this damn show is the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

Dear Taylor taylorswift

If you’re reading this (if you are I’m freaking out because I can’t believe it), you don’t know me, but my name is India (but I prefer being called Indie), and I’m 15 from the UK. Now that we’re friends, I wanted to tell you something.

So, when I was three years old my party dress caught on fire from the gas fire in our living room. Very luckily I survived after three months in hospital, but I was left with 40% burns and scarring all over my body. The scarring means I’ve always looked a bit different, and have always stood out from everyone else. I can’t count the number of times people would just stare at me in the street or make a mean comment or ask questions about it. But it’s something I’ve mostly gotten used to. When I was younger, I got it more often because the scars looked worse and redder, but it didn’t seem to bother me much up until I joined senior school (or high school). Everyone started to care about popularity, appearance seems to be everything and damn did it knock my confidence. I’d hear questions like “what’s wrong with your face?”, and I would think “there’s nothing wrong with me, just I don’t fit your idea of ‘normal’”. I feel like deep down we all want to be accepted, and I felt like I wasn’t by them. I’m a bit of an extrovert, I’m very loud and chatty when I meet someone, because all I want is for them to see through the scars and see my personality. I have nothing against my scars, because I think you should never spend your time hating something you can’t change, I just wish everyone else would accept them as well. I never ever want them to be a barrier to me living as normal a life as possible.

Anyway, so even though I’ve been listening and loving your music since I was eight (teardrops on my guitar was my favourite ever song for years and I’d be singing it all the time), I’ve only become a proper Swiftie pretty recently. My best friend, Anna (hey-its-taylor-swift) has been a big fan of you ever since you released your first album. She told me all about you, showed me more of your music (I’d only really listened to about 15 or so of your songs, excluding all your super famous ones like Love Story). I started to get really into your music, it was a source of confidence for me. Because I saw this amazing girl, who just didn’t care about bringing a banjo onstage at the Grammys, or despite being constantly bashed by the press kept doing what she was doing. I thought, she looks so confident and happy, because she’s doing what she loves and she doesn’t stop to pity herself. You set an example for me, and you are a big reason as to why my confidence has built up again. I’m back to that careless kid I was when I was little.

Unfortunately, scars don’t grow like normal skin, so they end up getting tight as I grow and it gets hard to move. So I need operations occasionally to fix them. Recently, I had one on my left arm because it was getting so tight that my fingers couldn’t straighten and I couldn’t straighten my arm. I wanted to put it off, but it was so uncomfortable after a while and the doctors said it would damage my muscle growth if I didn’t do anything about it soon. So they used artificial skin and took skin from my left leg to do it. It was pretty major, and I was having certain procedures done that I hadn’t had done since the original burns accident. I was quite nervous going in, because I knew after the operation, I’d have new skin grafts and they’re very obvious. As my scars have improved and look better and less red than they used to, people stare less but I knew this little was going to affect my confidence again, because it was going to mean brand new scars which are very obvious. Also, this year I started to learn guitar. Like you, I’ll play four hours a day, or as long as I can until my fingers can’t take anymore (I want to be a musician too someday) It’s such a source of happiness for me. This meant I wouldn’t be able to play guitar for a month, which for me had become the thing that gave me all this happiness, and I couldn’t do it anymore.

The whole process of the operation was difficult, and I spent most nights for the first week in hospital lying awake. I could never sleep because the moment the pain faded enough for me to be able to sleep the nurses would come in to do more checkups on me. The whole time I lay awake at night I’d just listen to your music on repeat. It got me through all those sleepless nights, and it kept me going through that pain. One of the nights, I actually managed to sleep a little, and dreamt that you came in to visit me with homemade cookies and that you brought your guitar and we sang songs together (that was an amazing dream, and I thought I’d just share it with you for some reason).

