What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? {pt 1}

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A/N: this one has a bit of taylor and travis magic cause i was bored and wanted to write smth romantic. also srry but no smut cause the hell you need to write that? btw some swearing cause these characters are my puppets and i can make them do what i want >:)

Taylors POV:

It was like any other day. A day where I wake up, eat breakfast, go to the gym and then binge TV shows. But today there was an extra step. After the events of 2015 and 2016 you would think I'd have gotten off social media now, right? Well no. Because today when I checked my instagram there was a lot. But a lot of the same thing. A recent viral video had been circulating surrounding a podcast episode. I honestly didn't care until Selena and Abigail texted me telling me to check it out and sending links after links after links. After finally following one I could see what they were trying to tell me.

"God what's this about," I rubbed my face wondering if the two men in the thumbnail had said something that greatly affected my public image, but I didn't recognise them, so I dismissed that thought. I played the video, the two men in the thumbnail quickly and smoothly switched topics of the conversation, until they reached the topic of me. 

"So, Travis, I heard you went to the Taylor Swift concert recently?" One of the guys playfully raised an eyebrow asking.

"Ah, yes. It was actually quite fun, I even hopped on the tradition of making friendship bracelets. I even tried to give Taylor one with my number on it!" The other guy seemed extremely nice, and hot. I honestly could see myself accepting that bracelet if the chance came up.

"Your number as in 87 or your phone number?" The first man teased.

"You know which one," Travis joked. By the end of the clip I found myself blushing. I quickly slapped myself in the face, causing me only to go redder. 

"Get your shit together Taylor. Reasearch him. We don't want to date another rat," I roused myself. My fingers lightly skimmed across my phone and into Trees contact. 

Taylor: Hey! You know that Travis guy? Can you get me his number pleaseee

Tree: Taylor you better not screw this up.

Taylor: I won't =)

Tree:  Ok. 904548436903 (a/n that was a keyboard spam dont try to call it lol)

Taylor: Thank youuu 🙀

I violently pressed the tiny phone keyboard to almost push the number into the phone. Then I stopped. What was I doing? I had done the same thing with Matty and ended up in one of the worst relationships I've ever been in. I jumped into my browser and started searching.

'Does Travis from the New Heights podcast have a brother?'

'What is Travis Kelce career?'

'Does Travis Kelce have any cats?'

Of course he's a dog person.

I felt a smile creep across my face as I finally went into his contact.



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