A Grammys Love Story (Tayvin)

A Grammys Love Story

"We should probably start getting ready," I mumbled, ironically pulling myself closer to Adam on the couch as I spoke. "We have to be there in like three hours."
"We could," Adam kissed the top of my head, "or we could have sex and show up five minutes before the red carpet is over, like you usually do."
I looked up at him, resting my chin on my hand that was placed on his chest. "Sounds like the mature, responsible thing to do."
"I wholeheartedly agree," he grinned, moving towards my lips.
My arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss. He hands wandered under my shirt, slowly peeling it off.
"I love you," I whispered the second his lips broke contact with mine. It seemed like such a natural thing to say. A year ago, we hadn't even known each other, but now we knew each other better than anyone else.
We had fallen for each other so quickly, with a passion that I'd never known existed until I felt it with him. It was a passion that seemed like it would never dull. With every smile from across the room and text from across the world, I swore I would never stop getting butterflies in the pit of my stomach. I wanted to wake up entangled in each other every morning. I wanted to lean on his shoulder and chuckle as our kids performed a show for us in the living room. I wanted to spend fifty years with him and still feel this way every time he kissed my neck.
"Do you need to get that?" Adam asked, continuing to let his lips travel.
"Hmm?" my eyes were still closed as I lost myself in his touch.
"Your phone."
I hadn't even noticed it ringing. I grabbed it from the table beside the couch.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Taylor," Tree sounded worried.
"Hi," I said, biting my lip, as Adam refused to remove his lips from my neck.
"So we need to change the song you're performing tonight."
"Ok... mmm... why?"
"Something came up," Tree's tone seemed a bit off, but I was too absorbed in trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible to care.
"Ohhh," I sighed, partially in response to her, but mostly in response to Adam.
"So, anyway, you're going to be doing Love Story tonight."
"Mmmhmm," I breathed.
"Taylor? Are you listening?" Tree broke me from my trance.
"Yeah, sorry," I pushed Adam away. "Okay, Love Story tonight. Sounds good."
"Great, I'll see you there," I could hear Tree's smile. "It's going to be a great night."
"I hope so. See you soon. Bye."
Adam took the phone from me. "Now... Where were we?"
"I think," I pulled him back to my collarbone, "we were right about here."
He immediately continued where he had left off.
"Adam?"
He was reaching behind my back to undo my bra, "Hmm?"
"Did you feed the cats today?"
He froze, pulling away from me. "You know, maybe we should just get ready."
"What? No. Why?" I grazed my hand over his chest and up his neck.
"Too many interruptions," he pecked my lips. "We can continue later."
"Okay, I guess," I huffed. "But you fed the cats, right?"
He rolled his eyes. "Of course, babe."
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"What do you think?" I stepped out of the room to find Adam already waiting for me in his suit.
His eyebrows shot up. I was wearing a silky midnight blue dress with a plunge neckline and a slit down one leg.
"You look... Wow," Adam slowly walked over to me.
I lived for that look in his eyes.
"Really?"
He nodded. "Does now constitute as 'later'?"
I giggled, "Yeah, but I really don't have time to take this off and put it on again."
He sighed, over dramatically, "Okay, ready to go?"
That was a loaded question.
Was I ready to leave our safe haven and submerse myself in a frenzy of camera flashes and screaming? No.
But I grabbed his hand and led him to the car, replaying words I had preached years ago about living in spite of things that scare you to death.
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Five. Five Grammy's in less than two hours. Five thank you speeches that couldn't possibly explain how thankful I was for everything my fans and crew and family had done for me. Five shocked faces that would be added to a Buzzfeed article in the morning of 200 of my best facial expressions. Five congratulatory kisses that were probably already gifs floating all over Tumblr by now.
Adam and I were backstage, preparing to present the Grammy for Best New Artist.
"Ready?" I offered him my hand, as I heard our names announced.
He nodded, grabbing my hand kissing my cheek before we stepped onto the stage. The lights were blinding, but "Shake it Off" was playing and Adam's hilarious dancing distracted me from the lights and crowd.
