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➵ Harley's pov

After defending my UFC title and having a sleepover with Hailee and Taylor, I had found the rest of my week to be pretty uneventful. Both Lizzie and Scarlett had agreed to come to Taylor's show, oblivious to the fact I would be preforming with her. Now all that was left to do was go to rehearsals with Taylor and her support acts. Hailee was practising on a different day as she had a bunch of filming to do for one of her acting ventures, which meant I was alone on my drive to the stadium.

I decided to call Dwayne as I got into my car, knowing he would love a quick chat if he was free.

"Hey Dwayne, how are you?"

"I'm great although I can barely hear you over the roar of that engine. Which car you driving today?"

"The Lamborghini Sian. Figured I should make a flashy entrance for the rehearsals I have today"

"Do elaborate..."

"Well, your favourite UFC fighter is going to be on stage with Taylor Swift for her final show. Don't tell anyone"

"Very nice Laurier. I hope it all goes well"

"Honestly I'm just excited to do something that isn't fighting"

"That's understandable, although when you're as good as you are can you really blame people wanting you to do it?"

"You have a point. Actually although it's kinda fighting, I'm really loving my new stunt coordinator job. I haven't been needed this week though, so I've just been living at the gym"

"Oh yes I remember you saying something about that. I'm glad its going well and I'm sure it'll open up new doors if or when you decide to retire from UFC"

"That's what I was thinking. But enough about me, how's the family?"

"Great, although they all miss you. You'll have to come visit for a while now you're not competing. Or, we could meet in the middle and go to a WWE show"

"Both great ideas. I'll check my calendar and see what I can do. I've got to hang up now but I'll message you some dates I'm available"

"Perfect. Talk soon Varon"

With that, he hung up the call. I sat in silence as I pulled up to the giant stadium, making my way to the back entrance.

"Name, ID, and reason for visit please"

"I'm Harley Varon, V-A-R-O-N. I'm here to see a Miss Taylor Swift and there's my ID" I stated, handing the man in the security booth my drivers licence. My name clearly broke him out of his boredom trance, slowly starting to realising he was in the presence of a world renowned fighter.

"Sorry Miss Varon, I didn't realise it was you. There's a parking space for your car in the underground parking, which has twenty four hour surveillance. Just follow the yellow lines and I'll have the doors opened for you"

With that, he handed back my ID and opened the gates for me, trying to get a sneaky photo as I drove past. I followed the yellow lines to what looked like a regular garage door, but pulled up to reveal a plethora of cars. The roar of my engine echoed around the walls as I looked for where to park. A special sectioned off area had Taylor's, Hailee's, Selena's, Camilla's, Charli's, and my own name in front of individual spaces. I was glad to see that despite being early, I wasn't the first to arrive, Taylor's, Selena's, and Charli's cars already in their spaces. I parked my own car, making sure to lock it as I found my way to the stage. There Taylor stood with her dancers, band, Selena, and Charli, going over different ques for the show.