Grayson didn’t care for music. He found it a waste of time that could be spent working or… well, he didn’t do much else. Work. Work. Work.

The only thing he’d make time for was you, his girlfriend. And so, he could hardly refuse when you asked him for anything. But this, this was… something.

As Taylòr Swift’s Eras Tour made a stop in Texas, you’d made Grayson come with you, despite his protests.

From Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince to Karma, he’d enjoyed it much more than he’d expected, or liked to admit.

It was around midnight after the concert and the two of you had just arrived back at Hawthorne House. You’d been chatting animatedly about the concert, how you’d got Wonderland and You’re Not Sorry as your surprise songs. Two of your all time favourite songs. He found it kind of adorable how you were so passionate about it. But he would never admit that, of course.

When you got back to his room, you slid the numerous friendship bracelets you’d collected off your arms and onto his extremely neat desk. Messing it up substantially, he might add. But it was a sign of how much he loved you that he didn’t seem to mind.

“So,” he says, unbuttoning his suit jacket (yes, he wore a suit to The Eras Tour). “You enjoyed that, sweetheart?”