#swiftie!reader

As a shy kid from Monaco, your childhood wasn't exactly the most social one - you were shy, wore glasses, and liked to keep things to yourself. That's how you ended up discovering Taylor's music and became friends with Charles at the early age of 7.

During the summer holidays, with not many friends to enjoy the time except for one girl from school who happened to be traveling, you ended up going with your mom to the hairdresser. The owner saw how uncomfortable you were with all the noise and people and showed you to the waiting area, a room with a big TV and a few toys. You were the only one there, and the echo of the TV caught your attention. It was playing a song you had never heard before, a blonde singer wearing glasses and pajamas sang with all her strength. You were entranced by the image, so much so that the door opening didn't catch your attention until someone poked at your shoulder. "Hi, I'm Charles," and just like Taylor was singing, he belonged with you.

Eighteen years later, you were in the Ferrari garage working on your computer while Charles got ready for quali. Since it was the Vegas GP, and you didn't like the rush and lights that much, you chose to stay in the deepest area of the home motor curled on a blanket waiting until it was time for the race to begin.

"Cherie, Kika is looking for you at the Alpine garage," Charles knocked on the door, and peeked his head inside, smiling fondly at you.

You adjusted your glasses, "Tell her to come here."

"She's having lunch there, told me she got your favorite snacks for dessert," he explained, and you bit your lips. "There are not as many people out there since it's qualy," Charles tried to reassure you and you nodded, grabbing your cardigan and lacing your fingers with his.

"I told her to wait for you. Hopefully, she did," he had this funny smile on his face, and if you weren't so tired from the flight the other day, you would nag him about it.

You walked hand in hand to the Alpine garage, Charles stopping here and there to take a few pictures, but nothing as crazy as Sundays usually are.

When you finally reached the pink and blue facility, things seemed different. You didn't know how to pinpoint what exactly it was, but you felt like the usual rush was slightly blessed, and from previous experience, you bet someone important was inside.

"I've been waiting forever to do this for you, I couldn't have done it sooner because of the whole world tour thing and you know how hectic it was for her, right?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, feeling your glass frames move in your face, "What are you talking about, Char?"

He shook his head, kissed your forehead, and entered the garage. The first thing you saw was a mass of a man, huge. Then you heard his laugh, and it sounded familiar. The second he turned around with a big smile on his face, you felt your knees weakened, not because of him but because of someone likely there along with him.

"THE Travis Kelce?" You whispered to Charles still holding his hand, and he beamed.

"Hey, Yn! Nice to meet you! Your boyfriend was just talking about you minutes ago," he took a few steps in your direction, offering you a handshake, and you took it.

"He said you were the biggest fan," you heard her voice before seeing her, and when she stepped around Travis, you almost fainted.

"Oh, sweet Jesus-," you screeched, and everyone laughed.

"Taylor! Oh my God! I've been listening to you since I was a kid," you whispered, trying to hold back the tears and the laughter of happiness bubbling inside.

"Careful now, or you'll make me feel old," she joked and opened her arms, motioning for you to get inside the hug. You glanced at Charles, silently thanking him, and crashed into your idol's arms. Her hug was warm and tight, and you felt like you could stay there for hours. Her hands caressed your back up and down feeling how emotional you got and trying to comfort you.

When you took a step back, you saw how her gaze softened, looking at the T pendant Charles got you when you were still little kids. She pointed to a nearby bench, "Everyone's trying to explain how this works, but I still don't get it. Can you enlighten me on the F1 world as someone who's been in it since childhood?" Your brows furrowed in a second, but you smiled brightly at her. She seemed to get your confusion, explaining, "Charles was updating us on how you were the biggest Swiftie since you were a kid."

"Yeah, I met him when I first listened to your song too," you observed, sitting down, and turning to her.

"What? Now you gotta tell me this! This paddock pass was so worth it. F1 rules can wait, I'm a sucker for a love story."

