Forbidden Fruit (Travis Kelce)

Get her back

Travis

Days had passed since I sent Arianna that heartfelt message, and I still hadn't heard back from her. The silence was eating away at me. I knew deep down she still had to care. There had to be a way to reach her, to show her that I was serious about changing and making things right.

I had been sending flowers every day, hoping they would remind her of how much I loved her. But I knew I needed to do more than just send flowers and sweet messages. I needed to take action.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I picked up my phone and called my mom. She answered on the second ring. "Hey, Travis. What's going on?"

"Mom, I need your advice," I said, my voice heavy with frustration and worry. "I sent Arianna a message, and she hasn't replied. I've been sending flowers every day, but it's not enough. I don't know what to do."

My mom sighed on the other end. "Travis, you can't just rely on gestures. You have to show her that you're willing to put in the work. And you need to get your anger under control. You can't be a hothead. That's not stable, and it's not fair to her."

"I know," I admitted, feeling the weight of her words. "I've been thinking about that a lot. I need to do better."

There was a moment of silence before she spoke again. "Arianna has her tour starting back soon, right? Maybe you should be there for her opening night. Show her that you're serious about being there for her."

"That's a great idea," I said, a sense of determination building within me. "I have some off time coming up, so I can make it work."

"Just remember, Travis, actions speak louder than words. Show her that you're willing to change and be there for her."

After hanging up, I immediately called Brittany. She answered after a few rings, and I could hear the hesitation in her voice. "Hey, Travis. What's up?"

"Brittany, I know you're not my biggest fan right now, but I need your help," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I want to be there for Arianna's opening night. I want to surprise her and show her that I'm serious about making things right."

There was a long pause before she replied. "Travis, she's been a mess lately. She misses you, but she's hurt. I don't know if this is a good idea."

"Please, Brittany. I need to do this. I need to show her that I'm committed to us."

She sighed. "Alright. I'll help you. But don't mess this up. She needs to see that you're serious."

"Thank you," I said, relief flooding through me. "I won't mess this up. I promise."

With Brittany's help, I made all the arrangements to be there for Arianna's opening night in LA. Patrick and Ross decided to come along for support, which helped calm my nerves a bit. We arrived early and waited backstage, my anxiety building with each passing minute.

As we stood there, Arianna's mom, Laura, walked by. She saw us and her face immediately hardened. She greeted Patrick, Ross, and Brittany warmly but barely acknowledged me with a curt nod.

"Hi, Laura," I said, trying to keep my voice respectful.

"Travis," she replied coolly before turning her attention back to the others. It was clear she wasn't happy to see me.

Patrick placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Hang in there, man. She's just protective of Ari."

"I know," I sighed. "I deserve it."

Brittany gave me a sympathetic look. "Just focus on why you're here. Ari needs to see that you're serious."

Finally, I saw Arianna coming down the hallway, looking as beautiful and focused as ever. I took a deep breath and stepped forward. "Arianna, can we talk?"