the stars in your eyes | t.s. one shots

commitment

inspired by the song 'i won't say' by cate <3

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The ritual of a girls night is a sacred tradition in Taylor's Swift's world. Her and a group of friends all go out for dinner, complete with cocktails, then return to her house and split a few bottles of wine. It's always full of laughter and great gossip, both medicine for the soul.

On a crisp fall evening, Taylor finds herself on one of these nights with Gigi, Blake, and Ashley, walking the streets of New York with smiles on their faces. They retire back to Taylor's quite early in the evening, at least early compared to their usual routine. Taylor pops the cork off of a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and distributes glasses amongst her friends. Once they're in the privacy of Taylor's own home, the real girl talk can start.

It starts out by Ashley's story of her latest dating app escapade. She's the only one of the group who can actually get by on those things- the others are too famous for anything like that to be safe for them. From Ashley's stories, Taylor's pretty sure that she's not missing out on anything.

"He literally just never showed up, and then he hasn't messaged me since," she rolls her eyes. "I was sitting at that bar for so long, just waiting for him. It's like, he's just fallen off the face of the earth. I don't get it. I thought he really liked me, honest to god."

Gigi nudges Ashley's side as they sit on the sofa opposite the one that Taylor and Blake are on. "I guess he's realized that you're so much better than him and he's so embarrassed that he even tried because you deserve something so much better than a lousy dickhead like him."

Ashley sighs, leaning back into the sofa and covering her face with her hands in exasperation. "God, I don't know. It's just really confusing, honestly."

"I'm really sorry, Ash," Taylor frowns. "Men are the worst, honestly."

Blake lets out a laugh. "You're one to talk, Tay." Blake was the first one that Taylor had called, after she'd shared her first kiss with Travis a few weeks ago, on their first date. Since then, the rest of her friends have been let in on the other little details of the relationship. All of their firsts, every magical moment.

"Yeah, I wish my soulmate would appear on a friendship bracelet," Ashley nods. "Seriously, whatever happened to chivalry?"

"Travis," Gigi mocks, saying his name in a sing-song voice, "got every last ounce of it that this universe had to go around, and there wasn't any left for anyone else."

Taylor's face falls into a deep red. "Hey..." she mutters, staring down at her hands in her lap but unable to hide the smile on her face. It's been only a few weeks since Taylor's first football game, and she's been to a few more since. Things couldn't be going better for her and her new relationship. Travis's name has left her lips a few times tonight, but it's obvious to her friends that she's been itching to talk even more about him. She doesn't want to be the girl who annoys everyone, speaking only about her boyfriend, but as her friends see it, she's got every right to be excited. She's been waiting a long time for a guy who is as good for her as Travis is.

"It's okay, Tay," Blake says, placing a supportive hand on Taylor's arm. "Go ahead, tell us about him. What's Mr. Perfect done today?"

"He DoorDashed me bagels this morning," she admits. "For today and tomorrow morning. He didn't want me to go without breakfast and knew I'd want one tomorrow when I was hungover."

Gigi groans. "Oh, T."

"That boy really likes you," Blake says. "God, he's down so bad."

"So is she," Ashley says with a shrug. "God, look at her face. It's the color of a firetruck." She takes another sip of her wine, peering out over the rim of the glass. "May we all be so lucky someday, right?" She looks between the other faces in the room: Blake is so in love with Ryan that it's almost disgusting, and earlier in the night, Gigi spilled all of the details on her first date with a new guy- Bradley Cooper, to be exact. They'd mean to keep it secret for longer, but they'd been photographed. It had been a story more shared in frustration than to squeal about how well it had gone, but the rest of the group had certainly gotten the indication that there will be another date. "I'm the only one without a date here, aren't I?"