I danced along with him, acting out the lyrics and moving to the music until we got to the podium and I had to begin our dialogue.
"You know, when I was a new artist, I was always terrified of awards shows," I explained to the audience, as the music faded. "But over the years, I've learned that you can meet some pretty incredible people at award shows."
"Aw, thanks, babe," Adam beamed.
"Actually, I was talking about Justin Timberlake, but you're cool too," I giggled. "Without further ado, here are the nominees for Best New Artist."
The announcer read off the names.
"And the winner is..." Adam spoke in an overdramatic voice, attempting to build up suspense.
I fumbled trying to open the envelope, and ended up dropping it and having to pick it up off the floor.
"Nice, Swift," he laughed.
"Shut up," I mumbled, smiling out of embarrassment. "Let's try this again. The Grammy for Best New Artist goes to..."
"Tori Kelly!" we announced together.
After Tori's acceptance speech, we went backstage again.
"I'm going to head back to my seat, but good luck on your performance," Adam held my head in his hand. "I know it's going to be incredible. I'm so proud of you and I love you so much."
I was confused as to why he was making such a big deal out of wishing me good luck, when he usually just quickly kissed me good luck before I went on stage.
"Thank you," I smiled at him.
He pulled me into a lingering passionate kiss that left me in a daze when he backed away.
"So, um," he grinned. "Break a leg."
He turned and walked away and I was left on my own, preparing to sing Love Story for the trillionth time.
My mom came over as I was getting my makeup retouched.
"You ready?" she beamed at me.
"Yeah," I smiled back and noticed her tearing up. "What's wrong, Mom?"
"Nothing," she wiped under her eye. "I'm just so happy for you."
"Aw, mom!" I hugged her. "You're getting this emotional over Grammys?"
I saw an amused look flash across her face, but she quickly masked it and simply nodded, "Yeah. My baby girl has twelve Grammy's. I'm so proud."
"I love you, Mom."
"You're on!" Tree placed a hand on my back.
I walked toward the stage and looked back at them right before I went on. Something about their smiles gave me a weird feeling, but I decided I could think about that after the performance.
The choreography was familiar and I was so used to every move that I could probably do it in my sleep. I was well into the bridge when I heard gasps from the audience. I scrunched up my eyebrows, confused, but continued singing until a familiar hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me to face the other way right as I was singing "is this in my head, I don't know what to think, he kneeled to the ground and" ...he was there. On stage. In front of me. And suddenly he was on one knee... with a ring.
"Taylor," Adam's face broke into a huge smile.
The music continued playing in the background and only I could hear what he was saying.
"I knew from the minute I started talking to you that you were someone I wanted to spend as much time with as I could. I love the fact that I can laugh with you. You amaze me every day. God, I've wanted to do this for so long... Taylor Alison Swift, will you marry me? And not to be cheesy, but it's a love story, baby just say 'yes.'"
None of my surprised faces at awards shows in the past decade could compete with the one spread across my face in that moment.
"Yes. Yes yes yes yes yes!"
He slipped the ring onto my finger and I pulled him up to me. I could barely kiss him because I couldn't stop smiling so I pulled him into a hug as my band played the ending chorus of Love Story and the crowd erupted in cheers in the background.
I pulled away just enough to see his face. I could write a million songs about the way his eyes burned with passion in that moment. Like he was amazed that I loved him with the same intensity he loved me with. Like he was fascinated at the idea of spending a lifetime with me.
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"And the Grammy for Album of the Year goes to... 1989 Taylor Swift!"
I gasped, not able to wrap my head around how the night had somehow just gotten even better.
I stood up to hug my friends and family, not being able to hold back my smile when I got to Adam.
"I can't believe my future wife has 13 Grammys," he murmured into my ear.
I giggled, not sure if I was more excited about the "future wife" or the "13 Grammys."
"I love you so much," I told him, letting go of him to give my sixth thank you speech of the night.