It's 10am and there's still no sign of Taylor. Recently she's been arriving at 9am on the dot so I got here early hoping to smooth things over after the whole 'he called me Taylor during sex' debacle but there's no sign of her.
Just as I'm about to give up and head to my own studio I see the girls from reception jump to attention
"Good morning Miss. Swift" they say in unison and I smile, waiting for her to round the corner so I can greet her myself but instead of being met with the smiling face of a 5 foot something blond, I'm met by the stern face of a man slightly smaller than myself but significantly more jacked, his black hair greased back in a ponytail, his biceps bulging under a T-shirt that's about 2 sizes too small.
I recognise him immediately as her security guard from The Ellen Show.
He doesn't say a word to me, he just holds one arm out as a barrier between Taylor and I whilst his other arm opens the door to the studio
"Hey Taylor can we talk for a second please?" I ask and she looks up at me from behind a pair of gigantic sunglasses and then keeps moving towards the studio "Taylor?" I reach a hand to her shoulder and in an Instant her security guard has my arm up my back as my chest crashes into the wall
"No one touches Miss. Swift" He seethes into my ear and I take the opportunity to swing my head backwards and catch him right on the nose forcing him to release me as he yells in pain
"Put your hands on me again and I will have you in jail faster than you can blink. Taylor!" I push into the studio as her security guard moves quickly behind me, a trickle of blood running from his nose
"What the fuck's going on?" I demand to know but Taylor just sits at the mixing desk with her back to me
"Miss Swift does not want to talk to you" says the Gorilla behind me and I ignore him the same way that Taylor is ignoring me
"If this is about the article yesterday, you weren't the Taylor I meant" it's a lie but it's a lie I told the whole world yesterday so I didn't have to face the truth of my situation just yet
"She understands that. Now leave, before I have to make you leave"
"Yeah? Well try it and I will kick your ass worse than I just broke your nose" we stand inches apart, chest to chest and you can almost smell the testosterone flowing through the room
"Travis, thank you for your help. I appreciate it but I really don't think we have anything left to talk about"
"Finally she speaks!" I turn around to face her, the shades are gone and her beautiful, crystal, clear blue eyes are on mine and I feel that familiar pull that I'm beginning to dread
"I mean it, thank you for lunch and the beer and the dancing but I need to focus on my album, I can't be distracting myself by running around town with you"
"I thought I was 'teaching you how to live' or whatever bullshit you called it"
"Well now I am" Says the gorilla as he puts his hand on my shoulder and it takes all of my self control not to smash him in his greasy face
"I guess that's it then"
"Bye Travis" She turns back to the desk and I shoulder barge the gorilla as I pull open the door and then storm out, slamming it hard behind me and then standing alone in the corridor outside Studio 1.
What the fuck just happened in there???
My thoughts are twisting themselves around my brain causing nothing to make sense
The gorilla, the cold shoulder, the 'goodbye Travis'
Goodbye???
I have questions and I need some god damn answers, turning back I twist the handle of the door and pull it open slowly, something about the silence telling me to tread lightly and as I re enter the room I see immediately why they were silent because the gorilla is towering over Taylor, her face in his hands and his mouth on hers, she looks so tiny next to him.
This is the guy that thought it was okay to take her first kiss when she was drunk now I know why he was so desperate for me to keep away
"What. The. Fuck?!"
They both spin to face me, Taylors eyes are wide, her lips pink and slightly swollen and I swear I have never seen her look more beautiful but she has that look for him not for me and that's doing things to my already weakened brain
"Travis..."