Once I was out of hospital, despite not being able to play guitar, I wasn’t going to not play music, and the first thing I did when I got home was play Wildest Dreams one handed on the piano (I could still use my right hand). In fact, you became mostly all I played. Dear John, Back to December, Clean, Innocent, Invisible, Red, State Of Grace, Out Of The Woods, Untouchable, White Horse, The Moment I Knew. I even played All Too Well on this virtual guitar app (I used to love playing it on guitar before my operation) and played it right after my first operation in hospital (I had to sing quietly though because the rooms in hospital aren’t very soundproof!). My favourite one to play though, once my fingers on my left hand had healed so I could use both hands, was forever and always. I’d play that one over and over, and I still love to.

Then, a week after my second operation to take out the staples and stitches, I found out that even though the operation had worked on my fingers, on my arm the skin grafts had been rejected by my body and had failed. So I had to redo everything again. This was the second time we’d tried to fix my left arm (we’d done a different procedure two years ago), and to find out it hadn’t worked, it made me want to break down crying. All that pain for nothing. That was when you helped me the most Taylor, Your music, it helped me so much. You’d just put me in a good mood. You do this thing when you’re singing happy songs which I love, which is when I can hear the smile in your voice as you sing them. I remember loving that when I first listened to you when I was little and it’s something I still love about hearing you sing now. And even though I couldn’t see your smile, I could hear it, and it was contagious to me. I also made it a ritual to listen to Fearless before each surgery, because it made me feel just that. You made me feel fearless.

Then, as I was recovering, whenever I felt well enough I’d go back to playing your music on the piano, or when I felt too weak to do that and wasn’t asleep, I’d watch interviews with you or your music videos, because I knew no matter how bad I was feeling that day, you could make me feel better.

I know I have a lot of major operations to come, especially in my gap year where I have some pretty big ones lined up, which is in 3 years, but I’m not worried for it anymore. Because I know you’ll get me through, just like you did this one. You’ll be there through your music. And it’s so comforting knowing that.

If I never get to say it to you in person, thank you for being there for me when I needed it most.

Lots of love, forever and always,
Indie xoxox

(Btw that’s a photo of me and my fellow Swiftie and one of my best friends, Anna, I’m the one on the left)

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TAYLOR SWIFT'S LIFE STORY (IN LYRICS)

It’s a life story, baby, just say yes.

Genre-hopper Taylor Swift made the risky jump from country-pop artist to no-country-strings-attached pop star in 2014. But one important thing that’s remained the same since her innocent self-titled debut 10 years ago is what she does best—eerily relatable lyrics.

“If there are any moments of great joy or great pain in your life in which you have turned to any of my songs I consider that to be the highest compliment,” the 26-year-old megastar said during a tour stop last year.

Taylor Swift released her first album ten years ago today. To celebrate, Genius pored over every song in her decade-old catalog to assemble T. Swift’s life story in her own words, everything from her humble Pennsylvania upbringing on Taylor Swift and Fearless to the catchy middle-finger anthems on Red and 1989. So Swifties, let’s stroll down memory lane together.

CHAPTER I: NEVER GROW UP

I grew up in a pretty house—I had space to run. I have an excellent father, his strength is making me stronger. Daddy’s smart. God smiles on my little brother. Inside and out, he’s better than I am.

There is a video I found from back when I was three. It’s the age of princesses and pirate ships and The Seven Dwarfs. My momma set up a paint set in the kitchen and she’s talking to me. She’s the prettiest lady in the whole wide world.

I’m 13 now and don’t know how my friends could be so mean. I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys. And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away. And we talk and window shop ‘til I’ve forgotten all their names. I don’t know who I’m going to talk to now at school. I’m alone, on my own, and that’s all I know.

“I don’t know who I’m going to talk to now at school. I’m alone, on my own, and that’s all I know.”

At 14 there’s just so much you can’t do. You can’t wait to move out someday and call your own shots. Sit in class next to a redhead named Abigail—soon enough you’re best friends. Laughing at the other girls who think they’re so cool. We’ll be outta here as soon as we can. We’re young and reckless. It’ll leave you breathless, or with a nasty scar.

