When Worlds Collide

Prepping for the Grammys

Travis:

The hotel suite buzzed with energy, a symphony of voices, rustling fabrics, and the quiet hum of hairdryers filling the air. Taylor and I sat side by side on a plush sofa, surrounded by a small army of stylists, makeup artists, and assistants. The air smelled faintly of hair spray and expensive perfume, mingling with the excitement that seemed to electrify the room.

Tree stood near the door with a clipboard in hand. "Alright, people," she said, her voice sharp but friendly. "We're on a tight schedule. Dresses and suits are coming in ten minutes. Hair should be done in twenty. Let's keep this moving!"

One of the hairstylists hovered over Taylor, her fingers deftly working through Taylor's soft, blonde curls. "You have the most incredible hair," she gushed. "It's like it doesn't even need styling."

Taylor laughed lightly, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. "You're too kind," she said, though her smile revealed she was enjoying the compliment.

Meanwhile, another stylist stood in front of me, inspecting my hair with the concentration of a sculptor staring at a block of marble. "Okay, Travis, we're going for suave but not overdone. Trust me, you're going to look like you just walked off the cover of GQ."

I raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I'm holding you to that," I joked.

Tree looked up from her clipboard. "He's not kidding, Ethan," she teased. "Travis is vain as hell when it comes to these things."

"Hey!" I shot back, feigning offense. "I prefer particular."

Taylor giggled beside me, reaching out to squeeze my hand. Her touch sent a warm shiver through me, grounding me in the chaos.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and a hotel staff member wheeled in a large garment rack covered in sleek garment bags. "Vivienne Westwood delivery," she announced.

The room stilled for a moment as the stylists hurried to unzip the bags. The first reveal was Taylor's dress a masterpiece of shimmering fabric that caught the light like liquid sunlight. Beneath it was a body-hugging bodysuit encrusted with delicate crystals, designed for her performance later that night.

"Oh my God," Taylor whispered, standing to get a closer look. She reached out to touch the fabric of the gown, her fingers brushing against the luxurious material.

"It's stunning," I said, even if we have seen it before, standing next to her, my voice soft. "But not as stunning as you'll be wearing it."

She turned to me, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush, and leaned in for a kiss. It was slow and deliberate, her hands resting lightly on my chest. My fingers found her waist, drawing her closer as I deepened the kiss.

"Alright, you two, save it for later!" Tree called out, breaking the moment. "We've got a schedule to stick to!"

We pulled apart, laughing, though my hand lingered on her hip a moment longer.

The next reveal was my suit that matched Taylor's dress perfectly. As I tried it on, Taylor watched, her eyes roaming over me with a look that made my heart skip a beat.

"You look incredible," she murmured, stepping closer to adjust my tie. Her fingers brushed against my neck, sending a jolt of electricity through me.

"You're biased," I teased, my voice low.

"No, I'm honest," she replied, her lips curving into a smile.

After some final touches, we stood together in front of the full-length mirror. The stylists had cleared out to give us a moment, and I wrapped an arm around Taylor's waist, pulling her close. She took out her phone, snapping a quick photo of our reflection. The image showed just a hint of her dress and the edge of my suit jacket. My hand rested possessively on her hip.

"This is going on my story," she said, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Make sure you tag me," I said with a grin.

In the adjoining suite, the students we'd brought along were being prepped as well. When we finally stepped into the hallway, Taylor's face lit up at the sight of them.

"You all look amazing!" she exclaimed, moving from one student to the next to admire their outfits. She stopped in front of Tory, her favorite, taking her hands and smiling warmly. "You're absolutely glowing, Tory."

Tory blushed, looking up at Taylor with wide eyes. "Thank you, Miss Swift. I'm so nervous."

Taylor laced her fingers through Tory's and began walking with her. "Don't be. You're going to be incredible out there. Just breathe and have fun."

I trailed behind, mock pouting. "Tory, are you stealing my girlfriend?" I called out, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Taylor giggled, and Tory turned to me with an exaggerated shrug. "Maybe," she teased.

The whole group burst into laughter, and I winked at Taylor as we made our way to the private exit.

Tree ushered us through a back hallway, ensuring no paparazzi were waiting. "Alright, everyone, keep moving. We've got a car waiting out front," she said, her clipboard still clutched tightly in her hand.

The black limousine was sleek and waiting, its doors open to whisk us away to the Grammys. Taylor and I climbed in first, her hand sliding into mine as we settled into the plush seats. The excitement in the air was palpable, and as the car pulled away, I leaned over to kiss her temple.

"This is your night," I whispered.

She smiled, resting her head against my shoulder. "And I'm so glad I get to share it with you."

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i got sick so i apologize for the long time nothing came i always try to write something. i hope you liked the chapter

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