the stars in your eyes | t.s. one shots

location

The wonders of modern technology are such that Taylor's closest friends and family can know where she is at any given moment. She knows where they are too. Only her nearest and dearest can see her location, but she knows that it brings them some peace of mind, in a reality where her safety is always a concern.

That sometimes means that it's very hard to keep secrets.

She landed in Kansas City this morning. Nobody knows that she's here, nor would they understand why if they did. She can already picture the confused looks of her loved ones. None of them know that she's dating Travis Kelce. But here she is, wearing a Kansas City Chiefs top as they lounge in his living room and the sun sinks below the horizon. She's absolutely sure that it won't be long now until somebody notices that she's gone from their Find My iPhone and starts to hound her with questions. Thing is, she's not sure she's ready to share this relationship yet.

Things with Travis, they're getting really serious really quickly. He came out to New York to spend a few days with her last week, and now, she's in Kansas City with him. When she'd arrived this morning, he'd presented her with a gift bag on the tarmac, something to welcome her to his city. Inside was a little white baby tee with 'Chiefs' embroidered on the chest in a sparkly red thread, a little arrowhead just above the letters. "You don't have to wear it if you don't want to," he'd told her. "I just thought... you know, you're one of us now, so you deserve some merch. 'Cause I've got that Eras Tour tee shirt and all..."

She had giggled at the memory of him slipping the shirt over his head last week, managing to be swallowed by the fabric in spite of his height. She'd just asked for her merchandising manager to get her the biggest size, completely unaware of just how big that would possibly be. Travis had still pressed a kiss to her forehead and promised her he'd wear it as a sleeping shirt. He's worn it every evening since then.

"I'd love to wear your team," Taylor had told him with a blush, holding the shirt up to see how it would fit her. Of course, he'd gotten the size correct, and as soon as she got into the car, she slipped it over her head. It fit her like a glove.

Then, when they'd gotten to his house, he'd stood in his living room and looked at her. "I've got a guest room all made up," he said, "or you can stay in the master bedroom with me. Whichever you're more comfortable with." The man had run his hand across his buzz cut, nervously shifting his weight between his feet. "I totally understand if you just want your own space right now, since it's still early and-"

"Trav," she had cut him off, placing her hand on his chest and looking up at him, a certain desire hidden behind her eyes, juxtaposing the sweetness that's always laced into the electric blue. "I came here to be with you and I intend to not waste a single second of that with something silly like saying I want to stay in a separate room when we both know I'll just end up in yours anyway." 

He'd laughed nervously, recalling last weekend, when he'd had a hotel room in New York that hadn't gotten much use. As the matter of fact, he hadn't even set foot in it. It had taken little convincing on Taylor's end to get him to cancel his reservation in the hotel room, barren of personality and camaraderie, in favor of a few nights filled with butterfly kisses, midnight giggles, and twisted bedsheets. Though fast by societal standards, for the two of them, it was the most incredible way to start off their relationship. "Alright nah," he winks at her. "I'll take your bag then and we can get you set up. Come with me."

The hours following had been bliss, as though they were the only two people in the world. It's been twelve hours now, since she turned off her location. Twelve hours until her mom notices and sends her daughter a request for a FaceTime.

"Shit," Taylor says, staring at the screen of her phone. "Trav, what do I do?" She holds the device away from her as it vibrates in her hand, as though it's a ticking time bomb.