heroine (taylor swift and travis kelce)

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"So," Travis had his hands on his hips as the two of them were planning how to spend the rest of the day together. "I was thinking about..." he shook his head. "Never mind, actually. It's fucking stupid."
"Hey," Taylor nudged him. "What is it?"
"No, it's literally so dumb-"
"It's not," she promised him, taking a step closer and taking his hand. "Please tell me. Please..."
"Well... I was thinking that we could get takeout and have an indoor picnic. I... I know it sounds lame and boring but-"
"Woah there," Taylor squeezed the football player's hand, smiling. "That sounds perfect."
"Really?" His face softened in relief that she didn't think he was stupid, or dumb, or that his idea wasn't a good one. "Because I remember we used to do them sometimes as kids, I think that they're even better than real outdoor picnics. You know, there's no bugs and shit." His face was a soft shade of red, and she smiled up at him.
"I mean, it would be silly of us if we ignored the perfect space for it." She motioned to the empty living room, the space that seemed to expand in front of them.

There wasn't a single ounce of her that thought about the events of another day, another moment, another lifetime... with another guy, all those weeks ago.

Taylor pulled a blanket down from her cupboard that contained just about every blanket she'd ever purchased over the years. She decided on a pink and white checked one.
Laying it out on the floor, smoothing it out and making sure it looked pretty, she grabbed the cushions that had once sat on her sofa. Even then, she didn't think about Matty Healy.
Travis was in the kitchen, and Taylor couldn't help but watch as he got out two wine glasses and filled them both with some random peach iced tea concentrate that Taylor had gotten ages ago. She didn't even have to tell him that she was barely drinking alcohol now - he knew. She'd never even mentioned it, it was just something that he'd picked up on.

He then put some ice in them - from her fancy ice maker that he didn't know how to use properly. Taylor pressed her lips together in a smile as he figured out where the ice came from.
"What do you feel like eating?" Travis asked over his shoulder. "I don't know that many food places around here."
Taylor thought about it for a few seconds before answering.
"There's a nice Italian place that doesn't take too long to get here." She looked down at the blanket around her, trying to decide what was missing.
"You can't go wrong with Italian food," Travis laughed as he glanced over at her.

Travis Kelce had made a lot of mistakes in his life, but making a friendship bracelet and giving it to Taylor's parents was not one of them. He'd never imagined what Taylor had been going through since he'd met her in that tiny bar in New York, but he'd been watching her. Seeing the photos on Instagram, seeing the grainy live streams... he'd seen it all. And he'd known that something wasn't right. Something was hurting her, and he'd known that she'd hidden it perfectly. He didn't know how he'd been able to tell, didn't know what alerted him to the fact that she wasn't okay.

It had been a feeling. An inkling that something was wrong, and it had bothered him for weeks, but he hadn't been able to fit in going to the Eras Tour. He'd tried shifting plans but July 8th had been the first chance he'd gotten. He'd been meaning to go in May, but he'd ended up having to cancel those plans because his Mom wanted his help with her backyard. She hadn't known that he was planning on going to the eras tour so he couldn't be mad at her for asking for his help. Besides, he hadn't been oblivious to the photos of Matty and Taylor - even though the mere mention of his name made him want to punch something. He clenched his teeth, focusing on the damn complicated ice machine in front of him.

He was entirely convinced that Taylor Swift was the nicest, most intelligent, most humble, most creative, most beautiful person on the planet. And it crushed him when he thought of how she'd been struggling for weeks. The strength that she has to keep on going, to get up and dance across her stage when she's falling apart. Taylor had the strength of an athlete, he was sure of it. She's got that hard driven strength on the inside, too. Travis looked over at her, at the way she was adjusting the pillows to make sure they were comfortable, and he knew that her internal strength was the most important thing in the world. He couldn't help but smile, couldn't help but look over at her in awe.