call it what you want | Taylor Swift X Travis Kelce

Chapter 19

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"Tay!" Travis's voice echoed up the stairs once more, a touch of impatience twined in his tone, suggesting the waiting game was nearing its end.

"Give me a minute!" I hollered back, hastily setting down my makeup brush and glancing over one last time in the mirror, trying to ensure every detail was impeccable. Rushing down the stairs, the sharp clack of my heels resonated against the polished wood, betraying my eagerness to be downstairs.

At the foot of the stairs stood Travis, the epitome of sophistication in a suit that emphasized his rugged charm. His eyes sparkled with a mix of anticipation and jest. "Took you long enough," he teased, his smile warm and playful.

I chuckled softly, feigning a scowl. "You know I've got to look my best when we're off to view these multi-million-dollar estates." I rolled my eyes, playfully nudging him.

He extended his hand, and I intertwined my arm with his, feeling a bundle of excitement and nervousness swirling within me. Stepping out of the house, we ventured into the sleek car waiting in the driveway. The driver whisked us away toward the first property on our list.

These houses were nothing short of opulent. Nestled in serene outskirts, they were picturesque mansions that reeked of luxury. But as much as my financial capability allowed for them, I yearned for something simpler—a house that was more than just a grand structure, one that exuded warmth and family.

Our initial stop boasted impeccable landscaping, a sprawling property that seemed to stretch into eternity. Travis explored each room with enthusiasm, while I scanned for practicality, focusing on security and privacy.

"This view is incredible," Travis marveled, gazing through massive windows that framed a lush garden and a captivating pool area.

Agreeing, I scanned the rooms, my mind working overtime to envision the feasibility of living in such a spacious environment. "It's breathtaking, but perhaps a bit too open," I remarked, considering the immense expanse of glass.

Travis nodded in accord, acknowledging my concern. "Yeah, I get what you're saying. Let's move on to the next."

The subsequent properties were a mishmash of architectural styles and locations, each showcasing its distinct features. But none resonated as a family home. They were extravagant mansions, imposing and far too grand for our liking.

Traversing through each estate, I couldn't shake the gnawing feeling that none of these properties were the right fit. I glanced at Travis, seeing his excitement tempered by an understanding of my concerns.

"None of them?" Travis inquired as we settled into the car, heading toward yet another viewing.

I sighed softly, a mix of fatigue and disappointment seeping in. "They're magnificent, but something's always amiss. I want a place that's not so grand and feels like a home, you know? These security constraints make every option feel overly extravagant."

Travis nodded, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. "We'll find it. It has to feel right for both of us."

To be truthful, I was exhausted and ready to call it a day. The search felt endless, and I longed for nothing more than to return to Travis's house and sleep, instead we drove to the next house.

I found myself standing in a vast mansion, its towering ceilings and sprawling rooms exuded opulence. Despite its beauty, an overwhelming sense of intimidation shadowed my appreciation.

Travis, visibly thrilled, was brimming with excitement that didn't quite match my subdued reaction. "This is it!" he exclaimed, but his enthusiasm didn't resonate with me.

"It's stunning, but... it's too much," I hesitated, trying to articulate my feelings carefully.

"What do you mean, too much?" Travis's expression shifted, a glint of disappointment visible in his features.

"It's beautiful, but it doesn't feel like a home. It's more like a museum," I struggled to convey my perspective, hoping he'd understand.

Travis's excitement waned a bit. "I thought you liked luxurious spaces."

"I do, but this feels overwhelming. I want somewhere warm, not imposing," I clarified, attempting to bridge our viewpoints.

A heavy silence lingered between us, our differing opinions palpable in the air.

"I want us both to feel comfortable," Travis broke the silence, his tone softening.

"I want that too, but it seems we're not on the same page about what feels like 'home,'" I confessed, a trace of concern in my voice.

Travis took a deep breath, trying to reconcile our perspectives. "I want you to feel at ease too. Let's find a place that resonates with both of us."

"I'm too exhausted for this," I finally admitted, hoping to ease the tension. "Let's just go back to your place. We can revisit this tomorrow," I suggested, a hint of strain in my voice.

He pulled me into a comforting embrace, allowing me to lean against his chest.

"You're right, let's go," Travis murmured softly, understanding my need for a break in our search.

I laid in bed with travis next to me, he had fallen asleep hours ago but i couldn't do it,

I slipped out of the bed and grabbed my phone, I walked down stairs and called my mom,

"Sweetie, whats wrong?" My mom answered, she knew there must be something wrong when i called her at 2 in the morning,

"I don't know if i can do this," I said as a tear slipped down my cheek,

"Do what love?" She asked, I could hear her leaving her bedroom as to not wake my dad,

"This relationship, Maybe Tree was right, maybe I shouldn't have done this," I said as my faced swelled and I started to cry.

"What did he do?" My mom asked, but it was useless because he hadn't done anything, it was me, I Was being the problem, I didn't want to buy an extravagant house, he did, it was that simple yet I was going to break myself over it, "Tay, sweetie, I can't help you if you won't tell me,"

So I told her every detail about the day, Little did I know Travis had heard me downstairs and was stood in the kitchen doorway while I sat at the island facing the other way on the phone.