The night was electric, a buzz of excitement pulsing through the air as the stadium filled with thousands of Taylor Swift fans. 

It was an iconic night—the Eras Tour had reached Los Angeles, and Naima was ecstatic.

She had been looking forward to this for weeks, especially since she managed to rope in not just Hardik Pandya—who had shockingly become a Swiftie after being introduced to her music during an India team bus ride—but also her very reluctant boyfriend, Shubman Gill.

Naima had gone all out for the night. She wore a sparkling, sleeveless silver top paired with high-waisted black leather pants, heeled boots, and dangly star-shaped earrings. 

Her hair was styled in loose curls, and she'd adorned her wrist with friendship bracelets she had painstakingly made with Hardik over FaceTime.

Hardik, ever the fashion icon, was wearing a black shirt with "All Too Well" lyrics printed on the back, a turquoise jacket, ripped jeans, and white sneakers. 

He had even topped it off with a pair of sunglasses and a cheeky smirk that said he was here for the vibes.

Then there was Shubman. He had reluctantly agreed to come, clearly out of his comfort zone, but Naima had managed to coax him into wearing a simple white T-shirt under a black leather jacket, paired with jeans and white sneakers. 

While he didn't scream "concert-ready," the jacket gave him an edgy look that had Naima biting her lip every time she glanced at him.

"What the fuck am I doing here?" Shubman muttered under his breath as they made their way into the stadium.

"Oh, stop whining, baby," Naima teased, tugging on his hand as she dragged him toward their seats. 

"You promised me you'd come, and now you're going to experience the magic of Taylor Swift. Besides, you look hot in that jacket."

Hardik smirked, walking beside them. "He's just scared he's going to enjoy it and become a Swiftie. Don't worry, Gill, it happened to me too. It's inevitable."

Shubman gave him a flat look. "You can keep your inevitability to yourself, Pandya."

"Oh, he's mad now," Naima teased, leaning up to press a quick kiss to Shubman's cheek. "Relax, my love. You're going to love it."

Hardik pretended to gag. "Ugh, you two are worse than a rom-com."

Naima stuck her tongue out at him. "Says the guy who cried to 'You're on Your Own, Kid' last week."

"I did not cry," Hardik shot back, his voice a little too defensive. "It was allergies."

"Sure, buddy," Naima said with a laugh, and even Shubman cracked a smile.

As the lights dimmed and the crowd roared, Naima's excitement was palpable. 

She was practically bouncing in her seat, her hand gripping Shubman's as the first chords of "Cruel Summer" blasted through the stadium. 

The energy was infectious, and even Shubman found himself tapping his foot to the beat.

By the time Taylor transitioned into "The Archer", Naima was fully immersed, singing along at the top of her lungs. 

Hardik had joined in too, albeit slightly off-key, while Shubman leaned back in his seat, watching Naima with a soft smile on his face.

"You're staring," Naima said, leaning toward him during a break between songs.

"You're beautiful," he replied simply, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

Her cheeks flushed, and she squeezed his hand. "I'm glad you're here."

"Me too," he admitted, surprising even himself.

During "You Belong with Me", Hardik suddenly pulled out a handful of friendship bracelets he'd been hiding in his pocket. 

"Alright, time to make it official," he announced, shoving a neon green bracelet at Shubman.

"What the hell is this?" Shubman asked, holding it like it was a foreign object.

"A friendship bracelet, obviously," Hardik said, snapping it onto Shubman's wrist. "Welcome to the Swiftie club."

"I didn't sign up for this—"

"Oh, shut up and wear it," Naima said, laughing as she added a rainbow-coloured bracelet to his other wrist. 

"You're part of the team now."

Shubman sighed but didn't protest further, the corners of his mouth twitching upward despite himself.

As the concert neared its end and Taylor sang "All Too Well (10-Minute Version)", Naima leaned her head on Shubman's shoulder, her voice soft as she sang along. 

Hardik was swaying dramatically beside them, his arms in the air, clearly feeling every lyric.

"This isn't so bad," Shubman admitted quietly.

Naima smiled up at him. "I told you."

When the concert ended and the three of them made their way out of the stadium, Naima couldn't help but feel a little giddy. 

It had been a perfect night—filled with music, laughter, and love. As they stepped out into the cool LA air, she wrapped her arm around Shubman's waist and whispered, "Thank you for coming with me."

"Anything for you, starshine," he replied, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Hardik groaned from beside them. "If I have to hear another one of your mushy nicknames, I'm going to puke."

"Shut up, Pandya," Naima said, flipping him off playfully. "You cried tonight. You're not allowed to judge us."

Shubman chuckled, pulling Naima closer. "Let's go home, troublemaker."

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OKAY SO I CAN DIE HAPPY BECAUSE I SAW MOTHER LIVE ALONG WITH HARRY @hardikpandya and also we had pulled along Shubi @shubmangill who tagged along reluctantly, but deffo got addicted to Taylor Swift, cause me and harry saw him tear up during Long Live
( Taylor's version )

AND ALSO OMG THE FANS WERE THE CUTEST

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