"That I know," you giggled looking from her to Travis who seemed to be in a deep conversation with Charles.

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•You had been talking about wanting to go for months and he knew the best thing to do would be to get you tickets.

•Months before the concert, you force Rafe to listen to Taylor.

•The only music on in the car or while cleaning is Taylor Swift.

•You have to explain the Taylor’s Version lore to him.

•He never streams a stolen version song again.

•As the concert date approaches, you force him to sit down and make friendship bracelets with you.

•You get Wheezie to help you out and it becomes an assembly line of sorts. (Rafe messes up the first few bracelets so he’s only allowed to tie them.)

•The Eras Tour movie is definitely playing in the background while you guys work.

•On the day of the concert, you wake Rafe up super early.

•You wanted to get to the venue a while before the show started so you could trade bracelets.

•You forced Rafe to wear a Travis Kelce jersey and he was very confused. (You spent the next hour explaining the Joe, Matty, Travis lore to him while he listened intently)

•At the venue, Rafe wait in the merch line while you chat and trade bracelets with other swifties.

•As the intro to Cruel Summer starts playing, Rafe swears he’s never seen you so happy before and he knows he made the right choice getting you eras tickets.

“Wait,” Bucky said, his voice cutting through the music as he cocked his head, squinting at the screen. “So… she just pops out of those giant parachutes? What are they even doing with parachutes on stage?”

You paused the vacuum, looking over your shoulder at him with a grin. “Those aren’t parachutes, dummy. They’re fans. She’s surrounded by them, rising up with them. It’s the Lover era”

He raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “So, the pink one. Got it.”

You rolled your eyes but laughed, setting the vacuum aside and grabbing a nearby mop. “Come on, Mr. Darcy needs a dance partner.”

Bucky smirked and stepped forward, plucking the mop from your hand. “Mr. Darcy?”

You nodded solemnly. “Yep. Because he’s my knight in shining armor, mopping away the mess.”

“Only you would name a mop,” Bucky muttered, but there was no hiding his smile.

You twirled around, singing along to Cruel Summer, voice a little shaky but full of life. The mop became a microphone; your feet moved to the beat, and for a moment, the world outside the apartment vanished.

Bucky settled on the couch, watching you with a warmth that made his chest tighten. He didn’t always get all the details about Taylor or her eras, but he got you. He got how much these songs meant, how much you felt every lyric like it was stitched into your soul.

As The Man started, you sang louder, dancing over to him and plopping down beside him with a breathless laugh.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, bumping your shoulder against his.

He just grinned. “I try.”

The movie rolled on, a kaleidoscope of colors and emotions flickering over the walls. You reached for the remote and rewound the last song, eyes gleaming.

“I love this one,” you said softly. “Ready?”

Bucky shrugged, watching you as you got up to grab a cup of coffee. You returned with the cup in both hands, sitting close enough that your legs touched.

He traced idle patterns on your ankle, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingers.

There was something sacred about these quiet moments, the easy closeness, the way your presence filled the room with light.

Bucky swallowed, nerves fluttering in his gut. He’d been carrying something for months, a secret wrapped in hope and hesitation, and jeans. Yes, Bucky carried around the ring in his back pocket every day. Waiting for the right moment felt like waiting for a sunrise you knew would come, but you never knew exactly when the sky would turn pink.

The Love Story song was coming up soon, but you had no idea what was about to happen.

And he wanted it to be perfect.

The song shifted, the mood softening. You got up and wandered to the window, pulling the curtain back to watch the city lights blink alive in the dusk.

Bucky followed you, wrapping an arm around your waist, resting his chin on your head.

“You know,” you said, voice low and dreamy, “sometimes I think about how we ended up here. You and me, this apartment, all these silly little traditions.”

He smiled against your hair. “You mean naming the mop Mr. Darcy?”

You giggled. “That, too. But more than that. How it’s been almost three years now.”

“Three years,” Bucky echoed. “Feels like a lifetime and no time at all.”

