Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

miss americana and the football prince

January 27th, 2024

Taylor's POV

"Here's your keycard." My security came back from the front desk and handed me the little plastic strip. "The whole floor is players from the team, so if you feel safe we're just going to watch who comes in and out of the floor. Call us if you need anything."

"Great, thank you." I tucked the card into my pocket and reached down to pick up my duffel bag and sling it over my shoulder.

"Do you need any help with your bags?"

"I'm good, you guys should go relax. Get a drink or something to eat, on me okay." I told him, and he smiled.

"Thank you, Miss Swift."

I watched as he walked away, back to where the other few members of my security team were waiting. Then I grabbed the handle of my suitcase, wheeling it over to the elevator and hitting the button for the top floor. When I got there, I walked all the way down to the furthest room and scanned my card to get in. The whole floor was silent and empty, as was the room, since the team didn't get in for a little while. I was early. I placed my suitcase and my duffel bag on the bed, unzipping the bag and taking out the container of chai cookies I'd baked yesterday. Every game I went to, I always brought something along for the guys when they landed, and they appreciated it every time.

Taking the container with me, I left the room and went down to the communal living room for the entire floor, where they had a small kitchen off to the side. My brown, long knit dress brushed my legs above my ankle boots as I moved around the kitchen, setting the cookies out on multiple plates and putting them on the table. I hummed to myself as I moved, and then lifted my head as I realized that the melody coming from my lips was new.

I searched the drawers of the kitchen until I found a hotel pad of paper and a pen before leaning over the small marble bench that looked out onto the living room. Starting a voice note, I hummed the tune again and started jotting down little scraps of lyrics as they came to me. I was having a hard time coming up with any new music since I was so focused on the re-recording sessions and keeping up with Travis, so this was really good. Words blossomed from the tip of my pen, overlapping and twisting back on each other. It wouldn't make sense to anyone else, but visually writing the words out in the way I wanted the song to sound worked for me.

After about twenty minutes bent over the counter working, I heard the elevator ding and the sound of many voices fill the hallway outside. I lifted my head just as the first people came into view, moving through into the room. 

"Hey, look who beat us here!" Trent waved at me as he came through the door, a suitcase rolling behind him. The whole team poured into the room, greeting me warmly as I pointed them over to the plates of cookies.

"I think we may have to appoint you as our favorite Kansas City Princess." Patrick ruffled my hair as he passed and I swatted at him, laughing.

"She's my princess." Travis pushed through the guys and found me, scooping me up into his arms and off the ground. "Hey baby."

"Hey handsome." I smiled. "How was the flight?"

"Uninteresting." He shrugged, and a couple guys laughed.

"Yeah right." Chris nudged him and then put on a terrible Travis impersonation. "Oh, do you think Taylor will be there already? I miss Taylor. I miss her so much even though it's only been a few days..." Travis shoved him away as I giggled, pressing my face into his shirt as my cheeks flushed a little. They teased us a lot, but they meant well.

"Come on." I whispered to him, grabbing his bag that he'd dropped to embrace me. A whistle came from the group as I took Travis' hand, leading him towards the door.