We cry tears of mascara in the bathroom. Honey, life is just a classroom. But I keep cruising. Can’t stop, won’t stop moving. It’s like I got this music in my mind, saying it’s gonna be alright. Maybe I’m just a girl on a mission, but I’m ready to fly. Keep your eyes open. Someday, I’ll be living in a big old city.

This was the very first page, not where the storyline ends.

CHAPTER II: LOVE STORY

We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts. Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things: Magic, madness, heaven, sin. ‘Cause all I know is we said “hello” and your eyes look like coming home. All I know is a simple name, everything has changed. All I know is you held the door. You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours.

Flash forward, and we’re taking on the world together. Very first date. He’s got a car. You come and pick me up, no headlights. Long drive. Could end in burning flames or paradise. I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car. He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on my heart. I look around, turn the radio down. He says, “Baby is something wrong?” I say, “Nothing, I was just thinking how we don’t have a song.” When you think Tim McGraw, I hope you think my favorite song. The one we danced to all night long. You lift my feet off the ground. You spin me around. You make me crazier, crazier. Feels like I’m falling and I am lost in your eyes.

Two headlights shine through the sleepless night. I will get you alone. I will follow you, follow you home. Up in your room and our slates are clean. Just twin fire signs, four blue eyes. You taught me about your past thinking your future was me. You pull me in and I’m a little more brave. It’s the first kiss. It’s flawless. Really something. It’s fearless.

Morning, his place, burnt toast, Sunday. You keep his shirt, he keeps his word. For once you let go of your fears and your ghosts. One step, not much but it said enough. You kiss on sidewalks, you fight, and you talk. One night he wakes, strange look on his face. Pauses, then says, “You’re my best friend.” And you knew what it was, he is in love. When you’re 15 and somebody tells you they love you, you’re going to believe them.

“You pull me in and I’m a little more brave. It’s the first kiss. It’s flawless. Really something. It’s fearless.”

Love’s a fragile little flame. It could burn out, it could burn out. Seems like there’s always someone who disapproves. They’ll judge it like they know about me and you, and the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do. The jury’s out, but my choice is you.

I like the way your hair falls in your face. I love each freckle on your face. You got the keys to me. Today was a fairytale. You were the prince. I used to be a damsel in distress. So baby drive slow ‘til we run out of road in this one-horse town. I wanna stay right here in this passenger’s seat. You put your eyes on me. Before you I only dated self-indulgent takers who took all of their problems out on me. But you carry my groceries and now I’m always laughing, and I love you because you have given me no choice.

He said, “Let’s get out of this town, drive out of this city, away from the crowds.” So it goes, he can’t keep his wild eyes on the road. The stakes are high, the water’s rough. But this love is ours. Come on, come on, little taste of heaven. You touch me once and it’s really something. You find I’m even better than you imagined I would be. I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you.

You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter. You are the best thing that’s ever been mine. You took the time to memorize me, my fears, my hopes, and dreams. I would like to hang out with you for my whole life. Because I love your handshake, meeting my father. He respects my space and never makes me wait and he calls exactly when he says he will. He’s close to my mother, talks business with my father. He’s charming and endearing, and I’m comfortable. I love you forever. But there’s so much time to figure out the rest of my life.

CHAPTER III: TEARDROPS ON MY GUITAR

Music starts playing like the end of a sad movie. There in the bathroom I try not to fall apart, and the sinking feeling starts as I say hopelessly, “He said he’d be here.” What do you say when tears are streaming down your face in front of everyone you know? And what do you do when the one who means the most to you is the one who didn’t show? You should’ve been here. I would’ve been so happy.

