Tayvis One-Shots

not over her

Taylor's POV

The moment I see the picture, my stomach drops.

I don't even need to read the caption or the thousands of comments underneath, it's all right there in the image.

Travis. His ex, Kayla. Laughing together. Close. Too close.

The article attached to it doesn't help. Friendly exes? Travis Kelce and Kayla Nicole spotted together in a cozy moment just weeks after his rumored romance with Taylor Swift begins.

I stare at my phone, my fingers tightening around it until my knuckles turn white. It shouldn't hurt this much. It shouldn't feel like someone just reached inside my chest and squeezed.

But it does.

Because things between Travis and me have felt so good. So real. So easy in a way I never expected them to be. He makes me laugh when I'm too tired to think, pulls me into his orbit like it's the most natural thing in the world. I was starting to believe this could be something real.

And maybe that's what makes this so painful.

Because I should've known better.

I should've known that someone like him—charismatic, magnetic, the guy everyone wants—doesn't just move on that easily. Maybe I was just a distraction. Maybe I was just someone to pass the time with.

I shake my head, shoving my phone down onto the coffee table before I can spiral any further. My heart is pounding, but my decision is already made.

I can't do this.

I grab my jacket, slipping it on with shaky fingers, and within minutes, I'm in my car, driving toward Travis's place. The whole way there, my mind is a whirlwind of emotions—hurt, anger, disappointment. A part of me is bracing for the worst. A part of me is hoping for an explanation that makes this all go away.

I don't know which will hurt more.

When I pull up to his house, I don't hesitate. I knock, and within seconds, he opens the door, a surprised but easy smile tugging at his lips.

"Hey, angel," he says, stepping aside like he expects me to just walk in like I always do. "Didn't know you were coming over."

I don't move. "I saw the picture."

His smile falters slightly. "What?"

"The one of you and Kayla." I force my voice to stay steady, even though my heart is racing. "I saw it."

For a split second, something flashes in his eyes—realization, maybe? Guilt?—before he lets out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck. "Tay, it's not what you think."

"Then tell me what it is," I say, folding my arms, trying to hold onto the anger instead of letting the hurt seep through. "Because what it looks like is you still being hung up on your ex while you're with me."

His jaw tightens. "That's not true."

"Really?" I let out a sharp laugh, even though nothing about this is funny. "Because from where I'm standing, it sure as hell looks like it. I mean, what am I supposed to think, Travis? We've been dating for what, a few weeks? And now there's a picture of you looking really comfortable with the woman you used to love?"

His expression shifts, something frustrated but desperate in his eyes. "Taylor, I bumped into her. That's it. We talked for a minute, that picture got taken, and now the internet's making it into something it's not."

I shake my head, stepping back. "I don't think I can do this."

He freezes. "What?"

"This." I gesture between us, my throat tightening. "I can't be with someone who's still tangled up in their past. I've been there before, and I won't do it again."