THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟻 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛

The archer (in a romantic way): associated with cupid, who shoots arrows of infatuation (obsessive love) and the other causing the target to flee. 

"oh no, im falling in love again" 

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

I had long lost care for Joe after a few months, finally accepting that it was over and done. The horrid things he did in the past were over, and now I was just performing shows as usual, becoming almost robotic through the weekends. While I loved performing for my fans and enjoyed every single night, I had grown accustomed to the routine of playing shows.

However, everything changed when I met him.

Today was the day I was going to meet him in person. I took a deep breath, making final touches to my makeup. Any second now, he would be here - we had agreed on having a little movie night.

The doorbell rang. I panicked and checked my reflection one last time before rushing to the door.

Once I opened it, there he stood, blushing and holding flowers in his arms.

"Come on in, Travis!" I beamed, gesturing for him to enter my apartment.

He simply smiled, thanking me, and set the flowers on the kitchen island.

"Wow, you're even prettier in person," he commented, and my cheeks flushed red.

"Thank you!" I replied, leading the way to the living room.

I poured myself a glass of wine.

"Want any?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"Sure," he replied, smiling softly. I filled up his glass and handed it to him.

"What movie do you want to watch?" I inquired, sitting next to him.

"Your choice, honestly," he replied, taking a sip of red wine.

"Have you ever seen 'Cruella'?" I asked.

"No," he looked slightly embarrassed.

My eyes lit up as I used the remote to select it.

"Oh, we are 100% watching that then."

"Alright."

After a few minutes into the movie, Travis had his arm draped across my shoulders, inviting me to snuggle with him. I inched closer, maybe because of the wine, maybe because he was a human furnace, but something about him made me want to cuddle into him forever.

I yawned, closing my eyes. I tried not to fall asleep in his arms - it was only the first date, but I felt like I could trust him. He felt like home.

I woke up curled up in his arms, the movie starting to end.

"Why, good morning, Tay," he chuckled lightly as I yawned again.

Tay. He had called me Tay. A new pet name? Men haven't really done that for me before.

"Did you like the movie? Sorry I fell asleep; the tour is exhausting," I replied, sitting up.

"The movie was great. Don't be sorry; you were so cute."

My cheeks flushed bright pink, almost turning maroon.

"Best I get going to my hotel," Travis said, sitting up.

"Wait, can you stay?" I asked impulsively.

"I don't see why not..."

"Yay!" I jumped up and hugged him. He looked a little surprised but enjoyed it nonetheless.

"Can you sleep with me? The other side of my bed has been cold for the past few months..."

"Anything for you, Tay."

He said it again. I was falling hard for this man.

I led him to the bedroom and quickly left. A lyric had popped into my mind, and I grabbed a napkin to jot it down.

"Wasn't I just chasing you

through the autumn night street lights

touching shows in dinner booths 

hoping I was meant for you."