Stupid girl, I shoulda known, I shoulda known. That I’m not a princess, this ain’t a fairytale. I’m not the one you’ll sweep off her feet, lead her up the stairwell. This ain’t Hollywood, this is a small town. I was a dreamer before you went and let me down. Now it’s too late for you and your white horse to come around. Don’t you think I was too young to be messed with. The girl in the dress cried the whole way home. You never did give a damn thing, honey, but I cried, cried for you. And I know you wouldn’t have told nobody if I died, died for you. The more I think about it now, the less I know. All I know is that you drove us off the road.

We were built to fall apart, then fall back together. C’mon, c’mon don’t leave me like this. I thought I had you figured out. Can’t breathe whenever you’re gone. I still remember the look on your face, lit through the darkness at 1:58. The words that you whispered for just us to know. You told me you loved me, so why did you go away? Away.

This love is good, this love is bad. This love is alive back from the dead. These hands had to let it go free. And this love came back to me. Are we out of the woods yet? Come back, come back, come back to me like you would, you would if this was a movie. Stay, stay, stay. I’ve been loving you for quite some time, time, time. You think that it’s funny when I’m mad, mad, mad.

I lived in your chess game, but you changed the rules every day. Wonderin’ which version of you I might get on the phone, tonight. Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen? Hang up, give up, and for the life of us we can’t get back. How strange that I don’t know you at all. Stumbled through the long goodbye. I wish you would come back. Wish I never hung up the phone like I did. I wish you knew that I’ll never forget you as long as I live. I hear the sound of my own voice asking you to stay, and all we are is skin and bone trained to get along, forever going with the flow but you’re friction.

Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street, faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly. He’s complicated, he’s irrational. I never dreamed of this. Remember when you hit the brakes too soon? 20 stitches in a hospital room. When you started crying, baby, I did too. I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us. You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me. You have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like I’m nothing.

He’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar. The only one who’s got enough of me to break my heart. He’s the song in the car I keep singing, don’t know why I do. Losing him was blue like I’d never known. Missing him was dark grey, all alone. Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met, but loving him was red. And you’re doing your best to avoid me. I’m starting to think one day I’ll tell the story of us, of how I was losing my mind when I saw you here, but you held your pride like you should have held me.

“20 stitches in a hospital room. When you started crying, baby, I did too.”

Six months gone and I’m still reaching, even though I know you’re not there, I was playing back a thousand memories, baby. May these memories break our fall. The drought was the very worst, when the flowers that we’d grown together died of thirst. It was months and months of back-and-forth, you’re still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can’t wear anymore. I reached for you but you were gone. Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart? Time won’t fly; it’s like I’m paralyzed by it. I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it. After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own. Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone, but you keep my old scarf from that very first week ‘cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me.

Ten months sober, I must admit: Just because you’re clean don’t mean you don’t miss it. Ten months older, I won’t give in. Now that I’m clean, I’m never gonna risk it. The drought was the very worst, when the flowers that we’d grown together died of thirst.

You always knew how to push my buttons. You give me everything and nothing. This mad, mad love makes you come running to stand back where you stood. You smile that beautiful smile and all the girls in the front row scream your name. But you’re so confused ‘cause you don’t feel pretty, you just feel used, and all the young things line up to take your place. He said the way my blue eyes shined put those Georgia stars to shame that night. I said, “That’s a lie.” Just a boy in a Chevy truck that had a tendency of gettin’ stuck on backroads at night. My mind forgets to remind me you’re a bad idea. I’m no one special, just another wide-eyed girl who’s desperately in love with you.

Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there’s no right answer. Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong. Losing him was blue like I’d never known. Missing him was dark grey, all alone. Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met. But loving him was red. Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes.

I remember when we broke up, the first time, saying, “This is it, I’ve had enough,” ‘cause like we hadn’t seen each other in a month. When you said you needed space. What? Then you come around again and say, ‘Baby, I miss you and I swear I’m gonna change; trust me.’ Remember how that lasted for a day? I say, ‘I hate you,’ we break up, you call me, ‘I love you.’ Heartbreakers gonna break and the fakers gonna fake.