You pulled away to look at him, eyes shining. “I love this — us. The mess and the music and the way you pretend to hate Taylor but secretly hum along to anti-hero.”

He laughed. “Hey, don’t tell anyone.”

You bumped his shoulder again, playfully. “I won’t.”

The TV chimed as Fearless started, and you immediately started singing along, voice light and full of joy.

Bucky watched you, marveling at how effortless you were, how much light you brought into this space.

He didn’t say it aloud, but inside, his heart was pounding.

Soon.

The music swelled, and you danced barefoot across the living room, arms wide as if trying to catch every note floating through the air. Bucky couldn’t help but smile at the way your feet barely seemed to touch the ground. You spun, giggling, breathless and happy.

He reached for your hand, pulling you gently down onto the couch beside him. You settled in with your head against his shoulder, legs curled up beneath you.

“Do you ever think about what life was like before us?” you asked softly, voice muffled against his shirt.

Bucky thought for a moment, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm.

“Harder. Louder. More… dangerous,” he said quietly. “But nothing felt right until you.”

You sighed contentedly, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. The warmth in your eyes made his heart ache.

“I never imagined someone like you,” you whispered. “Someone who could make me feel safe without even trying.”

He kissed your temple gently. “You’re my home.”

The TV flickered, shifting into the next era’s set list, and you sat up, eyes wide with anticipation.

“That’s You Belong With Me coming up,” you said. “This one always gets me.”

Bucky laughed, watching you bounce on the couch cushions.

“You’re a mess.”

“And you love it.”

He did. More than anything.

The room filled with golden light as the opening chords rang out. You sang along, voice trembling with nostalgia.

Bucky watched you glow, hair messy, cheeks flushed, the kind of beauty that made him forget the world outside these walls.

You curled your fingers around his hand, squeezing it tight.

“No matter what happens,” you murmured, “I’m so glad it’s with you.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

Soon.

He’d waited for this moment to feel exactly right — for the world to slow, for the love to be undeniable.

And now, with Taylor’s soft voice wrapping around you both, he knew it was time.

The crowd on screen screamed.

And the room around you stilled.

You didn’t move from the couch, eyes fixed on the glowing TV, but your fingers dug just a little deeper into his. You were already brimming with tears before the first notes hit.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. “Bucky. BUCKY.”

He leaned closer. “Yeah, baby?”

“It’s Love Story.” You were already laughing through the emotion. “I’m gonna lose it. You remember what happens during this one, right?”

His mouth quirked into something soft. “Mmm. Let’s see. Something about a castle, a balcony, and a very dramatic dress?”

You smacked his arm without looking away from the screen. “No. This is the one where all the girls got proposed to at the concert. During the bridge. Remember the TikToks? The ones I made you watch?”

“Oh, I remember,” he murmured.

Of course he did.

He remembered all of it. The way your eyes had gone soft and hopeful watching those videos. The way your hand had drifted unconsciously to your chest every time Taylor sang “He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring…”

He remembered the way you'd sighed, almost to yourself, “God, imagine being loved like that.”

And in that moment — in that one stupid TikTok — he'd made up his mind.

Because he did love you like that.

You shifted on the couch, rising to your knees on the cushion, leaning forward like a kid seeing magic for the first time. On screen, Taylor stood in her glittering ball gown, lights glowing like fireflies around her. The melody slowed, sweet and aching.

🎶 We were both young when I first saw you… 🎶

You pressed a hand to your heart.

“I swear,” you whispered to no one. “This one gets me every time.”

Bucky rose slowly from the couch.

You didn’t notice.

You were too busy swaying to the rhythm, mouthing every word, a tear slipping down your cheek.

🎶 I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress… 🎶

He stepped forward.

🎶 He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said— 🎶

You turned to look at him.

And stopped breathing.

Because there he was.

In front of the couch. On one knee.

Holding a ring that sparkled like a thousand stars trapped in silver.

