Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

Jason and Kylie P2

"Tay... are you pregnant?" Travis used his thumb to wipe a tear from my cheek.

"What...? Travis- no... why-" I started before he very quickly cut me off. Why on earth would I be pregnant?!

"I don't know- I'm sorry. Kylie just thought-... cause when she was pregnant-... it doesn't matter. Tell me what's going on." Travis demanded, but in a soft, comforting voice.

"It's stupid... let's just... go back out there." I said, wiping the tears from my face and trying to push past Travis, but I was immediately pulled back into his arms.

"No Tay, wait, c'mere." He said softly as he started to gently rub my back, "Whatever's going on isn't stupid, no matter what it is, if it's making you upset, it's not stupid."

"It is Travis." I insisted, sliding out of his grip and heading for the door, but once again being pulled pack into his arms.

"Stop trying to run away. Talk to me Taylor." Travis held me in front of him, not giving me another opportunity to leave.

I sighed in defeat, then looked up at Travis.

"I felt... a little guilty, after all the food I ate. That's all." I said, hoping I could get away with just saying that.

"What do you mean by guilty?" Travis questioned, lovingly. I had never seen someone seem like they genuinely care, so much.

"I mean-... I just-..." I couldn't seem to find any of the right words to describe how I was feeling, "I see pictures of myself. And sometimes I pick them apart a little too much and I end up going down a rabbit hole of criticising myself. And when that happens, sometimes I tend to, s-starve, a little bit- just stop eating. And usually that makes me feel a little better about myself." I frowned, slightly regretting what I had just admitted.

"Taylor..."

"And I accidentally did that today. On the plane, I couldn't stop myself. You were fast asleep and I was just scrolling and scrolling and- I don't know... I'm sorry." I finished my ramble, then took a deep breath, looking up at Travis.

"Dont apologise to me Taylor, you have nothing to be sorry about. If anyone should be apologising it should be me for not realising sooner that you were struggling." Travis frowned.

"No Trav... you've only known me for a few months, this is... something I dont usually share with people. You couldn't have known," I assured him, "plus, I'm okay. It's really not a huge deal. Like I said before, I'm an adult, I can just... get over it." I smiled at Travis, not wanting this conversation to go on any longer.

I know the truth is that I couldn't just 'get over it'. It had been ten years and I was still having bad days. This seemed like something I needed to deal with on my own though, I don't want to bombard Travis with my silly little eating habits. Especially not now, so early on in our relationship.

"Taylor, you know that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on, don't you?" Travis asked, concern covering his face.

"I-" I sniffled, not having anything to say.

"It absolutely breaks my heart to know that you don't see yourself the way I do. I wish you knew how infectious your smile is. And I wish you knew just hearing your voice everyday makes me the happiest man in the world. Now, I could go on and on listing every single thing I love about you, but if I did that we'd be here for hours, days even, actually- I think we'd be standing in my brothers bathroom for the rest of our lives."

I let out a small chuckle, the first real laugh in a while.

"Hey, there's that smile," Travis grinned, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, "I love you Taylor. And I know all of this is probably really difficult to talk about, so thank you for opening up to me."