I heard you moved on, from whispers on the street. A new notch in your belt is all I’ll ever be. I just want to make sure you understand perfectly you’re the kind of man who makes me sad. While she waits up, you chase down the newest thing and take for granted what you have. I realize you love yourself more than you could ever love me, so go and tell your friends that I’m obsessive and crazy. Could’ve loved you all my life if you hadn’t left me waiting in the cold. And you’ve got your share of secrets, and I’m tired of being last to know. So take a look what you’ve done. Was she worth this? Remember when we couldn’t take the heat? I walked out and said I’m setting you free. ‘Cause the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind. You gave me roses and I left them there to die.

We made quite a mess, babe. It’s probably better off this way. And I confess, baby, in my dreams you’re touching my face and asking me if I’d want to try again with you. And I almost do. Hung my head as I lost the war, and the sky turned black like a perfect storm. Rain came pouring down when I was drowning, that’s when I could finally breathe, and by morning, gone was any trace of you, and I think I am finally clean.

CHAPTER IV: WE ARE NEVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER

Boys only want love if it’s torture. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya. I go on too many dates, but I can’t make them stay. At least that’s what people say. To the fella over there with the hella good hair. Won’t you come on over, baby. I can make the bad guys good for a weekend. Saw you there and thought, “Oh my God, look at that face. You look like my next mistake.” Love’s a game, want to play?

So it’s gonna be forever, or it’s gonna go down in flames. You can tell me when it’s over, if the high was worth the pain. Got a long list of ex-lovers, they’ll tell you I’m insane. ‘Cause you know I love the players and you love the game. You look like bad news, I gotta have you.

So tall and handsome as hell. He’s so bad, but he does it so well. I can see the end as it begins. He’s long gone, when he’s next to me, and I realize the blame is on me. He was long gone when he met me, and I realize the joke is on me. Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest? Made you run and hide like a scared little boy. This is the last time I’m asking you why. You break my heart in the blink of an eye. Maybe we got lost in translation. Maybe I asked for too much. But maybe this thing was a masterpiece. ‘Till you tore it all up. Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well.

It’s 2 am, in your car. Windows down, you pass my street, the memories start. You say it’s in the past. You drive straight ahead. You’re thinking that I hate you now. And the saddest fear comes creeping in: That you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything. And you call me up again just to break me like a promise. So casually cruel in the name of being honest.

“So tall and handsome as hell. He’s so bad, but he does it so well. I can see the end as it begins.”

People like you always want back the love they gave away, and people like me wanna believe you when you say you’ve changed. People like you always want back the love they pushed aside, but people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye.

You are an expert at sorry and keeping the lines blurry. Never impressed by me acing your tests. All the girls that you run dry have tired lifeless eyes. ‘Cause you burned them out. But I took your matches before fire could catch me. So don’t look now. I’m shining like fireworks over your sad empty town. As far as I’m concerned you’re just another picture to burn.

You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me, but we are never ever getting back together. Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did. Ha, time for a little revenge. I’m just sitting here planning my revenge. There’s nothing stopping me from going out with all of your best friends. There is nothing I do better than revenge, HA!

State the obvious, I didn’t get my perfect fantasy. You don’t know about me, but I bet you wanted to. Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we’re 22. Heartbreak is the national anthem. We sing it proudly. We’re too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet. Baby we’re the new romantics. I’m gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well. This is a big world, that was a small town, there in my rear view mirror disappearing now.

CHAPTER V: WELCOME TO NEW YORK

For the first time, what’s past is past. Left a small town and never looked back. Fearless.

Welcome to New York. It’s a new soundtrack. I can dance to this beat. Forevermore. The lights are so bright, but they never blind me. When we first dropped our bags on apartment floors, took our broken hearts, put them in a drawer. Here I am in my new apartment. It’s so much colder that I thought it would be. So I tuck myself in and turn my night light on.

“When we first dropped our bags on apartment floors, took our broken hearts, put them in a drawer.”

