Playing The Field

Chapter 7

Taylor Swift 

This was new for me. But I loved it. Freedom that is. Sure I had cameras pointing at me the entire game and people asking me to take photos with them but this was different. I wasn't hiding anymore. I wasn't put in the dark. I could be seen and I was okay with that. More than okay. I felt wanted, and valued.

The game was amazing, and Travis was amazing. I couldn't take my eyes off of him and he couldn't take his eyes off of me. When we looked at each other it's like the whole stadium faded away. It was just us.

Nerves bubbled in my stomach when the game finished. Good nerves, butterflies. I was excited to see Travis but I knew that us being together would cause an outburst from the press. I didn't want him to turn away from me because I came with too much attention. I know I have gotten used to it but it's hard for someone to come into my life and adapt to it.

Waiting for Travis to come out of the dressing room filled me with anticipation. When he stepped out my chest lifted and a smile grew on my face. Just as he said, he was my human easter egg today. He wore a blue suit that he sent me a link to before the game. It was called the "1989 bedroom set". I told him it was perfect. My fans would love this.

"Hey," he says, walking towards me with a smile. He leans down when he reaches me and kisses me on the cheek briefly.

"Hey," I say cheerfully "Great game. Did you score that touchdown for me?" I giggle at him.

"Of course, Darling," he says holding both my hands and swaying slightly. "Do you want to go now?"

"Yes, let's go" I tell him, looking up at him and smiling. Right now he is towering over me in his blue suit and all I want to do is kiss him but they're are too many people around.

We start walking down the hallway and I can tell that Travis is nervous by the amount of people around. Or hands brushed about 50 times in the brief walk down the hallway to Travis' car and each time my heart rushed into my throat wondering if he would grab my hand and show everyone we were together.

My eyes take in his red convertible as we walk up to it. I think Travis is still worried about people seeing us so he's still not holding my hand. I know I set boundaries and talked to him about how I don't want to give too much to the press, but all I've wanted him to do is hold my hand all night and then kiss me whenever he wanted to. But he can't. Because my stupid publicist made me set up stupid rules so that magazines dont have stupid headlines that could risk me my stupid job. You can tell that I'm a bit pent up but can you blame me? After you kiss Travis Kelce you don't just forget about that.

Travis opens the car door for me and my heart swoons. After years of driving around in blacked-out SUV's this is very new to me but I can't help but be excited. Getting in the car I sink into the comfortable seat. Being around Travis makes me feel safe and sound. I can't stop smiling around him.

"Excited to drive away in the getaway car?" He asks, laughing to himself and he quickly runs around the car. I love that he knows about my career, albums and songs.

I laugh at his joke, covering my face and throwing my head back like a little kid.

The engine purrs to life, and Travis leans one arm against the side of the car and takes my hand with the other, finally. The touch sends shivers down my spine, and I can't help but smile. We pull out of the stadium, leaving the cheers and the cameras behind, and it feels like we're in our own little world.

We continue driving, hand in hand, talking and laughing about our favourite songs and memories. It's a feeling of freedom and happiness that I've longed for, and I know I've found something special in Travis.

As we drive into the night, the city lights shining around us, I realise that I don't need to hide anymore. I don't need to worry about the paparazzi or the headlines. What matters is that I've found someone who makes me feel alive, someone who makes me feel wanted and valued.

Travis told me that he rented out a rooftop restaurant for the team's after-party. I was excited to get to know the people in his life. When we get there I quickly change into a denim dress, loving the way its hugs my body and brings out my blue eyes. Travis waits outside the room for me while I change and when I come out he outstreches his hand for me to take.

"You look amazing he says" walking us away from the room. I blush at his compliment.

"Thank you for saying that. So do you" I reply.

We walk out into the main part of the restaurant, towards the bar. Along the way, Travis introduced me to his friends and teammates. I notice that his being comfortable around them makes him more comfortable with me so he slides one of his arms around my waist and pulls my hips towards him. We fit together perfectly, each crevice and curve of our bodies lining up and slotting together like a puzzle piece.

I order myself a drink and Travis slides a note across the bar. Before the bartender can take it I snatch it back and press it into Travis's chest. Surprised, he takes the note into his hand and looks down at it a bit taken back. Reaching into my Louis Vitton purse, I grab some money and pay the bartender.

"You didn't have to try and do that," I tell Travis "You rented this whole place, the least I could do is pay for my own drink" I explain, pressing one of my palms flat against his chest and leaning in towards him. Usually, when I get tired I get cuddly. Mix that with the drinks I had at the game and all I want to do is curl into Travis's big arms and take a nap. He places his chin on top of my head, resting for a second before kissing my hair.

"My Mama told me I have to be a gentleman to you," He tells me. I laugh against his chest and he brushes his fingers against my back. "Come on, let's go meet some people."

We spend most of the night moving around the room, talking to everyone and stealing small touches whenever we can. When we were sitting at the bar talking to one of the managers of the team, Travis sat down on one of the barstools. Suddenly, Travis pulls me down onto his lap and my arm swings around his neck to keep myself stable. My fingers brush his neck and his arm around my waist tightens. I've had about 3 more drinks tonight and drunk Taylor has come out to play. I lean into Travis, my mouth an inch away from his ear.

"Do you want to get out of here?"