Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

i miss you, i'm sorry

Travis' POV

There were many things in my life that had not gone to plan. There were many things I'd done that I'd never thought I'd ever do.

Breaking up with Taylor Swift was one of them.

Nine weeks had passed since the day I'd made the worst choice of my life, and every day since then had been a day from hell. I'd played like absolute shit since then, spent all of my time that I could at home, sinking into a pit of depression and regret. I'd scoured the internet every day just for a chance to see her face, and watched every minute of every livestream of every show she'd played since I'd told her we were done. She really could do it with a broken heart. Taylor had taken the stage with more passion than I'd ever seen, masking her grief over what I'd done with glitzy smiles and high notes.

I missed her. I hated myself for what I'd done. I'd been so stressed out with the season, and Taylor had just been trying to help but I'd snapped and blamed it all on her before telling her to leave and never come back. I'd never be able to forget the expression on her face when my yell had faded into silence, the way she'd stared at me in betrayal and disbelief and heartbreak. The sound of the door slamming behind her haunted my nightmares.

She wouldn't take me back, I knew she wouldn't. But for some reason, here I was on the last night of the Eras Tour, standing outside the stadium with thousands of other people trying to buy last minute tickets. I just had to see her face in front of me one last time, fall to my knees and beg her to forgive me. I knew she wouldn't, but that knowledge wasn't stopping me.

I reloaded my phone again and again, praying that anything would come up. I'd spend any money it took to get inside that stadium, but god there was nothing. Tears welled up in my eyes as I tucked my cap lower, wanting to avoid being recognized. I hadn't told anyone what I was doing. I'd just got up and driven to the airport. Hadn't even brought anything with me except for my phone and wallet.

"Fuck." I whispered when I reloaded the screen a few minutes later and a ticket popped up. Not even looking to see where it was or how much it cost, my fingers flew over my screen, and by some miracle I got it. Breathing out a sigh of relief, I went into the confirmation and scanned the details.

Three tickets, front fucking row. I didn't even want to know how much I'd just spent on them, but I could already hear that the show had started inside. Cruel Summer blared out as I looked around, figuring that if I had two spare tickets I might as well help someone out.

"It's useless!" I heard someone say, and turned to see two girls in sparkly dresses looking extremely frustrated, staring down at their phones.

"Hey." I said, and they looked up. I held up my phone. "I just got three front row tickets." Both of their mouths dropped open as they recognized me. "You guys want in?"

"Uh, fuck yeah we do!" The redhead tugged on the brunette's arm. "Holy shit."

"Come on then." I grinned, suddenly feeling not so down about this whole thing. "I'm Travis."

"Yeah we know." The redhead's eyes were wide as we rushed to the gates. "I'm Lily, this is Sam." I could tell she was bursting with questions, but she held back as I scanned us through.

It was a whirlwind as we walked quickly into the roar of the stadium, walking out onto the floor. Familiar with the layout, I found our places easily right at the front row by the far side of the diamond. Taylor was just skipping down to start the Fearless set, clad in a simmering gold dress and a perfectly winning smile.

My heart shattered as I watched her dance with Paul, walk down and start singing. She was so much more than she was in my head, and I almost fell to my knees and started sobbing right there. I'd never regretted anything as much as I regretted telling her to leave, and god I wished I'd run after her and begged her never to let me tell me to go. My heart felt empty and hollow as I watched Taylor perform, the screaming and singing of the crowd paling in comparison to her. It broke me that I'd been the one to ruin us, that all of this was because of me. Why had I done it? I'd been planning to ask her to marry me and now it had all slipped away.