call it what you want | Taylor Swift X Travis Kelce

Chapter 32

As the plane taxied along the tarmac, my heart raced with anticipation. I couldn't wait to see Travis, to feel his arms around me, to seek solace in his reassuring presence after the emotional turmoil of the Brazil shows. The plane finally docked, and I hastily gathered my belongings, my eyes scanning the airport terminal for a glimpse of him.

There he was, leaning casually against a pillar, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on me. The instant our eyes met, a wave of relief washed over me, and I felt a smile tugging at my lips. With each step closer, the space between us seemed to shrink, the distance fading away until there was only him.

"Taylor," he called out, his voice laced with warmth and concern.

"Travis," I replied, a rush of emotions flooding my voice as I quickened my pace, closing the distance between us in seconds.

As soon as we were within arm's reach, he enveloped me in a tight embrace, his arms holding me close as if protecting me from the world. I buried my face in his shoulder, inhaling his familiar scent, feeling the weight of the past days melting away.

"I missed you," I whispered, my voice muffled against his shirt.

"I missed you more than words can say," he murmured, his words a soothing balm to my frayed emotions.

We stood there, locked in an embrace that conveyed a myriad of unspoken emotions. The bustling airport faded into the background as we held onto each other, seeking comfort in the simple act of being together. In that moment, the world seemed to slow down, granting us a precious respite from the chaos that had consumed us.

Finally releasing each other, we locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between us. With intertwined fingers, we made our way out of the airport, ready to embrace the moments we'd missed and cherish the togetherness we'd craved.

Travis's house exuded a sense of tranquility as we walked through the front door. The warmth of familiarity enveloped me, and I couldn't help but let out a soft sigh, feeling instantly at ease. It was a haven of calm after the tumultuous events in Brazil.

We settled on the plush couch in Travis's living room, surrounded by soft sunlight filtering through the windows. The day unfolded lazily, with the gentle hum of conversation filling the air. We talked about everything and nothing, allowing the moments to pass without the weight of urgency.

"So, how are you feeling?" Travis asked softly, sensing the weight I carried from the tragic incident in Brazil.

I took a deep breath, contemplating my emotions. "It's been overwhelming, to be honest," I admitted, my voice carrying a mix of sorrow and reflection. "Losing a fan... it's a profound loss. I can't shake the feeling of responsibility, the idea that somehow, I could've done more."

Travis listened attentively, his empathy evident in his eyes. "You can't carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, Tay. You've always been so caring, and that's part of what makes you incredible, but you can't control everything."

I nodded, appreciating his reassurance. "I know, but it's hard not to feel that way," I confessed.

"It's a testament to who you are, Tay. You care deeply, and that's a beautiful thing. But remember, you can't control every outcome," he said, his voice laced with understanding.

His words resonated with me, offering a sense of solace I desperately needed. We continued our conversation, effortlessly transitioning between light-hearted topics and moments of quiet reflection.

As the day waned, the sun casting a warm glow across the room, I felt a sense of peace settle within me. Being here, surrounded by someone who understood me so deeply, made the burden feel a little lighter.

"I'm glad you're here," Travis said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between us.

"Me too," I replied, offering a grateful smile.

The evening breeze gently rustled the curtains as the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm hue across the room. The day had been long and emotionally taxing, yet the tranquility of Travis's home embraced us like a comforting cocoon.

We retreated to his bedroom, the atmosphere serene and cocooned in a comforting silence. Nestled beneath the cozy covers, I found solace in the soothing embrace of Travis's arms. His presence offered a sense of security, a silent promise that everything would be okay.

As I lay there, the soft fabric of his sheets enveloping us, I felt a serene calm wash over me. The weight of the events in Brazil seemed to momentarily fade away in the tranquility of the room. Travis's steady breaths were a soothing rhythm, a gentle lullaby guiding me towards sleep.

I nestled closer to him, finding warmth and comfort in his embrace. His arms wrapped around me, creating a safe haven that seemed to banish all worries and uncertainties. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the steady heartbeat beneath his chest a gentle reminder of his unwavering presence.

With each passing moment, the room seemed to grow quieter, the troubles of the day fading into the peaceful night. Travis's arms felt like a shield against the weight of the world, offering solace and comfort that eased me into a restful slumber.