The party's in full swing—music thumping, people laughing, glasses clinking. It's loud, it's lively, and everything feels electric. Taylor and I are surrounded by friends, but it feels like the whole world is shutting out. I can't stop smiling. It's been an incredible year for both of us, and tonight, we're celebrating all of it.
Taylor's sparkling dress catches the light as she twirls around, her hair pulled back in this effortless style that somehow makes her look even more beautiful. I can't take my eyes off her. I love the way she's shining tonight—so full of life, her energy lighting up every corner of the room. She laughs, throws her head back, and I'm completely mesmerized.
We've been having a blast—dancing, joking around, just being ourselves. But now, the countdown is starting. The excitement in the room grows louder as the seconds tick down. People begin gathering in groups, laughing and getting closer to their loved ones.
The whole room is buzzing.
"Five!" someone shouts, and the noise grows louder.
"Four!" A chorus of voices echoes around us.
"Three!" I can see Taylor's smile, her eyes sparkling as she looks up at me.
"Two!" I reach out for her hand, pulling her a little closer.
"ONE!" The entire room screams in unison.
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The countdown culminates in a roar of celebration, and everything slows down.
It's just her and me in this moment. I pull her close, my hands resting at her waist, and without a second thought, I lean in. Her lips meet mine in the softest kiss, like the world around us has disappeared. Time doesn't matter. It's like we're in our own little universe, holding onto this moment.
The room explodes in cheers, but neither of us cares. We're lost in each other, and nothing else exists but us. Not the paparazzi who are probably snapping pictures right now, not the press, not the party—just the two of us.
When we finally pull away, I see the same warmth in her eyes, the same feeling I have—a sense of belonging, of home. She grins at me, eyes sparkling as she leans in again, this time resting her forehead against mine.
"Happy New Year, Travis," she whispers, and I can't help but laugh, a full, happy laugh, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world.
"Happy New Year, Taylor," I reply, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
And as the cheers continue around us, we stay there, wrapped up in the moment, knowing that whatever the year ahead holds, we're facing it together.
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RomanceTaylor and Travis were best friends from the moment they met on the playground on their first day of kindergarten. But as they grew up, life led them down different paths. Taylor found her place under the spotlight as a singer, while Travis became a...
