You Belong With Me~Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce

Chapter Eighteen: Family Lunch

I slept for 3 hours last night and am running solely off of coffee, dr. Pepper, and chicken right now😭💀

                              No one's pov

"I'm never drinking again." Taylor groaned as she took to ibuprofens and downed a cup of water.

"You say that every time." Travis replied as Taylor passed him the bottle of ibuprofen.

"I mean it this time." Taylor sighed, setting her head in her hands.

"What did we even do last night?" Taylor asked after a few minutes of silence.

"I can barely remember. All I remember is that you were dancing on top of a table to a Fall Out Boy song at one point." Travis replied and Taylor just groaned louder. "Really?"

"Yeah, it was pretty funny." Travis chuckled and Taylor grabbed a coffee sweetener packet, chucking it at him while mumbling "dick" under her breathe. Travis caught to packet with ease, making Taylor curse the fact that she thought it would hit him even thought he's a professional football player.

"I'm making coffee. Do you want some to go with your sweetener packet?" Taylor asked, walking over to the coffee maker to start a pot. "Sure." Travis agreed.

As Taylor was making the coffee, a thought popped in her head. "Uh, Travis?"

"Yeah?" Travis replied, lifting his head up from the table. "What time is it?"

"Uh, 10:45, why?" Travis asked, confused as to why Taylor looks like she saw a ghost.

"Isn't your family supposed to be here at 11:30 for lunch and to celebrate the win?" Taylor asked and Travis' eyes widened. "Ah, dammit."

"We should probably get ready then! I mean, I'm sure your family's used to seeing you in just shorts 'cause you're a boy and boys do that for some reason, but w also sure they won't be thrilled to witness me in nothing but underwear and your jersey." Taylor sighed, starting to walk to stairs so she could go change.

"Oh, please! They'd be lucky to witness this, I know I am!" Travis yelled towards her and Taylor flipped him off while without looking back as she walked up the stairs.

Taylor quickly changed into some jeans and a red turtleneck sweater to cover up the hickeys on her neck. Oh, so that's what we did last night after the party, which also explains why my legs hurts so much. Taylor thought as she examined all the bruises carefully. Sometimes I really hate drunk sex. Of course, it's fun and enjoyable in the moment, but you completely forget about it in the morning and are just left with the pain to commemorate it.

As Taylor was putting on her TNT bracelet that Travis gifted her, he entered the room. "About time, what the duck were you doing down there for so long?"

"I made myself some toast." He shrugged and Taylor sighed. "Really? We're just about to eat with your family. Why do you have to go make toast now?" She internally facepalmed.

"Hey! I'm a growing boy! I don't need your judgment." Travis jutted his bottom lip out and shook his head. Taylor chuckled. "You're a baby, you know that?"

Travis just shook his head. "You weren't saying that last night." And laughed and Taylor hit him on the shoulder. "How do you even remember what happened last night? I have no recollection of it."

"Well, you were more hammered than I was." He replied, going into the closet to find some clothes. "What are we gonna eat? I was planning on getting up at nine to start cooking, they'll be here In thirty minutes and we've got nothing." Taylor asked.