new romantics - taylor swift and travis kelce

You brace for the sound You've only heard on TV

-travis pov-

I'm throwing a ball with Patrick to warm up for practice. We are gearing up for the next pre-season game in two days against the Jacksonville Jaguars on their home turf. The start of the season is getting closer, and I'm pumped for a new shot at getting that third win in a row.

We are hungry for that win, maybe more than ever. But with a new season comes new players drafted from college, and players traded to and from other teams. It means our team needs to find a new way to mesh with new people. It makes it interesting because each year is different, but it's also a challenge. The team last year was on fire, but this year we might suck because we lost some good ass players. Who knows if we will get our shit together and play some good ball. Only time will tell.

"kelce, sideline" comes from coach Reed from my right. I furrow my eyebrows and head over to him, and next to him our GM Brett Veach stands and looks.... intense. He is usually a cool dude that you can come to with everything, but today he looks damn serious.

Did I do something wrong and just forget about it? I don't think so. I don't make it a habit to pull shit like I once did in my youth.

"Brett needs to talk to you," coach says and leaves me in the hands of our GM.

"what's going on?" I ask and wipe some sweat from my forehead. We already did conditioning this morning, so I'm sweaty.

"I just got a call. The Swift family has tried to get in contact with you... something happened in London" he hesitates and I'm confused. Why would they contact the GM and not just wait until I'm done with practice?

"there has been an attack on your girlfriends' concert. I don't have too many details, I just know Miss Swift was hurt. Her father is waiting for your call. You're obviously excused from practice to deal with this."

Blood drains from my face at the mention of Taylor getting hurt. I had a sick feeling in my stomach after Vienna, but I brushed it off as being overprotective. After all, we were assured that the security in London would be top of the line with armed guards and plenty of security staff. It was supposed to be safe for her and her fans, but now something happened.

"of course, if you need to fly there for a few days we can put in your backup for the next pre-season game. Depending on what you want to do and how long it takes"

People often talk shit about their GM, but ours is pretty damn great. He always has the player's best interest in mind, and not just regarding what happens on the field. He cares about us as actual people, not just as his players.

With nausea building up I thank him for informing me, let him know I will tell him if I need to leave, and head to the locker room to find my damn phone. My legs feel like they might give out under me. Knowing Taylor this is her worst fear coming true. She has always been scared that something would happen at one of her concerts, putting fans in harm's way. And now that fear has come true. She will never be the same again.

Digging through my bag I find my phone, and sure enough, there are plenty of unanswered calls from Scott, tree, Andrea, and Erica. Everyone has been trying to get in contact with me... but I take note there is no call from Taylor. That is not good news.

With a deep breath, I sit down on the bench and pull up Scott's number. He is there in London with her, so he will have the most updated news. Thankfully he picks up after only a few rings.

"travis" There is so much emotion in just that word, he sounds exhausted and on the verge of tears.

"what's going on Scott? They told me Taylor was hurt. Is.... is it true... is she okay? fuck what's going on?" there is panic in my voice, she needs to be okay. I can't live in a world where she doesn't exist, and my mind immediately goes to the worst-case scenario.