Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

some things are too good to be true

this was a request someone made a while ago about tayvis' daughter going to a show and getting overwhelmed, i forgot who asked for it but i did my best, not sure its any good but oh well

Taylor and Travis' daughter's POV

a.n in this timeline, taylor and travis met way earlier (maybe as teenagers) and had their daughter when they were young

I tapped my fingers against my legs as I stared out of the tinted windows as we passed the hoards of fans dressed up in sparkly costumes, anxiety curling in my stomach. There was just so many of them. I hated crowds, always had, which hadn't been super convenient since my parents were one of the most famous couples on the planet. Luckily, I didn't have to deal with their fans all that often; I was more than happy to hang back out of the spotlight, and my parents were more than happy to protect me from the world. I was only at the concert today because Mom was playing in our hometown. Dad and I went on tour with her sometimes, him more than me, since I always had schoolwork to do at home. But not this time. 

"You okay honey?" Dad nudged me, and I glanced over.

"Yeah." I lied, forcing a smile. "Are we gonna have time to see Mom before she goes on?"

"Think so, we're almost there." Dad peered out the window. "She might not be able to talk much though." I nodded to myself as we passed through security, our driver parking right round the back of the stadium.

I could see some of Mom's fans stopping and pointing as Dad and I got out of the car and I clutched my purse tightly, hating the way their phones rose in our direction. They just wanted to catch a glimpse of Dad. I'd seen the videos of him and Mom that people took without them knowing and then blasted them over the internet. It was a little weird seeing videos of your parents making out with millions of likes, and I tried hard to stay on the other side of social media.

"Lia, honey, you coming?" Dad said, and I turned to see him waiting for me. "Mom doesn't have much time before she's got to get ready, we should get going if you want to see her."

"I'm going to the bathroom." I said. "I'll meet you in the VIP tent okay? Tell Mom I'll see her after."

"Oh, sure." Dad nodded. "Take Dylan with you though."

"Kay." I nodded as I went inside, and Dylan - one of our bodyguards - followed me. He waited outside the nearest bathroom while I went inside, and I came out a few minutes later once I'd used the toilet and touched up my makeup. 

Dylan led me through the stadium, keeping an eye out as we wove through onto the floor and in the direction of the VIP tent. I watched the crowds of people as they found their seats, looking at all of their costumes and their arms full of bracelets and their faces covered in glitter and makeup. I kept my head ducked down, not wanting to meet anyone's gaze. I wasn't nearly as famous as either of my parents, but people still liked to get shots of me.

"Here we go Miss Lia." Dylan stopped in front of the tent and I smiled at him as I stepped inside, draping my purse over a chair. 

"Hey Lia! Lia!" I heard my name being called and looked out the front of the tent. Three girls were waving at me from a few meters away, clad in skimpy little dresses with jewels stuck to their cheeks. My mouth almost dropped open. Hayley, Brianna, and Lucy. Basically the three 'mean' IT girls of our school. They were smiling at me, actually smiling.

"Hi." I tentatively leaned out the front of the tent as they approached the barrier, stopping a meter and a half away. 

"How are you babes, you look great!" Hayley grinned at me and I blinked, confused but delighted they were being nice to me. They hated a lot of people and weren't that nice in general, but god, I wanted to be one of them so badly. If you were friends with them, you basically ran the school.