its true swear scouts honour

chapter 1

(first up, I gotta warn y'all that the timelines are a bit wack but bear with me. I started writing this story before TTPD was even announced lmao)

Travis's POV:

The Eras Tour has probably been the best night of my life so far. To be honest, I can't fathom the last time my mind has felt so separated from my reality. Ever since my ex, life has seemed like it has constantly been on fast forward, a blur if you will. But tonight, tonight everything felt so far away and joyous because of a certain blonde pop star on the stage in front of me.

I've always found her attractive. I can't lie. Even when I was in my 20s occasionally I'd find myself staring at her photo too long, and although teased about it, I knew it was just the way it was. I'd always have a soft spot for her. She was gorgeous, heartfelt and always seemed like a true leader in the music industry. So when my management team offered me a spot in a box at the Eras Tour, how could I say no? 

From the moment she came out on that stage, I couldn't help myself. She was truly as dazzling as I had always known her to be. It was nuts. Not to say I don't appreciate other aspects of a woman, but there was definitely a lot to appreciate about Taylor. She had the most gorgeous figure, only accentuated by her glittering outfits and eyes that I swear I could get lost in. 

All night I was absolutely entranced by her. Her music the way she acts, absolutely everything. The way she interacts with every single person in the crowd in a way you may as well be in a room together with not a single soul. And even so far away, I felt like a mad man practically drooling all night. 

At this point when I tear myself away from such deep thoughts I observe Taylor in her current set. She's wearing a 1989 outfit which highlights the contours of her body, practically making me lose my composure because of how good she looks, but alas, I am here because of my work and I must stay professional. 

As Taylor begins to sing one of her hits, 'Wildest Dreams', I can't help but notice that familiar look she has in her eyes. As she sings the bridge, it is utterly unmistakable, that look of anger, utter betrayal and guttural sadness which paints her face. It may be masked but I know. Her eyes seem duller and her smile threatening to droop at any second. And although I don't know her, the things I would do to anybody who could make a woman feel that way leaves me feeling hurt for her, especially as I observe how everybody else can only see the glittering jewel they all chant for, not the person behind her brand. 

As she continues to sing the chorus for the last time I see her gaze turn obviously towards one of the boxes beside the one I am in. As I follow gaze, I notice a man standing uncomfortably and I can't help but ache for her. To have to sing for that long, like a machine, when somebody whom so clearly has shattered you is around? I couldn't do it, nor could anybody I know. Of course she can, what can't she do? 

After singing another hit in her 1989 set, 'Bad Blood', the lights dim and I still search to see any glimpse of her, like a madman despite the darkness. When the lights return I see she has put a green intricate dress over the set she was previously wearing, no more beautiful than the last but almost as beautiful as she as so plainly. This deeper shape of green brings out those eyes of hers. The ones I could just fall into at any given moment, that's how enchanted she's made me. 

I watch her figure step over towards the microphone and I can't help but grin as the crowd screams and cheers for her.  She grins and giggles a bit to herself as she picks up her guitar before stepping back towards the microphone. I swear for a moment, my breath stops as she starts to talk.

Taylor says, "Welcome to the acoustic set KC!" Her face erupts in a smile and I cheer with the rest of the crowd. She continues her typical speech that I know she does at every concert from my research then goes on to say, "So the song I wanted to play on the guitar set is a song which I feel I really connected to emotionally when I wrote it, and I still do now. at the time I was being cheated on and I was honestly so over life. Cheaters stay cheaters and if you're wondering who this is about, why don't you ask them?" She cocks her head to the side, "Because they know exactly who they are."