Forbidden Fruit (Travis Kelce)

Muse

Travis

Arianna rushed out the door for a day packed with meetings. She kissed me quickly before leaving, her mind already on the tasks ahead. I watched her go, feeling a pang of longing. Her life was a whirlwind, and I was just trying to keep up.

Left alone in her house, I wandered through the spacious, modern rooms, feeling a bit out of place. The house was filled with her personality—pictures, awards, and little mementos from her travels. It was a sanctuary, a place that felt safe and uniquely hers.

I decided to call Pat. We hadn't had a real chance to talk, and I owed him an explanation. The phone rang a few times before he picked up.

"Hey, man," Pat said, his voice neutral.

"Hey, Pat. I just wanted to call and explain...everything," I began, feeling the weight of my words. "I'm sorry I kept you in the dark about Arianna and me. It all happened so fast, and I didn't handle it the right way."

There was a pause on the other end. "Travis, it's not that I don't get it. I just wish you had told me sooner. Arianna is like family to me, and I wanted to be there for both of you."

"I know, and I messed up," I admitted. "I was just trying to figure things out myself. But I care about her, Pat. I love her."

Pat sighed. "I get it. Just...take care of her, okay?"

"I will," I promised. "Thanks, man."

We ended the call, and I felt a bit lighter. There were still many hurdles to clear, but at least Pat and I were on the same page.

I wandered into Arianna's music room, a space that seemed to hum with creative energy. Her music journal lay open on the piano, and I hesitated, not wanting to invade her privacy. But as I reached to close the book, a set of lyrics caught my eye.

"Birds of a feather
We should stick together, I know
I said I'd never
Think I wasn't better alone
Can't change the weather
Might not be forever
But if it's forever, it's even better"

The words drew me in, and despite my better judgment, I read on. The lyrics were raw, filled with vulnerability and love. I felt a lump form in my throat as I realized what she was saying.

"I don't know what I'm cryin' for
I don't think I could love you more
It might not be long, but, baby, I
I'll love you till the day that I die"

Arianna loved me. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. She hadn't said it back when I told her I loved her, and I had been worried. But here, in her own words, she had poured out her heart.

I closed the book gently, my mind racing. She was scared, just like I was. Scared of getting hurt, of letting someone in. But she loved me, and that was all that mattered.

I spent most of the day alone at Arianna's house, lost in thought. After reading her lyrics, I felt a mix of emotions—love, relief, and a deep sense of responsibility. She had bared her soul through her music, and I wanted to be there for her in every way possible.

When Arianna finally got home, she looked both exhausted and energized. She dropped her bags by the door and came over to where I was sitting.

"Hey," she said, giving me a tired smile. "How was your day?"

"Quiet," I replied, pulling her into my arms. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," she said, nestling against me. "I have some exciting news. I have extra tickets for the album listening party if you want to invite anyone."

I thought for a moment. "Maybe my mom, if that's okay? She's been wanting to meet you."

Arianna's eyes lit up. "Of course, that would be great. Brittany and Patrick are already invited. There will be a lot of celebrities there too. I have a list of the names."

She handed me a piece of paper with a list of names, and I skimmed through it. There were some big names on there, and I could see why she might be nervous.

"This is the most personal album I've ever released," she admitted, her voice tinged with anxiety. "I'm a little scared about how people will react."

I cupped her face in my hands, looking into her eyes. "It's going to be amazing, Ari. You've poured your heart into this, and it shows. Everyone is going to love it. And I'll be right there with you."

She smiled, leaning into my touch. "Thank you, Travis. That means a lot."

We moved to the couch and settled in, finding a movie to watch. The familiar comfort of being with her, holding her, was something I cherished more than anything.

As the movie played, I pulled her closer, feeling her warmth against me. "You know, I think this album is going to be a huge success. You've worked so hard, and you deserve all the good things coming your way."

She sighed contentedly, resting her head on my chest. "I hope so. I just want people to connect with it, to feel what I felt when I wrote it."

"They will," I assured her. "And I'll be there, cheering you on."

The movie continued, and we sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, the worries of the world fading away. We were a team, ready to face whatever came our way together.

As the credits rolled, I kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Arianna."

She looked up at me, her eyes soft and filled with emotion. "I know, Travis. Thank you for being here for me."

We stayed like that, holding each other, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them together. And that was all that mattered.