Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

the morning after

Taylor's POV

A thumping headache woke me before my body was ready, and I groaned as I blinked my eyes open, very aware of how many things I was feeling at once. My mouth was so dry, my body sluggish, and my skin burned. I blinked a few times before I fully woke up and lifted my head, peering around at the sunlight streaming in through a window. We obviously hadn't closed the curtains before falling into bed, and I blinked in the brightness. 

I didn't remember much about the previous night. I remembered the Chiefs winning the Superbowl, and then all the celebrations on the field afterwards. We'd gone to a club and I remembered dancing with Travis, a lot. I remembered kissing him, I remembered his arms around me, and I remembered the frantic way we'd torn each other's clothes off as we stumbled back into our hotel room. I didn't even think we'd made it to the bed the first time. Glancing down, I saw that I was totally naked, and there were hickies speckled all over my chest. There was probably some all up my neck as well, but I'd have to find a mirror to check. Rubbing my eyes, I looked over to see Travis passed out next to me, lying on his stomach with his head turned towards me. He breathed heavily, obviously not waking up anytime soon.

Flopping down onto my back, I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. My body was shattered from all the Tokyo shows and the jetlag, and dancing around until the early hours of the morning in a club in heels probably hadn't made my recovery any easier. I ached in so many places, the most notable one being right between my legs. I didn't remember a whole lot about what we'd done after getting back to the hotel, but it was easy to guess. And I'd bet my next album that there'd be clothes and other items scattered everywhere through the hotel room in the wake of how we'd come back last night.

I lay there for a while before I really had to pee, so I got up, moving slowly. Stretching out my sore arms, I looked around in search of a shirt. Unable to locate one of mine, I stumbled over to Travis' open suitcase and pulled out the first one I found; a long sleeved white button up. Tugging it on, I did up one of the buttons just above my stomach and rolled the sleeves up to my elbows before heading off to the bathroom. 

Once I'd used the bathroom, I tugged my hair down out of its ponytail and undid the little braids that had survived the night. Letting my hair down, I fluffed it out and then decided to tame it later. I couldn't be bothered with it at the moment. 

I moved quietly through the hotel room, not wanting to wake Travis. He'd be shattered after the game and all the partying, and I didn't want to wake him up before he was ready. The team had a lot of celebrating to do in the next week, and he needed as much rest as he could get. I tiptoed around the tiny kitchen, putting a pod in the coffee machine and searching for some painkillers. Once I'd downed a glass of water and the pills, I leaned against the counter and scrolled through my phone while I waited for the coffee to brew.

Videos and photos of Travis and I had completely blown up the internet, more than I'd ever seen before. I hadn't realized just how many people had been pointing cameras at the whole night; there was a lot of angles and different moments from inside that club. It was a little weird to see some of our private moments blasted all over social media, but I was used to being scrutinized. Anger curled in my stomach when I scrolled through and saw all the comments of people accusing us of faking our relationship, saying that we waited until there was a camera pointed our way to act affectionate. God, I hated that people thought that. I just wanted to love him without judgement.

Closing all the social media apps so I didn't have to see the backlash I was getting for showing up to my boyfriends football game, I opened my texts and swiped through them. Once I decided there was nothing I had to reply too straight away, I turned off my phone and rested my head in my hands. Staring at the screen made my headache even worse.