It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters. Spinning like a girl in a brand new dress. We had this big wide city all to ourselves. I’m walking fast through the traffic lights. Busy streets and busy lives, and all we know is touch and go. We are alone with our changing minds. We fall in love till it hurts or bleeds, or fades in time. We’re happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time. These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down. This revolution, the time will come for us to finally win, and we’ll sing hallelujah, we’ll sing hallelujah.

I was reminiscing just the other day, while having coffee all alone and Lord, it took me away, back to a first-glance feeling on New York time, back when you fit in my poems like a perfect rhyme. Every one of us has messed up, too. Lives change like the weather. I hope you remember, today is never too late to be brand new.

CHAPTER VI: BAD BLOOD

‘Cause, baby, I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me, and every day is like a battle. Ain’t it funny, rumors fly. Everybody’s waiting for you to breakdown. Everybody’s watching to see the fallout. The rumors are terrible and cruel but, honey, most of them are true.

Once upon a time, a few mistakes ago, I knew you were trouble when you walked in. And I know it’s long gone, and there was nothing else I could do. And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to. Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes. You say sorry just for show. You live like that, you live with ghosts.

“You say sorry just for show. Life is a tough crowd. 32, and still growing up now”

It’s okay, life is a tough crowd. 32, and still growing up now. Why you gotta be so mean? But you know you got a mean streak that makes me run for cover when you’re around. And here’s to you and your temper. Yes, I remember what you said, and I know that you see what you’re doing to me. Tell me why you switching sides. And your wildfire lies and your humiliation. You don’t have to call anymore. I won’t pick up the phone. This is the last straw. Don’t wanna hurt anymore.

I’ve been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down. It’s taken me this long but I’ve figured you out, and you’re thinking we’ll be fine again but not this time around. And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

EPILOGUE: BLANK SPACE

People throw rocks at things that shine. The haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake. I shake it off, I shake it off. Long live all the mountains we moved. I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you. One day, we will be remembered. Say you’ll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, red lips and rosy cheeks. The End.

Teardrops on My Guitar (Luke)

Throwing my bag on the floor I immediately threw myself on my bed and screamed into my pillow. The tears were threatening to spill over but I held them back as I looked up to the picture on my nightstand. The one of me and the guys after their first performance. I mainly looked at Luke next to me, smiling brightly into the camera, I had a smile that matched his, but for a completely different reason. I realized the perfect song that related to me right now and pulled up Taylor Swift on my phone. I let out a sigh and let the lyrics hit me like a ton of bricks. 

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won’t see
That I want and I’m needing everything that we should be
I’ll bet she’s beautiful, that girl he talks about,
And she’s got everything that I have to live without.

I sat at the lunch table I usually shared with the boys, but today Calum and Michael decided they didn’t need to be at school so it was just Luke and I. I wasn’t complaining though, anytime I got with Luke alone I treasured. After about 15 minutes of sitting alone, Luke finally shows up with a bright smile on his face. And even though I should be mad at him, I smile along with him because it is just so contagious. “Well look who finally decided to join me.” I joked, trying to fake being annoyed with him. “Sorry, I got caught up talking to Jenny.” “Who’s Jenny?” I asked, trying not to get too ahead of myself. “Jenny from History. I’ve told you about her. I got a major crush on her.” Luke said, not trying to hide the evident smile on his face. I felt my heart drop to my stomach. “Oh really?” I asked, putting on my best fake smile. “Yeah, oh my God she is so pretty. She has the greenest eyes I have ever seen. And her laugh is just so contagious.” Luke said, soon rambling facts about her. I couldn’t help but realize how perfect she sounded, and how much Luke liked her.