For a heartbeat, you didn’t move.

Then: “Are you—oh my God, are you kidding me right now?!”

He smiled, soft and trembling.

“Nope,” Bucky said. “Not kidding. I’ve been carrying this around since March. Thought about doing it at the diner where we had our first date. Or on the fire escape with the skyline. But then today…”

He looked around the room — the half-mopped floor, the forgotten coffee on the table, the flicker of golden light from the screen dancing on your face.

“You were dancing in that ridiculous hoodie, yelling about mops and glitter and girlhood like your heart was on fire. You were happy. So alive. And I just knew.”

Your hands flew to your mouth. You were already crying — real crying now, hiccuping with disbelief, one foot still on the couch like you hadn’t quite landed in this moment yet.

“I know I didn’t plan some grand event,” he went on, voice thick. “And there’s no fancy dinner or hidden photographer, or… whatever people do these days. But you once told me the dream was a living room and love that doesn’t fade.”

He held the ring up higher.

“So,” he whispered, eyes locked to yours, “marry me?”

You dropped off the couch to your knees in front of him so fast you nearly knocked him over.

“Yes. Yes.”

He let out a sound — somewhere between a laugh and a breath of relief — and cradled your face in one hand, slipping the ring on with the other. It fit like it had always belonged.

On screen, the crowd roared.

Taylor’s voice soared.

And you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in like your life depended on it.

“I can’t believe you did this,” you whispered into his shoulder. “During Love Story.”

He laughed softly, pressing his lips to your cheek, your temple, your jaw. “Cliché,” he murmured. “But good cliché.”

The two of you stayed like that — tangled together on the rug, blinking through tears, breathing each other in — while Taylor sang the final chorus in the background.

You were still crying when you looked down at the ring.

Still in pajamas. Still barefoot. Still wearing remnants of your morning cleaning routine like armor.

Bucky thought you'd never been more beautiful.

“You really proposed in front of a mop,” you said suddenly.

“You were holding it like a mic,” he said. “I saw my window.”

You laughed again. Then looked at him, eyes shining, and kissed him long and slow, the kind of kiss that tasted like a thousand mornings and forever after.

Outside, the city blinked quietly. Inside, your world had just changed.

And neither of you ever needed a big stage or fireworks to feel it.

You had each other.

And a love story that was yours.

Forever.

press tours were hard. long hours of sitting, smiling and answering the same four questions can get tiring.

so after a long day of interviews, you were looking forward to just relaxing.

of course by relaxing you meant lying in your hotel bed, mindlessly scrolling through social media.

you turned on your phone to find a text message from none other than olivia rodrigo, it was a link to a youtube video.

yn being a swiftie for (almost) 7 minutes straight (ft. the marvel cast)

you laughed and clicked on it.

the familiar wii theme song played and the words, 'yn being a swiftie for (almost) 7 minutes straight (ft. the marvel cast)' appeared on the screen.

cut

the first clip was from a panel with the whole cast, you were sitting in between tom holland and elizabeth olsen.

"hi," a girl with bright blue hair, whispered into the mic, giggling nervously, "umm, my name is kayla and my question is for yn,"

you nodded and smiled.

"go ahead kayla, love your hair by the way," you said,

kayla giggled more at the remark, smiling shyly.

“well, i saw the interview you did a couple months ago, where you shut down a sexist interviewer and you do that a lot and i was just wondering if you ever felt guilty? or unsure?”

"oh, good question,” you said, taking a quick sip of your water, “i don't really feel guilty because, honestly, if a man talks shit then I owe him nothing.”

the audience cheered, getting the reference.

the camera panned to the rest of the cast looking confused, with the exception tom (holland), elizabeth olsen and sebastian stan who had grown used to your references.

cut

the next couple of clips were from an interview you did with ELLE a couple months ago, more specifically song association.

