its true swear scouts honour

chapter 2

Taylor's POV:

How dare he? How dare he come to my show and think it was all fun and games? Night after night, I put my whole self out there, but it has to be the 'perfect' version of me. It's hard enough when I'm having a bad day, but in what world would Micheal ever think he had the right to come watch me preform? We dated a while ago now in secret but alas, he still cheated on me. And if he thought I wasn't gonna say anything to keep him on his toes, fuck was he wrong.

After coming backstage after the show, I sigh and plop down onto my couch, scrolling on my phone. My friend and publicist Tree approaches me and sighs. I look up waiting for my condemnation. 

"Taylor... I know you were pissed Micheal showed up, but you can't deliver both of your surprise songs towards him. I made his team a promise nobody would ever find out about you guys. I can't have your fans catching on about who the person you were talking about was. You need to be more discreet." She says plainly and simply, as if it's as simple as that.

I groan, "But Treeee..." I whine, "that was the whole point, he thinks he can come to MY show and get away with it? He totally asked for it!"

Tree sighs and leaves it at that, not wanting to fight about it any longer. I guess there's no point arguing over some dick that will have probably learned his lesson by now. Besides, I'm over him, I'd rather he didn't take up a moment longer of my conscious. 

TIME SKIP TO A DAY LATER

I'm sitting on my couch with Benji in my lap when Tree buzzes my phone of Insta of all things, which piques my curiosity. I wonder what she's sent me. I pick up my phone and inspect my lock screen, and see she's sent me a reel on Intsa. Weird. She never does shit like that.

I open the DM and click on the reel. Two guys appear on my screen. One that seems a little older in some attire that I recognise as Eagles merch which makes me smile and a younger hunkier guy. I'm brought out of my trance when I hear the stockier of the two laugh and say,

"Speaking of Taylor Swift I know you went to the Taylor Swift concert how was it?" He says with a grin.

The other guy gives a coy smile before saying shyly, "Yeah well I was disappointed that she doesn't talk before or after her shows because she has to save her voice for the 44 songs that she sings..." I roll my eyes at that, I guess its just the way things are, he can't really be mad at me for that but my eyes widen when I hear him continue on saying, "so I was a little butt hurt I didn't get to hand her one of the bracelets I made for her." My eyes and heart practically melt in this moment, my cheeks burning from my preconcieved notion. It is sweet that two football blokes of all things will talk about my concert at all, but to have one of them so personally invested it just... feels nice. 

"You made her a braclet?" The guy who I now know to be Jason says.

"Yeah if you're up on uh Taylor Swift concerts there are friendship bracelets and I received a bunch of them being there but I wanted to give Taylor Swift one with my number on it alright nah." My cheeks (if it were even possible) are now dusted a pink that makes me feel heat all over my body in ways I haven't experienced in ages. All over some guy on a football podcast too. Nobody has really so openly talked about me like this before... its so new... so different... but I don't mind it. 

"Your number as in 87 or your phone number?" Jason asks with a smile creeping onto his face. He looks down his face flushed a little pink too now before saying,

"You know which one." He says with a smirk leaving me with butterflies in my stomach. Now that I observe him I mean, he's never the type of guy that I typically go for... but he's definitely... nice to look at.  My eyes trace his sharp jawline and I find myself gazing into his eyes before I snap the fuck out of it...