Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

tayvis sandwich

this pt2 of Lila has been a long time coming (pun intended) so thank you for your patience
i'm so sorry for the title lmao but i found it so funny i had to share

Lila's POV

"You okay Lils?" 

"Hmm?" I looked up. "Yeah, fine." I flushed, realizing I'd been staring off into space, daydreaming again. "I'm good."

James nodded, glancing out the window. I looked down into my lap, fiddling with the skirt of my dark blue dress. My heart was in my throat as I thought about tonight. This charity gala was really important to my parents, and they'd worked really hard to get where they were today, so I knew how much it meant to them that it went well. James and I were to play the role of the dutiful children, but all I could think about was the pair of guests I hadn't known would be coming until an hour ago.

Taylor Swift. Travis Kelce.

I hadn't seen them since our encounter in the closet, hadn't had anything to do with them since I'd met with their publicist to sign an NDA. I hadn't really expected to see them again, but Mom had casually mentioned that they's RSVP'd yes to tonight's event at the last minute. Would they even acknowledge me? I'd spent the last few months thinking about that night, but I was probably worth nothing more than a vague thought in their minds that they'd never thought of again since I'd left. I'd been just a toy in their sexual games that night, but I wanted more. 

I knew I shouldn't. Hell, I had a boyfriend. I still hadn't told Chris about what I'd done, that I'd cheated on him, lost my virginity to Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce, and I probably never would. But he wouldn't be there tonight, so maybe I could worry about it later. Taylor and Travis probably wouldn't notice me anyway. If they ignored me, I'd stop thinking about it. I would, I swear.

"Hey, earth to Lils, out the car." James nudged me and I realized we'd stopped.

I got out, taking my brother's arm as we walked up the red carpet together. Our parents greeted us at the top of the stairs, urging us to go inside and mingle with their esteemed guests. Squeezing my arm, James went off to greet some people he knew, leaving me standing there alone.

I'd never been one for the crowds. I was comfortable in my own space, alone, or with people I actually liked. My family's social lifestyle had always been repulsive to me, but I was forced to be here, forced to smile and play the part. And like the dutiful daughter I was, I swallowed my hatred of the event and went to mingle, thanking people for coming as they waved out to me. My family was very forwards with promotion, and lots of people knew my face.

Even though I tried not to, my eyes kept scanning the room for the couple I wanted to see - and dreaded to see - the most. But I never caught any sight of them, and soon gave up. They wouldn't want to see me anyway. I was deluding myself if I thought they'd be interested in me again. 

After about an hour, I went to the bar and got myself a drink, sitting down the end in the corner and hoping neither of my parents before they swooped in and reprimanded me for hiding away. Staring down at the bar, I swirled my drink around, tuning out the event around me. Then the stool beside me scraped out.

"Old fashioned, two please."

My head snapped up, meeting the bright blue gaze that drifted my way and winked. My mouth almost dropped open as Taylor folded one leg over the other, her upper thigh peeking out of the pale purple dress she wore. It scooped low over her chest, leaving little to the imagination. I was breathless at the sight, trying to control where my eyes wandered. How did she have me so hooked? I shouldn't be thinking all the filthy thought that suddenly flooded into my head.

"Hi." I whispered. 

"Cute dress pretty girl." Taylor commented, her eyes slipping down the blue silk. "Having fun?"