Drew talks to me, I laugh ‘cause it’s so damn funny
That I can’t even see anyone when he’s with me
He says he’s so in love, he’s finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he’s all I think about at night

I was hanging with the guys, minus Luke, at Ashton’s. The guys were suppose to have band practice, but Luke has yet to come back from his date with Jenny. After a half an hour, Luke finally comes in with the same smile he had on when I first learned about Jenny. “Hey! Loverboy is back! We can actually practice.” Calum shouted. “Sorry, the date went longer then I thought.” Ashton started wiggling his eyebrows at what could’ve made it late, and I cringed at that idea. “Not like that you perv.” Luke said, throwing a pillow at Ashton. I felt a little bit better, even laughing at the bickering Luke and Ashton were having. I stared at Luke as he changed the topic to talk about his date, not listening, but imagining how it would go if we went on a date. “(Y/N), Earth to (Y/N).” I blinked back into reality as I realized Mikey was trying to get my attention. Luke was still talking about his date but Michael wasn’t listening. “You okay? You seem out of it.” Michael asked. “I’m fine.” I lied. “Dude, you know what. I think I’m in love. I have never felt like this with anyone else.” I heard Luke say. “Dude shut up. You’ve been on one date.” Calum said. “No, like I think she could be the one.” Luke was very adamant about being in love. “Whatever dude. Let’s go practice.” Mikey said. The boys started practicing, and I wonder if he knows that I feel the same way he feels about Jenny.

Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can’t breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she’s lucky 'cause

I stood with Calum and Mikey at my locker before classes started. Usually Luke was with us, but he hadn’t shown up yet. We were laughing and joking like always, dreading school to start. “What up Luke.” Calum said, giving a little sup nod to Luke. Luke waved at us, but kept walking with Jenny to her locker that wasn’t far from mine. I held my breath as he kept walking, the most common thing to do, but he made it seem like he was somewhat floating through the hallway. “(Y/N), you’re drooling.” Calum joked. The guys have figured my little crush, but listened to my begging to not tell Luke. As the guys continued talking about Fifa, I watched as Jenny and Luke were hugging goodbye before walking separate ways, Jenny going to class and Luke coming to join our conversation. I looked down so it wasn’t obvious I was watching. “Hey Loverboy.” Michael joked. “Oh shut it.” Luke joked. 

'Cause he’s the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who’s got enough of me to break my heart
He’s the song in the car I keep singing, don’t know why I do
He’s the time taken up, but there’s never enough
And he’s all that I need to fall into.

“Hey (Y/N), long time no see. How’s it going?” Luke asked, catching up with me as I made my way to the parking lot. “Oh nothing much.” I replied, not being in the mood to try and act cheery around him. “Are you okay?” Luke asked, catching onto your mood. “Just not really feeling today.” I sighed out. “You know, Jenny likes to drink this mint tea when she’s feeling down. Maybe you could try it?” Luke asked. I know he was trying to be helpful, but to know he forgot that I actually hate mint tea almost made me break down there. Instead I pursed my lips and calmed my breathing. “Actually, I’m still not a fan of mint tea, but maybe I’ll try some kind of other tea. Maybe it’ll help.” I said, lying. The only thing that could help me now is Luke, just to have Luke pull me into a hug and say that he loved me, not Jenny. That’s what I needed. “Oh shit, I completely forgot that.” Luke slapped his forehead. “It’s okay, it’s better to know what your girlfriend likes. But there’s my mom, I should go. I’ll talk to you later Luke.” I said, waving him off as I made my way to the car. “Bye.” Luke sounded a little defeated. “Hi sweetie, how was your day?” Mom asked. I just shrugged and kept changing the radio station. “I’ll take that as bad.” Mom said, letting me be all moody. Plain White T’s 1,2,3,4 came on and I couldn’t help but sing along, thinking about how Luke will never understand how much I love him.

Now I sit here, listening to the end of Taylor’s song, the one that summed up everything that I’ve been dealing with the past two months. The tears were flowing down my face, but I didn’t care. I knew I was going to have to get over this, the fact that I am just Luke’s friend and nothing more. But for now, I’ll take it one step at a time. 


Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this. I recently resaw the music video for this and thought it would make a great little imagine. Like always, request is open.

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