Catching Kelce

Thinking about you

Malibu
Dua

As the plane descended towards California my heart raced with anticipation and dread. The moment I turned on my phone, it lit up like a Christmas tree, with notifications that I knew spelled trouble. My stomach churned as I braced myself for the inevitable.

Travis....His name glared at me from the screen, a stark reminder of the pain I had caused. I knew going out with Harry was too much especially with how fragile we are right now. With trembling fingers, I dialed his number, desperate to explain, to apologize, to beg for another chance. But my hopes were dashed when his voicemail picked up, he responded with a quick cold and distant text that we shouldn't talk anymore.

The weight of his words bore down on me like a ton of bricks.

But the pain only deepened as I scrolled through the notifications, my heart sinking with each new headline that greeted me. There it was, in bold letters, the damning evidence of my betrayal: "Dua Lipa Spotted Kissing Harry Styles Outside His London Home."

Tears blurred my vision as I read the words, the guilt and shame washing over me in relentless waves. I had lost Travis, lost the one person who had meant everything to me, and now I was faced with the stark reality of my actions.

As the plane stopped and the engines wound down, I felt utterly lost and alone. Travis was slipping through my fingers, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

But even as despair threatened to consume me, a glimmer of determination flickered to life within me. I refused to let this be the end of us. I would fight for Travis, fight for our love, with every fiber of my being.

As I stepped off the plane and headed towards the car waiting for me. I knew that the journey ahead would be long and difficult. But I refused to give up hope. Somewhere out there, amidst the wreckage of our broken hearts, I believed that there was still a chance for us to find our way back to each other.

Timeskip

As I stepped into my house, weary from the journey and weighed down by the burden of guilt, I was met with an unexpected sight. There, on the table in the foyer, sat a collection of beautifully arranged bouquets, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere that hung in the air.

My heart skipped a beat as I approached the flowers, a lump forming in my throat as I noticed the handwritten notes tucked amidst the blooms. With trembling hands, I reached out and picked up the first note, the words blurred by tears before me.

"Dua, I miss you more than words can say. Please come back to me. Love, Travis."

Each note bore a similar message, each word a testament to the depth of Travis's love and the pain of his absence. With each bouquet, my resolve wavered, the weight of my actions pressing down on me like a crushing weight.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sank to the floor, the weight of my emotions too heavy to bear. How could I have been so blind, so foolish, to let Travis slip through my fingers like this? How could I have hurt him so deeply, when all he had ever done was love me with every fiber of his being?

As I clutched the notes to my chest, their words burning into my soul, I felt the full force of my regret wash over me in waves. Travis deserved better than this, deserved better than a love that wavered and faltered in the face of temptation.

With a heavy heart, I buried my face in my hands, the sobs wracking my body as I let go of the last shreds of my pride. Travis had laid bare his heart for me, had offered me his love and forgiveness on a silver platter, and I had cast it aside like it meant nothing.

But even amidst the darkness of my despair, a small glimmer of hope flickered to life within me. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn't too late to make things right, to beg for Travis's forgiveness and pray that he would find it in his heart to take me back.

With that thought to guide me, I wiped away my tears and rose to my feet, determined to do whatever it took to win back the love of the man who had captured my heart like no one else ever could.