"i’m really nervous, because i sing a song everytime i hear a word that’s in it but i’m not so great under pressure," you said, “i think my goal is to not just sing taylor swift.”

cut

the word, 'blame' appeared on the screen.

"oh, easy," you said, jokingly flipping your hair, "don’t blame me, love made me crazy, if it doesn't you ain't doing it right,"

"don’t blame me, taylor swift,"

cut

the next word was, 'king,'

"oh god, why can I only think of taylor swift lyrics," You said, "whatever, it’s fine."

"all the king's horses, all the king's men, couldn't put me together again," you sang, "the archer, again taylor swift,"

“i feel so attached to that song specifically because it came out right before i released my debut album and it came out at a time where i was worried i wouldn’t be taken seriously as an actor or a singer if i did both,” yn said, “anyway, bottom line is taylor swift gets it,”

cut

the next word was, "shirt,"

"after plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own, now you mail back my things and I walk home alone,"

"all too well, but specially the ten minute sad girl autumn version because i’ve been really obsessed with that lately,"

cut

you were sitting sandwiched between anthony and sebastian in a interview.

“also, yn, i’ve heard you’re a fan of taylor swift?”

“fan is such an understatement, she would kill us all no questions asked if taylor asked,” you swatted anthony’s arm causing the interviewer to laugh.

“do you have a favourite album?”

yn’s face lit up immediately.

sebastian and anthony groaned.

"oh no, we're going to be here for hours,"

"screw hours, we're going to be here for days,"

the video sped up as soon as yn started talking, making her voice sound like a chipmunk and after a couple of seconds, it was back to normal.

“the thing is, i’ve never really liked red as much as the other ones - i know, you should kill me - but that was until taylor’s version came out! i’ve always loved all too well but the 10 minute version is just-”

the video sped up again.

“and folklore is my everything. i would sell my soul to hear the entire thing again for the first time. there’s something about the opening beats of ‘peace’ that just- and this is me trying! don’t even get me started-”

"oh! but evermore-”

the video sped up again.

at this point, anthony and sebastian just looked so done.

“lover is just so everything though. it makes me sob and laugh at the same time i can’t explain it,”

“i can, it’s called being unhinged.” sebastian said.

you ignored him, “and i had a whole phase where i got really into origami just so i could make little paper rings - i bought so much origami paper.”

“that’s true, she handed them out on set,” sebastian said, nodding to confirm her story, “i still have mine, it’s squished a little in my wallet.”

“the kids have theirs on their shelves, it’s so cute,” anthony added.

cut

the next clip was from an interview where you played with puppies.

“i might start crying, they’re just so cute.” you gushed, playing with a small golden retriever that made it’s way towards you, “hi baby.”

‘in your opinion, who is the greatest lyricist of all time’

“i’m very lucky, i grew up with so many incredible lyricists like lana del rey and any winehouse, but to me, it will always be taylor swift because i don’t know any other artist who so perfectly captures the experience of girlhood to womanhood,” you said, looking down at the puppies on your lap,

“like, ‘you call me up again, just to break me like a promise’,” you clutched your heart dramatically, “like who writes that? who hurt her?”

“just kidding,” you said, staring down at the puppies, “i know it was jake gyllenhaal,”

cut

“what is one thing that annoys you?” the interviewer asked you,

“probably when people put artists - mostly female - into one box, for example taylor swift. everyone’s always talking about how she only writes about love and breakups when she’s written so many others. like ‘this is me trying’, ‘cowboy like me’, ‘the lucky one’, ‘this is why we can’t have nice things’, ‘the last great american dynasty’, ‘long live’ - the list goes on,”

cut

“what is your motto in life?” another interviewer asked,

“swiftie first, human second” you answered,

cut

“you’re quite close with your marvel cast, besides them, who would you say your closest friends are?”

“i’d say, music industry-wise, i’m really close with conan gray and olivia rodrigo,” you added, “especially because they really get me with the taylor obsession.”

