IMAGINES | travis kelce + taylor swift (1)

21.1 | harry styles.

21.1 | harry styles.

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[TAYLOR]

"Ready to go in, love?" Travis asks me, gently intertwining his fingers with mine.

I turn my head to the window, dreading the cluster of photographers and news reporters surrounding our vehicle. I gulp, returning my attention to Travis. "Yeah," I croak, "let's go."

A sympathetic grin stretches across his face. "You'll be alright, love. I've got you. Nothing's going to happen to you." I was used to paparazzi and the never-ending commotion of arrogant people at award shows, but I haven't been to such a social event in years, so this was overwhelming.

He pushes the car door wide open, hopping out of it. Tree, my publicist, and our two security guards, Shawn and Matt, follow behind him. He hurries to my side of the car, revealing the abdominating screams the men and woman thrived on. Travis reaches in, clutching tightly onto my hand, but gently. My door is not even on the curb yet, and lights begin to flash. Travis guides me through the crowd, repeating, "Ignore it. I've got you."

I'm relieved when the only light I'm met with is the connection to the lobby. I spot Selena and her boyfriend, Benny right away. "Selie!" I excitedly shriek, sprinting to her with arms out wide. We embrace tightly, and Travis and Benny first bump each other. We stand around in a circle chatting to each other for nearly twenty minutes before departing to our seats. We find Jessica and Justin and excite ourselves near them.

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[TRAVIS]

"Where are you going, baby?" I ask Taylor as she abruptly stands from her chair. I grasp onto her wrist, something I do when she makes a quick jerk. My eyes glide up to her. She's looking around. Looking at a dude.

"I'm gonna go say hi to Harry," she says. Her eyes fall to me, the over to her left. She waves at the man. "I'll be back in a few."

Before I have any time to interject, she's gone. I curse underneath my breath, rolling my eyes. I hadn't even seen where they'd an off to, and that was not a feeling I enjoyed. I knew who Harry was, but who the fuck was he? Or, who the fuck did he think he was? Definitely not someone who was about to mess around with my girl, I hope. She was all too giddy to see him, to be with him, and I didn't like if.

"Trav," Justin snaps, knocking me out of the whirlwind of unnecessary thoughts. "You a'right, man?" He nudges my bicep, chuckling a little.

"Fine," I grumble. I clear my throat, "Just fine. Tired," I lie.

He raises an eyebrow, smirking at me. "Alright, brotha. Whatever you say."

I hear a rupture of familiar giggles behind me, and I rotate myself around immediately. He's telling her something, and she's cracking up. Literally, she's folding. I might kill him, I don't know. I jump from my seat, starting over at them. I'm pretty sure Justin called something out to be, but I don't care.

I strut up to Taylor. I step in between them, cupping her face in my hands, then I lean in to kiss her. Hard. Passionately. For a moment, I forget we're in a public. There are cameras everywhere and when I wake up tomorrow, that'll be all over the internet.

Taylor is pushing away from me. "Travis," she growls. "The fuck is your problem, big guy?"

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