Travis' POV
"Whatcha looking at there, Travis?" My friend Pat looks at me.
"Nothin," I look at him blushing, I'm at the eras tour with him and his wife, Brittany.
"Doesn't she have a husband or something?" I asked, I already knew the answer but didn't want to show them I did.
"She had a boyfriend of 6 years but they broke up early this year." Brittany answered. The show didn't start for 1 more hour, and I had something I had to give to Taylor.
"I'm gonna go to the restroom, I'll be back." I started getting out of my seat.
"Sure," Pat joked.
I walked out of the box, going over to security, "Hello sir, my names Travis Kelce, tight end of the Chiefs?"
"Dang sir, I'm a big fan, what can I do for you?" The security guard asked.
"Yeah," I said pulling out the friendship bracelet with my number on it, "I was wondering if I could give this to Taylor?" I said, my hands fidgeting.
"Haha," The security guard laughed, "Oh, You're serious?"
"Uhm, yeah," I asked, confused.
"Sorry, I can't let you back there." He refused.
"Why?" My heart started beating fast, worried I would never get to shoot my shot with Taylor.
"It's safety concerns, not saying that you would ever do anything, it just goes out to anyone not of immediate family." Well, he won't be saying that to me soon, I thought.
"Oh, okay." I walked back to Pat and Britt, them looking at me with suspense.
"What took you so long? Tryna give your girlfriend something?" Yes, he did know about the bracelet, He's my bestfriend, what do you expect?
"No? Okay fine, yes, but the security guard wouldn't let me through."
"Damn man, sorry about that." He said, patting me on the back.
I've loved Taylor's songs since debut, always having a crush on her, I mean, who wouldn't? But we had both recently gotten out of long relationships, so I didn't even know if she was dating again after Ratty, sorry, I mean Matty Healy.
"3, 2, 1, AHHHHHHH" The crowd screamed. My heart started beating when she came out on stage. Gosh, she was so damn beautiful.
The show was amazing, and I was sad to leave, but I had to. Never getting to give the bracelet to Taylor.
A Few Days Later...
"Speaking of Taylor Swift, You went to the Taylor Swift concert the other day, right?" My brother Jason reveals on our podcast, New Heights Show.
"Yeah, It was wild, a wild show," I knew what he was doing, "If you're up on Taylor Swift concerts, there are friendship bracelets, and I received a bunch of them being there, but I wanted to give Taylor Swift one with my number on it,"
"Your jersey number? As in 87? Or your phone number" He asked.
"You know which one," I smirked. "I was disappointed that she doesn't talk before or after her shows because she has to save her voice for the 44 songs that she sings, she doesn't meet anybody—or at least she didn't want to meet me, so I took it personal," That's right, I did take it personally, but there was something in my gut. Something weird.
sorry this chapter is REALLY short but next one will be longer I promiseee
