Everything Has Changed

Midnight in Paris

"Yes you can. Do it with me. In and Out, In and Out." Taylor mimicked Travis' breathing as she slowly calmed herself down, back to her semi regular self. " Well done. Now, tell me. What happened? You were so excited to go out just now. What changed all of a sudden?"

"The car." Taylor replied, leaving Travis slightly puzzled.

"The car? What about the car?" Travis asked as he felt Taylor pull away from him.

"You'll think it's stupid." She said, getting up off of the sofa to face one of the large floor to ceiling windows in their living room.

"I won't!" Travis replied, jumping up from his spot on the couch to stand beside her.

"Yes you will. He did." Taylor sighed.

"Well I am not him Taylor. And one day you will begin to realise that I am not Joe and I am not what he did to you. I love you and I want you to tell me what's made you so upset."

"Ok." She sighed turning to look up at him. "I don't like driving in Paris. I never have. It makes me so anxious after watching what happened to Princess Diana. I was only 6 and a half at the time but I still knew what happened. And as I have gotten older and more in the public eye, of course comes hate. And I am scared Trav!" He could hear her voice shaking with every syllable but he dared not interrupt her. She was doing so well. "I know I am not a princess, or anyone special. But people out there do hate me. They've told me to my face, some don't have the cuts and so just hide behind a laptop or phone screen. But some have even broken into my apartments and house, with knives and guns. it was the whole and only reason why I loved living in London. It was never like that. And I am just scared that here is where they will pull the final straw. The breaks will go and that will be it for us. And I can't bear the thought of your last moments being that. With me. I deserve to go Trav, I asked for this but you didn't. And I don't want to put you in the position. So I don't want to go in the car. I'm sorry Trav."

The mentality and reasoning behind it didn't sadly shock him. But it saddened him. Most of the things that brought her joy, also brought her terror. And it made him so angry and upset that the one thing she loved more than life itself was music, and that was the one thing making her unhappy at that moment in time.

"Tay I am so so sorry. I didn't know it affected you like that. We won't take the car today ok? Why don't we just walk, or talk the metro if we need to go far."

Taylor breathed a sigh of relief. "Ok. But what about bikes?"

"Taylor, I will fall in the Seine if you get me on a bike. Trust me, or ask Jason: me and bikes don't get on."

Taylor laughed at this, grabbing her bag and walking behind Travis out of their apartment. She grabbed out her phone on the way out of the building, writing a quick text message to a certain someone, asking for the juicy details of a certain story that she could already tell was going to be hilarious.

Taylor: I hear that Travis isn't the best of friends with good old trusty Mr Bike. Care to explain the story behind this fall out at all?

Jason: I would be happy to!

Taylor read over the quick cliff notes summary of the story that Jason had sent her and she couldn't stop cackling the whole way done the street. She almost choked on the croissant that she had just purchased from the bakery Abigail recommended. To cut a long story short, Travis got chased by their neighbours dog who apparently got spooked by bikes and ended up in a hedge that happened to be a holly bush. Travis needed up having to take a trip with his mom Donna to the ER to get a cast on his broken wrist and stitches on his head where the bush had cut into his eyebrow. Now Taylor knew where that small little scar he had tight on his eyebrow came from.