𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠

So Long London

**So Long London**

**2 months earlier**

"Taylor, I think we should take a break." I looked at him, tears starting to well up. "Are you breaking up with me?" Joe avoided my gaze by looking at the floor. "I'm sorry." He grabbed his coat and crossed the threshold of the door, closing it behind him, leaving me alone in the middle of the living room, helpless, empty, with that feeling you get after every breakup when you don't know what to do, or what to do next.

**Present**

After my concert in Sydney, I received a message from Tree sending me a video of Travis Kelce. For some time now, rumors had been circulating about our relationship just because I had attended his games. In reality, I was going to clear my head, but people saw it differently. It's not that Travis was unpleasant to look at or anything; it's just that I was still hurting from what Joe did to me.

**Tree**: That celebration won't help the rumors about your relationship. If you have something with him, you might as well tell me. 🤣

**Taylor**: Haha, no Tree, there's nothing.

His celebration could be linked to my song *The Archer*.

I decided to send him a message, replying to his post on Instagram.

**Taylor**: Are you trying to copy me? 🤣🤣

I asked him, jokingly.

I didn't have to wait long for a response from him.

**Travis**: Oops, sorry, I didn't think about the consequences of my celebration 🤣

**Taylor**: Don't worry, haha.

Without meaning to, we started a conversation, talking about everything and nothing. After many hours of talking, I began to feel tired.

**Taylor**: I think I'm going to bed, but I really enjoyed this late-night chat.

**Travis**: Am I that boring? No, I'm kidding, get some rest anyway. We definitely have to do this again.

**Taylor**: Good night, Travis 😚

**Travis**: Good night, Miss Swift.

Travis and I had a natural connection, a special chemistry.

Calling each other became a ritual, especially on FaceTime.

"Can I ask you a question?" Travis asked me.

"Of course." I replied, smiling at the camera.

"Why did your relationship with Joe end?" He looked into the camera, trying to find the answer in my eyes. For the first time in a long time, I didn't feel any tears welling up. It was as if I could talk about it without being affected anymore.

"Recently, Joe and I didn't have the same connection we used to, because of the problems. The spirit was gone, we would never come back to life. When you're not sure if he wants to be there... One evening, he came to my apartment in New York and broke up with me. That breakup was very difficult for me, and I'm just now starting to get the color back in my face. I'm just mad as hell because I loved this place. We had a good time, but I'm not the one he needs."

"I'm sorry for you, Tay, are you feeling better?" Travis has always been a good listener.

"Yes, I'm okay." I paused for a few seconds before continuing, "... better, at least."

"I don't want to impose anything on you, but would you like to come for coffee in Kansas?"

"Sure, but I don't really want to be seen in public. You could come to New York."

"With pleasure, I have a game there in five days."

"Perfect."

"Perfect."

We talked for a few more hours before hanging up.

**5 days later**

I got ready to go to Travis's game. I was excited and nervous. It had been several months since Joe and I broke up, but also several months since Travis and I started talking. I knew going to his game wouldn't help the rumors and online criticism, but I had told him I would come, and besides, it made me happy.

Once I was ready, I left my apartment quickly and got into my black pickup truck.

When I arrived at the stadium, I got out of my car and headed to the suites. On the way, I met Travis's mom, and we were seated next to each other. She started telling me stories about Travis when he was a kid. We laughed for a long time until I noticed that the big screen was showing an image of us. I looked at her and asked if it was okay. She told me she didn't mind.

At the end of the game, she guided me to the locker room area. Travis came out quickly, greeted his mom, and gave her a hug before coming to talk to me.

He walked over to me, only a few meters away. He had an imposing build, broad shoulders, and an impressive height.

Before I could think about what I was going to do, he wrapped me in a hug and rested his head on my shoulder, his breath on my neck. I hugged him back.

We stayed like that for a long time before he took my hand and led me out of the hallway, just before we passed the press.

"The press is right behind this door, what do you want to do?"

I let go of his hand before saying, "This is better." He gave me a brief smile before opening the door, the flash of the paparazzi blinding me as it always does, even after more than sixteen years.

Once we were in the car, we sat next to each other, and I suggested that he spend the evening at my place. He agreed.

When we got to my apartment door, I slid the key into the lock and let him in. I showed him where to put his shoes.

"Do you want something?" I asked from behind my kitchen counter.

"I'd gladly take a glass of water." He looked around.

"Is there a problem with my decor?" I raised an eyebrow, laughing.

"I really like the vibe."

"Ahah, thanks." I handed him his glass of water.

"So, that game, not too exhausting?"

"Honestly, I'm fine. It's nice to finally see you."

"Yes, haha, after 3 months, finally."

"How do you feel, honestly?"

"Better now that you're here." He looked at me, raising an eyebrow, thinking I was joking. "No, it's true." I took his hand in mine.

We went to sit on the couch.

"I'm happy to be with you too," Travis admitted, looking into my eyes.

We stared at each other for a long time before he asked, "Can I kiss you?"

I nodded, and he leaned in and kissed me.

**8 months later**

For the past few days, I've been throwing up, and I'm late with my period. I have a pretty good idea of what that means, but I want to be sure.

I took the test and waited a few minutes.

Once the timer went off, I looked at the test, and unsurprisingly, it was positive.

I ran into the living room where Travis was.

"TRAVIS!!"

"What? What's going on, babe?"

"I'M PREGNANT."

"WHAT?" He jumped up from his chair.

"I'M PREGNANT, TRAVIS!!"

"Oh my god."

He approached me and lifted me off the ground, hugging me, his hands on my lower back.

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Sorry, the ending is a bit rushed, but *So Long London* isn't really a love story.

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