Chapter 3

This Love

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.

This time, Peeta and I walk hand in hand through the doors to Tracker Jacker Stadium. A month after the Red Tour, Peeta moved into my apartment building. Now we live three doors apart from each other. We're here for Taylor Swift's 1989 Tour.

I laugh as Peeta sings Blank Space, and the girls crowding the building glare at him. "Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream." sings Peeta, putting his hand to his forehead dramatically.

"You're a terrible singer Peeta Mellark." I say.

Peeta looks at me, a fake look of hurt written all over his face. "You're a terrible girlfriend." I look away from him, and yank my hand out of his. He grabs my arm and pulls me to a stop. "Katniss, I was just teasing you."

I give him a quick kiss. "I know."

He breaths a sigh of relief. "Jerk." I smile and pull him the the merchandise stand. Peeta buys a Shake It Off shirt that says 'Haters Gonna Hate', and I buy a tank top that has '1989' written on it. We put the shirts on, go to our seats, where we find bracelets tapped to the chairs.

"What are these for?" I ask, as I pull the tape off, and put the bracelet on.

"They light up along with the music, it's part of the light show." Peeta explains as he puts his on.

"That's so cool," I say. Peeta stares at me for a moment. "What?"

"I love you so much, Katniss Everdeen."

I put my head on his shoulder. "I love you too, Peeta Mellark."

He smiles, but then starts to look nervous. "Katniss, I..." he trails off and looks at the stage.

"What?"

"I-" he gets cut off when the lights turn off, and Vance Joy comes out. "I'll tell you later." he finally says.

I nod, but can't help but wonder what he was going to say. Is he going to break up with me? I start to sweat. Peeta must notice the look on my face, because he takes my hand, and I calm down. It's probably nothing, I tell myself.

Later, we wait for Taylor in an awkward silence. "So, ah- what were you going to tell me?" I ask.

"Oh- I, ah- I don't remember." he says. Then the lights go off, and the music to 'Welcome To New York' starts, Taylor comes out.

"Welcome to New York... Welcome to New York... Welcome to New York! It's been waiting of you. Welcome to New York, welcome to New York." she sings. "Walking through a crowd the village a crowd the village is aglow. Kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats under coats. Everybody here wanted something more, searching for a sound we hadn't heard before. And it said Welcome to New York." I forget the tension between me and Peeta right now, and sing along.

After the concert, we walk back to the hotel together. He gets to the room door and stops to look at me, opens his mouth to speak, closes it, shakes his head, and opens the door.

I rush inside, and look at the floor, the carpet has a nice pattern on it, I think I'll stare at it for the rest of the night. But I don't. I look up at him, when I hear the door close. "I know what you were going to tell me," I say.

"You... do?" he asks, surprise in his voice.

I nod. "You want to break up with me."

"No." Peeta chuckles. "I was going to do the opposite of that, actually." The opposite? My eyebrows furrow together. Then Peeta gets down on one knee. I gasp, bringing my hand to cover my mouth, and Peeta pulls a ring out of his pocket. "Katniss, I had a speech prepared, but I'm so nervous right now, I can't remember what I was going to say." I smile. "But will you marry-"

"Yes." I say, cutting him off.

He laughs. "You don't even know what I was going to say!"

"What were you going to say?" I ask. "Will you marry... Finnick?... Haymitch?... Buttercup?" I laugh. "Who?"

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes." He puts the ring on my finger. "You shouldn't have been so nervous."

"I know. I'm sorry that I made you nervous too." he says. "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

"We should play Enchanted at the wedding." he grabs my braid.

"Really?" I ask. "Because I was thinking we could play Blank Space."

"'Cause I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream?" he ask hopefully.

"Yeah," I smile. "Something like that."

So this is the last chapter of this story... for now. I'll try to write another chapter for Taylor's next tour, but since I have no idea what her next tour will be like, I can't do that. But I hope you guys liked this story! I'd like to thank Sissybuddy for reviewing, and everybody who read my story. I have another story coming out in November about space Everlark, so look out for that if that interests you. Today is the one year anniversary of 1989! Tell me what you think in the reviews and, tell me what your favorite Taylor Swift song is.