The Alchemy: Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce Short Stories

Cursing Your Name

Cursing Your Name

The second Travis walked through the door, he could already tell. The living area was dark. There was no sound floating through the air from the kitchen.

He clenched his jaw, and headed for the stairs.

Maybe she's just getting ready or taking a shower or something, he tried to tell himself, but he didn't really believe it.

So, it came as no surprise when he saw the light shining from under the door of her office.

He should've just kept walking. Should've gone back downstairs, maybe shot a few hoops outside. Taken a cool shower, even. But he didn't.

He let his duffel bag fall to the floor with a muffled thump, and strode quickly down the hall. By the time his hand touched the doorknob, he wasn't even thinking anymore. He was acting purely on instinct.

He ripped the door open, and Taylor yelped in surprise.

When she recognized that it was him, she let out a breathy laugh.

"Trav, you scared me," she said playfully, but her smile quickly faded when she took in his appearance.

His eyes were narrowed, his jaw tight, his body rigid. He didn't come in and flop down in the seat across from her desk the way he usually would. Didn't greet her with a kiss or even a smile. He barely seemed to be breathing.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Taylor asked quietly, her anxiety stirring as she wondered what could've happened to leave Travis in such a state.

"It's six o'clock," he responded tersely, and she tilted her head questioningly. "So much for dinner, huh?"

"What?" Taylor blinked. "Babe, I told you this morning that I might not finish in time to go out tonight. Tomorrow-"

"Tomorrow, you'll have more work to do, just like always!" Travis snapped. "Fuck, Taylor, it's like it never ends!"

"Excuse me?" Taylor's eyebrows furrowed, and she absentmindedly shut her laptop. "What the fuck is your problem?"

The anxiety she'd begun to feel was quickly morphing into resentment, as she caught the unforgiving glare in his eyes.

And...he called her Taylor. Not Tay or baby or sweetie or any of his usual names for her, that he'd used almost exclusively since their first date. Just...Taylor.

"This!" Travis waved a hand around the room. "Damn it, Taylor, you're finally back from tour for two months, and we might as well still be on different continents for as much as I actually get to spend time with you without you working on something!"

His face was red and his breathing ragged, but he held his ground. He wasn't backing down, not tonight.

Taylor's eyes widened, and she jumped up from her seat. Her own hands were beginning to shake, and she gripped the edge of her desk tightly to mask it. She was struggling to think rationally when she felt like she'd been ambushed and dropped onto a battlefield, but she tried to remind herself that this was Trav. And Trav didn't treat her like this. Ever. So something must be wrong.

"You know I have other things to work on when I'm off tour," Taylor tried to explain with a frustrated huff. "And I want us to have more time together, too. That's why I've been working so hard since I got here a few days ago. I'm doing my best, and I'm sorry-"

"Sorry isn't good enough!" Travis cut her off again, with a snarl. "Is it too much to ask that I can just make plans to take my fucking girlfriend out for dinner just one goddamn night?"