A Swift Romance - Tayvis

The Tour

"I can't believe Taylor Swift is coming for a tour of our stadium, and YOU get to show her around," Patrick says excitedly.

The other guys and I eagerly await her arrival.

"She's just a regular person like us, guys. I mean a very hot regular person. And who knows, she could be full of herself and annoying."

"Please. It's Taylor Swift. She can be full of herself if she wants."

I jump at the sound of the locker room door opening, warning me she's finally arrived.

"Sorry..." she giggles, "the door is hefty. Slipped out of my hands, clearly, I'm not a buff football guy like all of you."

While the other guys laugh and banter with her, I can barely get anything out of my mouth. I want to tell her it's okay, I'll forgive her for anything, she's allowed to do whatever she wants... But I'm caught up in an intense stare.

Her walk, filled with poise and confidence, intrigues me. She walks like she has no idea how powerful she is.

She's nervous.

She glances around nervously and messes around with the necklace hanging from her neck.She has impressive, deep, shimmering blue eyes. They pop out against her dirty blonde, curly, perfect hair. They light up even more at the sight of the messy locker room surrounding her, making her look like a child again.

Her look is so effortlessly chic, yet it perfectly suits the laid-back vibe I imagine she embodies. She reminds me of someone who effortlessly pulls off that "just rolled out of bed but still looks amazing" style. It's a look that's surprisingly endearing and adds to her charm.

As she gets closer, I notice all the little features. Her hair falls effortlessly into place, framing her face like it was styled by the wind. Her smile is warm and genuine, with just a hint of mischief in her eyes. Her eyes, a beautiful shade of blue, seem to sparkle with intelligence and creativity.Her scent hits me once I stand up to greet her. A sweet hint of vanilla, raspberry, and white hibiscus.

It's not too overpowering, just strong enough to stand out when it needs to be the most.

"So..." I try to hide how nervous I am, shakily getting up to greet her, "Ready for your tour?"

"More than ready."

"Okay, so let's start with the field then." I start walking towards the grassy field, showing her where the magic happens.

"It's huge compared to on TV."

"Haha, right? When we have people visiting, they're always shocked about how big it actually is."

"It's still amazing, though." She walks over, looking at the empty stadium with sparkling blue eyes. When our breakfast cart, leftover from this morning's practice, catches her eye.

"Yes, you can have a muffin." She turns back, staring at me with her deep blue eyes and a smirk.

"How do you know I was gonna ask?"

"Let's just say I'm used to it..." I laugh as we walk to the training room.

We take a quick break after touring the field. We stop for some lunch before heading to the weight room, which is next on our list.

As we walked towards the weight room, Taylor questioned me, "So, how did you end up playing tight end for this team?" I smile, flattered that she's interested in getting to know me.

"Well, I've always been a huge football fan, and I played in high school and college. I was lucky enough to get picked up by this team after I graduated, and I've been playing tight end for them ever since."

"That's awesome," Taylor says, looking impressed. "You must be good if you made it to the pros."

"I like to think so," I reply modestly. "But I couldn't do it without the rest of the team. Football is a team sport; we have to work together to win."

We reach the weight room, and I show Taylor around, explaining some of our equipment and how it helps the players build strength and endurance. She's fascinated by everything and asks lots of questions. After the weight room, we headed to the locker room, where Taylor saw where the players got ready before the game. She marvels at the lockers' size and the gear each player has.

As we're leaving the locker room, Taylor turns to me and says, "This has been such an amazing experience. Thank you so much for showing me around." I smile, feeling a bit sad that our tour is ending.

"It was my pleasure. I'm glad you enjoyed it." We walk back out to the field, and Taylor takes one last look around.

"I can't wait for the concert here. It's going to be amazing."

"I'm sure it will be," I say, feeling a twinge of jealousy. "I wish I could go." Taylor laughs."Well, maybe you can come as my guest." I grin, feeling a surge of excitement.

"That would be incredible." 

As we say our goodbyes, I can't help but feel a bit starstruck. Taylor Swift is even more impressive in person than I could have imagined. And she wants me to come to her concert as her guest? I can hardly believe it.