“i’m also really good friends with gracie abrams, she opened for me on tour and i just love her so much.”

cut

it was a clip from your tiktok, a video of you, conan and olivia jumping on a bed, screaming the lyrics to ‘all too well’ (10 minute version).

“i’ll get older but your lovers stay my age!” you all yelled in somewhat unison.

the video showed a screenshot of taylor’s comment: “my children 🥺”

cut

the next clip was a video of your instagram story from when evermore was released, it was a cover of you singing champagne problems.

cut

“you actually met taylor recently at the VMA’s right?” an interviewer asked over zoom,

“yes i did,” you said excitedly, “i was just so starstruck, i may have blacked out for most of it.”

“oh i bet!” the interviewer agrees.

“she gave me her snake ring from the ‘look what you made me do’ music video from the reputation era,” you said, showing off your hand to the camera, “i will literally never take this off. i’m so serious.”

the interviewer, “and how did you react to the sudden album announcement.”

“i’m not even joking, i screamed very loud.”

cut

“what was your first favourite song?” an interviewer off screen asked you,

“i’m pretty sure it was either ‘you’re so vain’ by carly simon or ‘picture to burn’ by dr. taylor alison swift.”

“slight tangent but ‘folklore’ and ‘evermore’ may be sister albums, but ‘lover’ and ‘rep’ are definitely dating.”

end of video.

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user104 omg she’s one of us

user37 she’s so cute

user12 her acknowledgment of Evermore is well appreciated

user13 her friendship with olivia!!

user48 i’m a lover x rep believer

user2 yn wearing the ring in her most recent photoshoot!! she was so serious about not taking it off

user111 imagine if yn, gracie and olivia opened for taylor swift

When you first start dating he is so fucking confused

Poor baby

Obviously he knew who Taylor Swift was, but he always thought she was just a popular singer

For a good month he thought she was actually a cult leader

Was planning how to get you out of said cult

You had to explain to him that you where in fact NOT part of a cult after he set up an intervention for you and Sirius

because Sirius is definitely your swiftie bestie which just confuses James to no end

"Y/N, I love you b-"

"I love you too Jamie 🥰"

"Thank you love, but I cannot sit back and let you and my best mate, my brother, let yourselfs be consumed by this cult"

"Cult?"

"I know you probably don't realise it now but this is for your own good. I will NOT let Taylor Swift control you like this!"

You and Sirius have a good laugh because....

He actually thought you where in a cult

You explain that you are not in a cult, you just really really like Taylor Swift

He isn't fully convinced it isn't a cult because you literally seem to know everything about this women

You point out that he knows basically everything about his favourite quidditch player

Moment of realization.......

After that slight mistake he trys to learn about Taylor for you

His favourite song? Shake It off

Is he aware that it's literally her most popular song?

Yes

Does he care?

Not even a little bit, he likes dancing to it so it's his favourite

Spent like a year trying to find a folklore cardigan for you ❤️

He got it......

His favourite ex is Taylor Lautner and his favourite era is 1989

Is signed up to the Taylor Swift store updates/newsletter and checks his email religiously

New special edition of a vinyl you already own?

Consider it yours

New Cardigan dropped?

Ready to be unpacked when you get home

Era's tour tickets?

This man was in that Ticketmaster line for HOURS

Him & Remus where both trying to get tickets for you & Sirius

Good boyfriends

He felt like he was going into WWIII

Him & Remus where both at the dining table with enough water and snack to last them all day

They where not leaving that dining table until they had tickets

And they got them!

When he told you he got you tickets? He would go through that Ticketmaster line all over again just to see you that happy

When he found out he could DRESS UP for the show?

He was planning basically everyday for MONTHS

Wanted you and him and Remus and Sirius to match but Taylor only has 3 cats.....

So instead you two where Miss Americana and The Heartbreak prince

Did he think it was a bit basic? Kinda but you both looked nice and he got to trade bracelets with loads of people so he was happy

He happily listens to you talk about everything happening to Taylor currently

Disgusted that people showed up at Jack Antonoffs wedding just to see Taylor?

