A/N: Being a student is already hard, but being a graduating student is a different level of difficulty☠️. I'm a mentally unstable, broke, desperate, stressed, hopeless, helpless, unmotivated, uninspired, crying, dying, anxious senior in high school. 🫂
Part two of "Taylor Swift".
Y/N'S POV
We hurriedly went backstage as soon as Taylor finished the show.
I saw Taylor and she quickly enveloped me in her arms.
Taken aback at her actions, I gasped.
"Sorry, too much?" She asked and I shook my head.
She attempted to remove her arms around me.
But I didn't let her.
I wrapped my arms around her.
"Can we stay like this for a while?" I asked and she nodded.
"I'm sweaty" She says.
"And hot" I say and she laughs.
"I think they forgot that we existed" I hear Scott.
We pulled away from the hug.
I shyly looked at Scott and Rosie was laughing at me.
"Sorry to be the one to say this, but we have a flight to catch" Rosie says and I sigh.
I looked at Taylor to see her looking at me.
She held my hand and gave it a squeeze.
"How about a photo before you leave?" She asked and we agreed.
Scott even joined us for a photo.
"When will I see you again?" Taylor asked.
"Probably in a few months" I say.
"I'll get very busy" I say.
"We'll still talk, right?" She asks and I nod.
"I was thinking it'll be easier if I have your number?" I suggested and she smiled.
Luckily, she did give me her number.
"One last hug before you go?" She asks.
The hug was so warm and it felt just right.
That it felt so wrong to let go.
"Text me when you land. Better yet, give me a call" She says and I nod.
"Goodbye for now, Taylor" I say.
"I'll see you in a while" She says.
"Goodbye to you, too, Rosé" She says and I smile.
"Goodbye, Taylor. Your shows were amazing!" Rosie says.
"Thank you" Taylor says.
"It was nice meeting you, Scott" I say.
"I'm looking forward to seeing you next time" He says.
"Anyways, we're leaving now. We have a plane to catch" I say.
TIME SKIP
The flight was almost 11 hours long.
I immediately texted Taylor's number as soon as we left the airport.
Y/N: Taylor, it's Y/N. I'm on my way home.
Taylor: I miss you.
Y/N: I miss you, too. I'll call you when I get home if that's okay.
