I never had to try this hard for someone to like me.”

Me: “Oh I like you, I really do.”

Sarah Paulson: “Then let me take you out. Tomorrow. 8pm. I will pick you up, just give me your address 😏”

I sighed and thought about my possibilities.

Me: “Okay. Here's my address.” I sent it to her and called my best friend. After I told her everything, I asked her if it was a good idea to meet with Sarah. She screamed at me through the phone. “You always dreamt about meeting her and now you're scared? Come on (Y/N), are you kidding me? What's the problem?” “I don't know. It's just that she's always so close to me and brushes my skin. My body's reactions are confusing me” I told her as I walked through my door. “What reactions?” “I'm always blushing and have sweaty hands. And today Sarah pulled me into a toilet cabinet showed me that bumper tattoo on her hip.” Just talking about it made me blush. “She did what?” (Y/BF/N) screamed. “She showed you her ass?” “What? No! Not exactly. I mean she had a dress on after all.” “So you had a look at her ass.” “I'm hanging up now asshole.” Ending the call, I threw my phone on the couch. I walked into my bedroom and opened my closet. I picked my outfit for tomorrow, because I had no time for it tomorrow. I had to go to work after all. After an hour I decided on a outfit I always felt confident in it.

The next day after work I took a shower and changed into my outfit. I was styling my hair when the doorbell rang. Opening the door, my eyes widened and I gasped. It was Sarah. She looked breathtaking, but she gasped too. I couldn't say a word, just look at her.

“You look fantastic, no gorgeous. I don't have words for you” I stumbled upon my own words. Sarah took my hand and spun me around. “You're the one who's breathtaking.” She pulled me against her body and hugged me. “Come on, let me take you out.” Sarah drove with me to a quiet little restaurant and we sat down in a dark corner. On our table stood a candle and the atmosphere was very romantic. It made me a little bit nervous, if I'm honest. We ordered drinks and Sarah started to ask me questions. She wanted to know everything what I'm working, how old I am, what my favorite food is and more. During the dinner, I couldn't hold my question to myself anymore. “Aren't you with Holland Taylor? Why did you take me out? What is going on here?” Sarah put her cutlery down and looked up. Her eyes were wide and I couldn't tell what her expression meant. I swallowed and waited. “No, I'm not with Holland anymore. It's not official yet, but it will be very soon” she said calm. She didn't answered my other questions and I narrowed my eyes. She changed the topic and I let it slip. For now!

After the dinner, Sarah asked me if I would like to go to the park with her. “Of course. It's a lovely night.” We walked side by side and at some point she laced her hand with mine. We stopped at a little lake and Sarah turned to me. “It was a beautiful evening (Y/N). I know I haven't answered your questions, but I don't know if you're ready for it.” “Just tell me” I looked up at her. Her eyes searched mine and she stroked my cheek. Sarah leaned down and kissed me. Through my whole body shot electricity and I gasped into the kiss. Sarah deepened it and tangled her hand in my hair. “I'm falling in love with you” she whispered against my lips, when we drew back to take a breath. “I was never with a woman before” I whispered back, my hand on her waist. “Then let me be your first woman, please.” As an answer, I kissed her again and she deepened it. I always dreamed about that, I thought.

#sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson #American horror story

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