He's right there with you, muttering and scoffing about how awful they are

Complaining about Ashley?

He doesn't know who that is but he will LEARN GODDAMNIT AND HE WILL COMPLAIN ABOUT HER TOO

Rolling your eyes, you tipped your head back. Your hand found his chin, pulling him down for a kiss. Grinning, you said, "Well, this lipstick claims to be one hundred percent transfer proof, so no lipstick stains tonight."

To your surprise, Harry frowned. "How is anyone supposed to know I'm yours?"

"I'll look for my lipgloss when we get to our seats."

"You better."

Harry knew this was a special night for you, so he tried to let you enjoy it without being all over you. He wanted to let you dance and scream song lyrics at the top of your lungs without him getting in the way. It ended up working out for him, though. His view from behind as he watched you watch your favorite artist was more captivating to him than the concert he was currently attending.

Your white go-go boots with pink hearts on them and matching mini skirt elongated your legs, plush tan skin on display and making Harry's heart skip a beat. He was aware of course that there were people all around, so he tried his best not to stare so openly, but it wasn't easy, especially when you began dancing.

Harry half expected for you to completely ignore him the entire concert. He didn't mind, obviously. Taylor Swift was your favorite artist of all time and you were at the first night of the Eras Tour. Harry was there to enjoy a good concert, but he knew it was so much more for you.

But he was prepared. He had tissues in his pockets for when you cried, makeup wipes for when you returned to the car and eventually wanted to wipe all the glitter off your face, your comfiest pair of slippers waiting in the car, and one of his hoodies for you to slip into on the drive home.

Color him shocked when you held his hand almost the whole show. There were moments where you had too much excitement for your favorite songs, but a lot of the time you were tucked into Harry's side, singing along quietly with your eyes glued to the stage. Harry watched the show too, but he found himself watching you more. It was so cute to see you so lost in the moment, so enamored by music. Harry had seen something similar when he spotted you from onstage at his own shows, but this was different. You loved Harry's music, he knew that, but every track, every lyric, every melody that Taylor Swift had released was everything to you.

"Why didn't you wear the outfit from the music video?" Harry whispered in your ear when "You Belong With Me" came to a close. He was joking, but of course you had a serious answer.

"I'm saving it for another date. Thought I would be more dressed up for the first night." Looking over at him, you grinned before kissing his cheek. "Don't worry. I already have your outfit planned out."

Harry shook his head, exasperated but not at all surprised. "Can't wait."

During "Enchanted," you took Harry by surprise and turned to face him and rested your cheek on his chest. In your boots, you were tall enough to speak quietly in his ear despite all the noise.

"I loved this song when it first came out."

"You did?"

You nodded, one hand finding his and threading your fingers together. "I used to wonder if anyone could really feel that strongly for anyone. So...giddy and enchanted and completely and totally in love. It seemed so out of reach at the time, like an actual fairytale written as a song."

Harry bent his head down so he could look you in the eye. Yours were closed, enjoying the moment, the song being performed onstage. "Did you ever figure it out?"

"I met you." That was all you needed to say, really.

A smile spread across Harry's face as he rested his forehead against yours. His heart beat rapidly in his chest at her small confession. He knew exactly what you meant. Harry wasn't sure if you knew it, if you were even aware of it, but you'd changed his life completely. He'd been in love maybe once or twice before, but it was nothing compared to the feelings he had for you. It was...he supposed you were right, it really was something like magic.

"I love you," he said, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke each word.

You kissed his cheek a couple times before pressing your lips to his. Harry was sure you were trying your best to make good on your promise and leave a mark, and he hoped it worked. The kiss didn't last long, seeing as you were both still aware enough of your surroundings that you knew better than to let things get too heated. But you smiled against his mouth and squeezed his hand appreciatively, happy to share one of the greatest nights of your life with the person you loved most in the world.