Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

bend over princess

Travis' POV

My phone buzzed once in my pocket as I reached over to pay for this round of drinks, and I pulled it out as the bartender ran my card. The place we'd chosen was fairly busy but not crowded, but there had still been a lot of people coming up to ask and asking for pictures or signatures when they recognized us. Mostly Patrick, but the rest of us had still been involved too. Peering down at my phone, I scrolled down from my notifications to see a new text.

Unknown number: Was your podcast an attempt at getting my attention when the bracelet idea fell through?

"What the fuck?" I muttered to myself, glancing up as the bartender started placing drinks down in front of me to take back to the group.

"Whoa, what's this? You know it's no phones at the bar!" Patrick clapped me on the back, startling me. I showed him my phone and he leaned down to read the text before glancing up at me. "No way that's her dude, it's just someone playing a prank on you."

"But what if it is?" I shouted in his ear, and he shrugged, picking up some of the full glasses in front of us.

"Then make sure you lock that pussy down before one of the other guys beats you to it, because someone will." He suggested, and I rolled my eyes at him as he left. Glancing back down at my phone, I typed out a response. It was her; I just knew it was. It had to be. 

Me: Actually, my brother sprung that one on me and didn't tell me he'd actually be posting it. I think he's trying to get us together

Bold, but everything I'd done so far was bold. I wanted her. I'd spent almost my whole life wanting her. I didn't care for tiptoeing around each other trying to figure out if there were feelings. I was fucking obsessed with the idea of making her mine, and I'd let her know at the first opportunity. Maybe she'd like that.

I saved her number and was about to put my phone away, not expecting a reply instantly, but then my phone buzzed in my hand.

Taylor: Careful pretty boy, or I'll start to think you've got a crush on me

"My god." I breathed. This woman was fucking everything. She had me hooked by the balls with one simple text. Fingers flying over the keyboard, I quickly sent a reply.

Me: Who texted who?

Taylor: Touche

I chuckled to myself, leaning against the bar as I stared down at our short conversation. There was no way this was her. Cheeky, flirty, bold. Enticing. God it had to be her. 

Me: How do I know it's really you?

Taylor: Have a little faith, I'm not about to send you a picture

Me: What's the excuse?

Taylor: I just played a sold out show with almost 70k adoring fans and don't feel like getting out of bed to turn the lights on

Me: Adoring huh?

Taylor: Don't act like you're not one of them Mr Kelce

Me: Touche

I didn't get a text back, so after waiting for a few minutes - tapping my phone every so often to keep it from going dark - I put it back in my pocket. As bold as I was being, I didn't want to push it by texting her before she responded. There was bold, and then there was just plain stupid. I knew the line. 

I rejoined the guys, grabbing my drink and sculling half of it in one go. This was stressing me out; I'd built up to this so much. But now that she was actually talking to me, I wasn't quite sure how to handle it. I knew what I wanted, and I would stop at nothing to do the best I could to get it. But I didn't know how she felt, if she'd ever decide to give me a chance.