"What happens when the person you thought you could trust turns into a full blown nightmare... Will you ever be able to heal from the damage? Will life ever be the same again? Well, does love even exist?"
Taylor and Joe have been in a relationship f...
It's almost noon when I open my eyes the following day, a pounding headache instantly greeting me as I roll over in bed. I rub my eyes, trying to gain full consciousness, before taking in my surroundings. At least I'm in my suite, in my own bed, alone. The memories of last night are blurry and I hardly remember anything. How did I get home? When did I get home?
Unwillingly I get up, forced due to the need to pee. Carefully I stumble to the bathroom, now and again slightly losing my balance, realizing that I in fact haven't completely sobered up yet. One look into the mirror is enough to remind me that I probably shouldn't ever drink again. My hair is all over the place and tangled, some remains of make- up are smeared across my face, my lips dry and the bags under my eyes prominent. How much did I drink? How many unnecessary calories did I pour into my body?
After an useless attempt to make myself look somewhat presentable, I head over to where I dropped my purse last night. While trying to find some ibuprofen in there, a bracelet falls into my hands and suddenly the memories are back, clear as glass.
Playing with the bracelet in my hand, I grab my phone, a war starting in my mind. Is this really HIS phone number? If so, should I call him? No, that would be weird. I'm done with men. I could never trust a man anymore, not after what has happened to me. Men are monsters. Are really all men monsters? What's one phone call anyways?
I type in the number, my finger hovering over the call button.
Travis' POV:
After a sleepless night, I try to distract myself with an excessive work out, secretly just waiting and hoping for my phone to ring. But why would it? I mean, we're talking about Taylor fucking Swift here. But then again, she's just another human being, just like me, just like everybody else.
At around twelve o'clock I slowly start to give up hope as I get ready to hop into the shower. That's the moment my phone starts to ring, my heart instantly starts to race while I'm reaching for the device with shaking hands.
An unknown number.
I take a few deep breaths, before finally accepting the call, wishing to hear the familiar voice of the superstar.
"Hello?"
Taylor's POV:
"Hi, um, this is Taylor. I hope you're the guy who gave me that friendship bracelet?" I question with a shaky voice.
"Okay...oh god...wow. It's really you, haha." He replies and I can sense the nervousness in his voice. "Yeah that must be me, I'm Travis."
"I don't even know why I'm calling. I don't usually do these kinda things but, um, yeah I don't know..." I mumble insecurely while scratching the back of my head and trying not to let the phone slip out of my sweaty hands. I honestly don't know what to say as I'm hoping he has some words to share.
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