IMAGINES | travis kelce + taylor swift (1)

3.1 | then you came in wearin' a football helmet

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requested | traylor13

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Taylor's face fell as she followed her boyfriend's movements from passing the twenty yard line with the ball cradled in his arms to the thirty yard line where it fell from him and onto the turf.

"Oh, Taylor. Looks like your man isn't manning the way he usually does," Brittany teased, nudging Taylor on the side.

She giggled a retort, but she wasn't fond of the situation or the joke. The entire night, Travis had been slipping up left and right. Surely, Taylor didn't expect the man to be perfect, and she knew he was going to fail from time to time, but Travis admitted to playing lousy, and tonight happened to be one of those nights.

In twenty degree weather, she hadn't expected any of the players to be spot on. Even Patrick wasn't at his best tonight, but watching the man who happens to be your man bail on the team, who usually carries it, was frustrating for Taylor.

"He's playing sloppy tonight," Donna called out to Brittany, who nodded in full agreement.

Donna watched Taylor study his every movement very closely, from one end of the field to the other. "You seem upset Tay, what's the matter, sweetheart?" Donna cautiously wondered, scooting inches towards Taylor.

Taylor adored Donna more than most people she had in life. Donna was like a second mother to her, really, and fully supported her relationship with Travis, so that made it a far stretch easier to discuss her thoughts and feelings when it came to their shared boy.

"I'm okay, really," Taylor assured. "I've just seen him play better is all."

"Well, that's for sure, we all have. He's just playing gross tonight, but don't let that get to you, okay? Enjoy your night, don't waste it on your boyfriend selfishly fumbling in professional football," Donna giggled.

Taylor reciprocated her request, taking advantage of living up to the best of it. She paid attention to Brittany and Selena, Donna, Ed and Scott than the game, more often than she did the game.

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After the game, Taylor stood a few feet from the team's locker room, patiently awaiting for Travis to pull her in. As much as the loss played with her mind, she had chose on moving on from it. There was no need to create tension between the two for the remaining couple of nights they had left together, a loss wasn't worth their loss too.

The metal door busted open with a number of broad football players, dressed in luxurious suits, erupted from behind and on the search for their families. Travis was the last man out with Patrick, his face brightening when he caught the sight of his girl waiting for him in such cold, soggy weather.

"Hey, love!" He exclaimed, disguising his shame with cheer.

Taylor smiled, reaching her arms around his neck. "Hi," she whispered. "I'm sorry about the loss tonight."

He shrugged, "The team sucked tonight."

"I thought that was more you than any of them," Taylor mumbled.