Isn't That Sweet? | Tayvis Stories

Cross Your Thoughtless Heart

Notes: So this was definitely supposed to be out like two Wednesday's ago but I got sick for the first time in like two years. I wrote half of this in a migraine induced haze, so forgive any errors or just overall this being a pile of word vomit. As always, I hope you enjoy :)

When he sat up in bed at the hotel all players were mandated to stay at before games that morning, she was the first thing on his mind; she stayed there even as he drove home and as people started walking through his front door early that afternoon. It was still hard to believe that he had managed to get in touch with her in the first place, that she had agreed to go on several dates with him, and now she would be publicly attending one of his games. It was like one of those dreams that you couldn't wake up from, where you couldn't tell reality from your subconscious mind.

He knew that his life was about to change, though he could not anticipate the ways in which it would. The moment anyone caught wind of her being in the stadium, the little bubble they had meticulously formed around themselves would pop. They had done a relatively good job at keeping her two previous visits to Kansas City discreet, staying at his house or only going to a few places with private rooms.

Sometimes, it felt like all she did was simply breathe, and it made headlines. He only received a small portion of that vitriol after the podcast and the few times people brought up her name around him since. But it would become overwhelmingly apparent with her sitting in the suite that they were together, and it would be sure to generate a heavy amount of chatter, more than he could fathom. The thought alone was overwhelming, and she had expressed her concerns to him more than enough times.

"It will be a lot, you know? The way people will talk when they see us together for the first time." She had just finished dinner and was sprawled across her couch when he called. It was still a little weird to see her in such an intimate way—lounging around in a faded t-shirt and pink fleece pants, her hair just a little bit frizzy around her hairline, and her face slightly pink from drinking a glass of wine—but he had been getting used to it, more comfortable with the idea that if everything continued to go along the same path, he would be seeing her like this more often. He sometimes found himself distracted by her, by these insignificant details, focusing on them so intensely that once he brought himself out of it, he was scared that she noticed him staring like a creep.

Reminding himself that they were in the middle of a rather important conversation, he said, "I'm sure I can handle it." And he was confident that he could. He really couldn't give less of a fuck of what other people had to say about his life, and now that he was with Taylor, his fucks to give become rather nonexistent. He knew how lucky he was to have her in his life, and she had expressed a very similar sentiment with him, so what anyone else said simply didn't matter.

But her insecurities often outweighed his reassurances. "You say that, but you haven't yet experienced the public trials and tribulations of being Taylor Swift's boyfriend yet."

"Taylor Swift's boyfriend, huh?" It didn't escape him that it was the first time she said that out loud. It was very clear that they were a couple and didn't have to express that in such juvenile terms, but it made his heart skip a beat, nonetheless.

But if he thought that she would turn red at the realization of what she let slip, he was very wrong. She looked directly at him through the screen and asked flatly, "Well, aren't you?" Tables turned, he blushed furiously and could see the beginnings of a smirk crossing her lips.

He nodded, his face set into a serious look despite his pink cheeks and declared cockily, "I am."

She laughed, a noise that was quickly becoming one of his favorite sounds. But then her face sobered. "It's not always a very pleasant experience, being in a relationship with me."