call it what you want | Taylor Swift X Travis Kelce

chapter 10

As I stepped into the Italian restaurant, the emptiness of the place felt surreal. Travis had brought me here after the game, and I anticipated meeting his teammates. But the deserted building, aside from a few staff members, left me puzzled.

"Where is everyone?" I asked, but Travis seemed lost in his own thoughts.

He guided me inside, holding my hand with an assured grip that made me both jittery and secure.

"Surprise," he whispered, planting a gentle kiss on my head.

In the center of the room, a table was set, adorned with a single rose and two menus. Travis's words confirmed my suspicions, yet the whole scenario felt otherworldly.

"For me?" I teased, though I knew the answer. But this moment felt beyond anything I could have imagined.

"For us," he replied, kissing my head once more.

Seated across from each other, the quiet ambiance wrapped around us, making the air crackle with a sense of anticipation.

"So, what's the best thing on the menu?"

Travis leaned forward, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "The pasta here is unreal. You have to try the spaghetti alla carbonara—it's a game-changer."

my lips curled into a grin. "I'll trust your judgment then."

As we dined, our conversation flowed effortlessly, painting a tapestry of shared experiences, dreams, and the intricate details that make us who we are. The restaurant seemed to cocoon us in its empty expanse, allowing us to connect on a level that felt both thrilling and intimate.

In between bites of pasta and sips of wine, we uncovered the layers of our lives, revealing stories that resonated with vulnerability and resilience. Travis shared his childhood escapades, painting vivid portraits of his journey. In turn, I spoke of my own triumphs and challenges, each story weaving its way into our budding connection.

In the quietude of the restaurant, our laughter mingled with the soft murmur of conversation, creating a harmony that felt uniquely ours. The night, though unconventional, felt like a turning point—a beginning hinting at the potential of something extraordinary.

"Are you staying the night? Or do you have to head back to New York?" Travis's question lingered in the air, mixing with the aroma of the delicious Italian cuisine that we'd just finished devouring.

I sighed, wishing I could stay longer. "I can stay, but I have to leave early," I replied, the weight of work obligations tugging at the edges of my desire to spend more time with him.

"Well then, let me go pay the bill, and we can head back to my house." As Travis rose from his seat, ready to take care of the check, I caught his arm.

"Use this," I said, slipping my debit card into his hand.

"Are you sure?" His playful disbelief made me chuckle.

"Yes, I insist. But hurry up," I added with a joking tone, hoping to lighten the moment. I wanted to make the most of our time together before I had to leave.

As Travis went to settle the bill, I watched him from the table, feeling an unexpected warmth seeing him move with such ease and grace. It wasn't just about him paying for the meal; it was about the way he effortlessly took care of things, a trait I found undeniably charming.

Returning to the table, Travis handed back my card with a grin. "All sorted."

"Thank you," I replied, tucking the card back into my purse. With a nod towards the exit, we left the restaurant, our steps falling into a comfortable rhythm side by side.

The night air was crisp, a refreshing contrast to the warm coziness we'd just experienced inside the restaurant. The city lights twinkled in the distance as we made our way to Travis's house. The drive back was filled with easy conversation, laughter, and stolen glances that spoke volumes.

Arriving at his house, the familiar feeling of being in his space washed over me. It was different from the sterile hotel rooms I was used to, carrying an air of warmth and personality that made it feel like home. Travis led the way, his confident stride guiding us through the door.

"Make yourself comfortable. Want something to drink?" he offered, disappearing into the kitchen.

I wandered around the living room, admiring the personal touches—a collection of football memorabilia on the shelves, a few guitars leaning against a wall, and pictures capturing moments with friends and family. It was a glimpse into his world, and I found myself smiling at the authenticity it exuded.

Travis returned with two glasses of wine, handing one to me with a smile. We settled onto the couch, the evening stretching out before us, filled with a quiet intimacy that felt both familiar and exhilarating.

As we sipped our wine, conversation flowed effortlessly. We talked about everything—our childhoods, favorite music, and the quirks that made us who we were. It felt like rediscovering the joy of simple conversations, the kind that stitched souls together.

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of his home and his company, the worries of the outside world faded into insignificance. It was just two people, sharing stories and laughter, wrapped in the quiet beauty of the night.

I awoke to the gentle rays of the morning sun peeking through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. The previous night felt like a dream—a cascade of laughter, shared stories, and a connection that seemed to deepen with every word exchanged. It was a new chapter, and I was eager to see where it would lead.

Travis was already up, moving around the kitchen, the sound of clinking dishes faintly reaching my ears. As I stretched and sat up, a cozy warmth enveloped me, a lingering sense of contentment from the night before.

"Good morning," he greeted me, a warm smile gracing his lips as he brought over a steaming cup of coffee.

"Morning," I replied, accepting the mug with a grateful smile. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the morning air, creating a comforting atmosphere.

We settled into a comfortable silence, the soft hum of the city outside the window acting as a soothing backdrop to our morning. There was an unspoken ease between us, a quiet understanding that made the moments together feel effortless.

Travis joined me on the couch, a comfortable distance between us yet an undeniable closeness in the air. We sipped our coffee, exchanging occasional smiles, letting the morning unfold in its unhurried pace.

"Last night was fun," I remarked, breaking the silence as I reminisced about our conversations and shared laughter.

"Yeah, it was great," he agreed, a genuine warmth in his voice. "I didn't expect it to be this... easy."

"I know what you mean," I nodded, tracing the rim of the coffee mug with my fingertip. "It just felt right, didn't it?"

Travis nodded, his eyes meeting mine with a sense of understanding. "Definitely."

We spent the morning in the simple pleasure of each other's company, sharing stories and laughter as the day gradually unfolded. There was a certain ease in our interactions, a feeling of familiarity despite the newness of our connection.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, painting the room with a golden hue, Travis glanced at the clock. "I hate to rush this, but I've got a few things to take care of today."

"No worries," I assured him, placing the empty mug on the table. "I've got to get back to new york, my pilot will be here at 10."

He walked me to the door, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "I had a great time. I hope we can do this again soon." He placed a soft yet meaningful kiss on my lips, his lips lingerd on mine for a few seconds. "Maybe I will get an invite to your next game?" I jokingly question,"You are always welcome, just let me know and i will be here."