Sweat drips down the side of his face, his hair flying as he moves. He left the “hawk” in its natural state again tonight, and it’s working for him. It’s getting longer, and when it’s not sticking straight up, it falls over his forehead in that sexy way that makes my fingers itch to yank on it.
Mine and every other girl in this place.
He walks to the front of the stage, reaching his hand out as he sings. The girls on the barricade go crazy, stretching their arms as far as they can, hoping to touch him, but ofcourse, they can’t. I roll my eyes, but I get it. Everyone wants a piece of him.
His head turns sideways, and his eyes find mine.
I straighten, tempted to glance behind me to see who he’s looking at, but it’s me. He walks closer, not off the stage, but enough that I can see his eyes more clearly. His chin lifts, grinning, and I’m forced to bite my lip.
Then the lyrics invade my ears and take my breath away.
Pick me apart, put me together
Still, I won't be any better
Without you, there’s only half me
Just wait and see
I’ll shatter your glass house, break your walls
Piece by piece
You’ll come back around
This time, I won’t let you down
Just wait and see
Without you, there’s only half me
My heart thunders,my ears are ringing, and I stand completely still. Too afraid to move or breathe and break this feeling filtering through me.
Travis’s gaze doesn’t waver from mine. My eyes burn, but I refuse to blink. I don’t want to miss anything.
You can fight it
But there’d be no use
Which one of us will lose?
I can go another round
This time, I won’t let you down
Wait and see
It’ll be me
A small smile curves his lips. He walks backward, toward center stage, not breaking eye contact for a second as he finishes the song. He’s a blurry mess as tears fight to escape.
Is he serenading me in front of thousands of people and his bandmates?
Shit, his bandmates.
I scan the stage, checking to see if any of the others are staring at me, too. Thankfully, they’re not. They’re lost in their own worlds as they play. I let out a breath. I’ve heard those lyrics before. I watch them rehearse, but hearing them like this has my heart fluttering. Fear gnaws at the back of my mind, but I do my best to shove it away. I want to enjoy this moment.
The rest of the set, he’s his normal, cocky self. Playing for the crowd and riling up the girls in front. Saying flirty things to them between songs. I don’t mind it. It’s who he is, and it’s what attracted me to him the very first time I saw him perform. And I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
