Endgame ~ Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

you said you'd never leave me (AE)

lmao so many people asked for this so i wrote it super quickly for you guys. here is the alternate ending of the last chapter.
this just shows that enough comments will convince me to do anything.
and i despise writing stories where the end goes 'it was all a dream' so i am ONLY doing this for you guys.
love you.

Taylor's POV

"Sophia- s- so- Soph-..." I mumbled quietly, before I felt my body jerk and I flung up so I was sitting. I clutched my hand tightly against my chest and gasped.

"Sophia? Sophia!" I yelled out as I looked down at my arms. If she wasn't sitting in my arms where would she be?

"Tay? Baby are you okay?" A man sat up next to me, gently stroking his hand over my arm.

I swung my head in his direction, and my eyes widened. I almost stopped breathing. I think I did- for a second.

I started to shake my head as I shuffled backwards. My mind must've been playing some sick joke on me.

"No... no." I whispered quietly, as my body trembled. I squeezed my eyes shut. This wasn't happening.

"Baby? Baby what's going on." He turned to face me and rubbed his hand against mine, then grabbed hold of it gently.

I stared at him. My body wasn't moving. I couldn't get it to. My lips parted slightly, and I tried to breathe in, but my body was barely responding.

"Your head?" I mumbled softly, reaching for his slightly overgrown buzz cut. I let my hands feel around his entire head- not a single bump, scratch or bruise.

Travis furrowed his eyebrows, almost letting out a laugh as I pulled my hands away from him.

"What's going on Tay?" He asked, rubbing his hand on my knee.

"What-... what year is it?" I muttered softly, looking up hopefully at him.

Travis scrunched his nose in confusion, but answered, "It's 2025... baby are you okay?"

"Are we... engaged?" I asked slowly.

"Yeah baby, we are." Travis slightly smiled, and lifted up my hand, kissing me gently on my ring finger, next to where a beautiful ring sat- his great grandmothers ring. "Taylor you're scaring me. Did you hit your head or something?"

I started to shake my head again, a little more violently this time. "Don't- Travis." I teared up, and tried to stop myself from crying. "Don't fucking say that. Please." I begged, then shuffled my body slightly closer to him.

"Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. Come here Tay." He whispered softly, then pulled me into his chest, and tightly wrapped his arms around me.

I cried hard into his chest as I gripped his shirt tightly.

"You were gone Trav." I sobbed, barely being able to breathe. "You were fucking dead. You were dead." I cried so hard I felt like I might throw up.

"Hey, it was just a dream Tay. Just a dream. I'm okay. I'm okay." He said as he kissed my head, rubbing his hand over my hair.

"It wasn't a dream Trav. It was a nightmare. A sick, fucking, nightmare." I cried.

It took almost 20 minutes before I started to calm down. 20 minutes of Travis having to confirm over and over again that it wasn't real, and he was perfectly okay.