Our Invisible String (Complete Version)

3 (Taylors Version)

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It had been such a good morning.

I woke up one hour earlier, was able to take a long shower, even do a hair mask, folded some laundry, and prepared breakfast until Abby woke up and called for me. I picked up the quirky nine-month-old, smiling as she already kneeled in her little bed, her big green eyes wide and curious like always.

I could count myself lucky Abby was a happy baby. If she cried, she had a good reason and stopped as soon as I had figured out what it was. It was as if someone had created her just the way to make motherhood easier on a stupid teenager that had no idea what she was doing.

I had grown up in the past months, mostly to be a better mother to her, but the transition hadn't been as difficult as I had expected. I had never been a party person, neither smoked or drank, and the evenings I spent at home reading were now spent with this tiny human I loved so incredibly much. She was my everything.

I had picked her up and put her in my lap while I ate my breakfast, latching her on and feeding her when she started pulling down my shirt. I stroked over her short blonde curls adoring the way she looked up at me. Afterwards, I had gotten ready, put on some light make up, straightened my hair and got dressed before the doorbell rang. I opened and greeted my mother with a light hug, smiling.

She had been amazing during all of this. Sure, she hadn't been too happy about her nineteen-year-old being pregnant but the shouting she would've indulged in otherwise became comfort once she found out Lucas had left. She had helped me throughout my pregnancy, even been in the delivery room with me and she was the first to ever hold Abby.

She was also the one that had helped me get a job at her own old high school and came five days a week to look after Abby while I was at work. She was truly the best mother one could wish for. "Okay Abby mommy loves you sooo much, I'll be back just after your lunch nap, how does that sound?" Abby giggled, waving at me, already knowing the drill since I had been working summer school to get her used to being without me occasionally. I had worked till the day my water broke and started again this summer.

The students from last year had sent me congratulations cards and asked if I could bring Abby along one day. As much as I resented staying in Reading, I adored my students and did the best I could to help them out and nurture talent when I saw it.

Just two years ago I was the one being nurtured by Ms Harper, or Ivette as I now called her. She had always believed in me and done her best to help me, especially once Travis had started his bullying. She had always believed in me and even though I knew she adored Abby like a grandchild saw the disappointment in her kind eyes when I asked for the job. And even though I had wanted to tell myself it was temporary, and I could make it even with a child out of here, we both knew I was stuck in this small-town life now. I just hoped Abby would have a better future.

I grabbed my bag as well as my car keys, slipping into a comfy pair of chucks, kissing my mother and daughters' cheeks before rushing out, unlocking the car and sliding into the driver's seat.

My car was my most beloved thing besides my guitar. I had saved up all through high school to be able to afford it. I had named it Meredith after my first cat that had passed away that year. Meredith was a red vintage cabriolet and often bitched around when it came to the ignition, but I loved her.

Ten minutes later I parked in front of the old red stoned building I had called my school for the past years, getting out and smoothing over my top. Today was the first day of a new school year with some new and some old students I'd see again and even though it shouldn't be of any importance to the way the students felt about me, I always tried to stay modern but also keep my whimsical style.

Today I had opted for a red dress with a v cut neckline and long slightly puffy sleeves. It reached to my mid calves and swayed slightly, the waistline showing off my slender waist, my wider hips and ample chest, formed by motherhood complimented in a modest way. The overlapping fabric of my top would enable me to pump a lot easier during my free period. A thin black belt around my waist reflected the colour of the little black dots on her dress and her comfortable loafers made me appear a bit shorter than I was.

I had never liked my height and even surpassing some of my male students wouldn't make me more approachable. Plus, the loafers were amazing if I needed to play the piano which filled most of my lessons. I hated theory and enjoyed working with the kids in a practical way. I had taken time to learn some of the most popular songs of the year to surprise them when they were being too loud.

Waving at some of my students from last year, smiling, I entered the two-story building through the large glass doors. The familiar scent of chalk and the chemical cleaner swashed over my senses as I followed the large staircase up towards the teachers' lounge. My phone dinged; I must have forgotten to put it on vibrate so I fished it out of my bag when I entered the large light-coloured room. It always smelled like coffee no matter the time of day - which I loved - and the light chatter that already filled the room made it feel homey.

I switched my tone off and couldn't help but check the message my mom had sent. It was a picture of Abby giving me her widest grin, two little teeth already visible while she "held" a shield reading "good luck, mommy!" my mouth twitched into a smile as I looked down at the light of my life.

A weird feeling started to fill my senses as if someone was watching me and when I looked up my blood ran cold. Staring into my soul was none other than my high school bully himself. Mr football captain, Mr popular, Mr prom king himself. What the fuck was Travis Kelce doing in the teacher's lounge?

I moved to pinch my arm, but he still was there. Shit. He slowly got up and I automatically stepped back, my body immediately entering the flight instincts he triggered from high school. I gulped and forced myself to stand my ground and not just turn and run out of the room right now.

I watched him warily, taking him in for the first time in years. He somehow seemed taller, he had certainly more mass, and from what I could see through the outlines of his shirt it seemed to solely be muscles. His broad shoulders seemed to take up half of the room, and the light button up with half long cuffed sleeves pressed against them like a lover's kiss.

He wore dark blue jeans and sport shoes, and I couldn't help but notice his wide muscular thighs. His whole body looked like the ideal man described by a football magazine or something. I had yet to meet his eyes again and a shiver took over my body when the light that shone so brightly from the large windows was obscured by his body. He towered over me like he had two years ago but this time I wouldn't cower like a little scared girl.

I had worked hard to gain my posture, my backbone since I always used to make myself smaller. But I would never make myself small again. And I should be damned if I let him. I slowly lifted my chin to meet his gaze, scanning over his face quickly. He hadn't changed much but somehow at the same time he looked like someone I had never seen before in my entire life.

His hair was kept short, he had a moustache but was completely shaven besides that, there were some frown lines on his forehead and his jawline looked so sharp I was afraid I'd cut myself if I would run my hand over it. Wait, no why would I run my hand over it? Why would I think about touching him in the first place? It must've been the shock.

"What are you doing here Swift?" He asked, his voice deep and low, eliciting an unfamiliar throb in a place I didn't even want to think of in his presence. I gulped softy tugging my arms around myself and crossing them under my chest. I huffed and my cheeks flushed light pink when I found his gaze dropping to my cleavage and dropped my arms again.

"I could ask you the same thing Kelce and my eyes are up here."

A low chuckle escaped him, the corners of his mouth turning upwards. We were interrupted by Ivette who came close to my side and hugged me, but I couldn't tear my eyes from Travis. "Oh Taylor, how good to see you again!"

"Good to see you too." I mumbled in response, still tense.

"Ah you remember Travis, right? He's the new football coach." I froze, managing to tear my eyes from his gaze and looking at her with wide eyes, in disbelief. "Oh, and Travis, Taylor has been teaching music here for the past ... almost two years."

I shook my head, this couldn't be real, this couldn't be happening.

"You've got to be fucking shitting me."