Tayvis

Fireworks

AN: I had almost a whole new chapter typed and then I saw a clip of an interview with Jason where he talked about how he found out that Trav and Tay were hanging out (super short) but it gave me this idea. It's short and not my favorite, but I still think its cute. 

August 1st, 2023

Travis's POV: 

The Uber driver slows as we pull up to my hotel in Los Angeles, coming to a stop in front of the Ritz- Carlton's elegant entrance. 

"Thanks man." I say as I step out of the car grabbing my duffle and backpack off of the seat and walk into the expensive hotel lobby. I take a few long strides over to the front desk to check in as the large clock strikes 3:00pm.

"Checking in, Kelce." I say to the man who nods once and types away at his keyboard. I have my ID and credit card in hand anxiously tapping it on the granite counter.

"We have you staying for one night is that correct?" I nod and he slides over my key with a smile. 

As I wait for the elevator to arrive it hits me how insane this really is. I flew to LA for one night for drinks. But it isn't just any drinks with anyone, it's drinks with my celebrity crush since college. As I enter my room I think back to a text that came through on Saturday from my buddy Miles Teller. 

Miles: You have some serious balls man.

Travis: ???

Miles: Calling out Taylor Swift on your podcast. 

Travis: Ohh... You know what I say, you gotta shoot for the stars. She's the brightest star there is. 

Miles: You know Keleigh and I are friends with her right? 

Travis: Oh shit. For real? I'm sorry man.

Travis: I really didn't mean to make her mad if I did. I can officially apologize on the pod next week if she wants.

Miles: Nah she isn't mad. Think she's flattered.

Miles: I know you are in preseason but think you can come to LA for drinks on Monday? 

Travis: Drinks on Monday? In LA? Why?

Miles: Taylor only has two days off before her LA shows.

Travis: No fucking way.

Miles: LOL I told Kel you wouldn't believe me. Dead serious. Drinks at our house at 5:00pm. Can you make it?

Travis: I'll be there. 

Now I am pacing my large hotel room trying to not freak out that in less than 2 hours I will be hanging out with Taylor Swift. I glance at my bag and pull out a few of my options for tonight and hang them up in the closet so they aren't wrinkled and change into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt so I can get a quick workout in. The hotels gym is empty and I hop on the treadmill and start a jog when Blank Space comes blasting through the speakers.

Is it a sign? My favorite song playing just hours before I meet her in real life for the first time feels like a sign. The rest of my workout goes smoothly and I take a quick shower before sitting on the bed wearing a pair of black shorts and a red polo shirt watching the clock near closer to the time I need to leave. Miles had ordered a car to bring me to his house and they should be arriving in about 20 minutes. Panic starts to rise as I sit here in silence, I need to calm the fuck down. I take deep breaths and scroll on TikTok trying to distract myself, but it doesn't work. Jason. Jason can call me down. I dial my brother and lay back against the bright white pillows as I wait for him to answer.