Travis’s phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Messages, tags, notifications, all of them about the same thing. A photo of Travis from last night at a bar surrounded by women holding a drink, laughing. And he told Taylor he was playing poker with the guys. Taylor sat in their living room. Travis’s phone in her hand waiting.

 When the door opened and Travis walked in, smiling, saying, “Hey babe.” She cut him off. “Poker, huh?” She threw the phone at him. Travis barely caught it. When he looked at the screen, his face changed completely. Taylor, this isn’t what it looks like, isn’t it? Because it looks to me like you lied to me.

 Went to a bar, flirted with a bunch of women, and posted it on social media. I didn’t flirt. They were fans. I don’t give a damn, Travis. Taylor shouted, her voice breaking. You always put everyone else first. The fans, the team, everyone. But you never think about me. The photo was everywhere. Twitter, Instagram, Tik Tok. Travis Kelsey at some upscale bar in downtown Kansas City, surrounded by four young women, all of them gorgeous, all of them clearly thrilled to be near him.

He had a whiskey in his hand, his arm around one girl’s shoulders in that casual, friendly way that could be interpreted a dozen different ways. He was laughing at something someone said, his head thrown back, looking relaxed and happy. And the caption from the person who posted it, “Just met Travis Kelsey at Barrel House.

 He’s even hotter in person. Fire. Where’s Taylor? Eyes. Where was Taylor? Taylor was at home where Travis had told her he’d be after his poker night with the guys. The photo had been posted at 11:47 p.m. last night. Travis hadn’t gotten home until 2:30 a.m. Taylor had been asleep when he came in, or at least pretending to be.

She’d heard him stumble slightly, smelled the whiskey on his breath when he kissed her forehead before climbing into bed. She’d waited until his breathing evened out in sleep before pulling out her phone and seeing her DMs absolutely exploded with people sending her that photo. She’d spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling, her mind racing.

 Now, in the harsh light of morning, she sat on their couch waiting for him to wake up. She’d transferred the photo to his phone so he’d see it immediately. She wanted to watch his face when he realized he’d been caught. Travis stood in their entryway, still in his sweats and Chief’s hoodie, staring at his phone.

 Taylor watched him process it. Watched his face go from confused to panicked to guilty in the span of 3 seconds. Taylor, I can explain. You have 60 seconds, Taylor said coldly. And I suggest you don’t lie to me again. Travis moved into the living room but didn’t sit. He paced, running his hand through his messy hair. The guys wanted to go out after practice.

 I said no initially, but Patrick and Pat and some of the others kept insisting. said, “I’ve been too serious lately. Needed to loosen up.” “So, you lied to me and went to a bar.” “I didn’t plan to lie. I was going to tell you, but you were on that Zoom call with your team, and I knew you’d be on it for hours, and the guys were waiting, so I just I sent you a text saying poker night instead.

” Instead of the truth, because I knew you’d be upset if I said bar, and I didn’t want to worry you. So, you chose to lie to me to make your life easier, Taylor said, her voice dangerously calm. And those women, the ones hanging all over you in that photo, they recognized me, asked for a picture. I said yes because I always say yes to fans.

 You don’t always say yes to me though, do you? Taylor stood up and Travis could see she’d been crying. Her eyes were red and puffy, her face blotchy. She’d been up all night. You know what the worst part is? Not even the lying. Not even the going to a bar when you said you’d be playing poker.

 The worst part is that you put your image, your relationship with fans, your need to be the nice guy above me, above us. That’s not fair, isn’t it? Taylor’s voice rose. Months of suppressed frustration, finally breaking free. Travis, I rearranged my entire recording schedule last month so I could go to that charity gala with you.

 I cut short my vacation with my family to fly back for your brother’s birthday. I show up to every single game, every single event, every single thing that matters to you. And when I ask you to just be honest with me, you can’t even do that. I was trying to protect you from what? From knowing you went to a bar.

 Travis, I’m not your mother. I’m not going to ground you or give you a curfew. I just wanted the truth. Travis stopped pacing. You’re right. You’re absolutely right. I should have just told you where I was going, but you didn’t because it was easier to lie and that’s what scares me. Taylor’s voice dropped, becoming small and vulnerable.

 If you’ll lie about something small like this, what else will you lie about? Nothing. Taylor, I swear this is it. This is the only thing. How do I know that? How do I trust you now? The question hung in the air between them. Travis had no good answer. I need you to leave, Taylor said quietly. What? I need space. I need to think. I need you to leave.

 Taylor, please can we just talk about this? We are talking about it, and I’m telling you, I need space. Please just go. Travis looked at her at the woman he loved, seeing the pain he’d caused written all over her face. Where am I supposed to go? I don’t care. Your brothers, a hotel. back to that bar for all I care. Just not here.

 Not right now. Travis grabbed his keys and his phone, moving toward the door. But he stopped turning back. I love you. I know I [ __ ] up, but I love you. That hasn’t changed. Taylor said nothing. She just stood there, arms wrapped around herself, watching him leave. The door closed, and Taylor collapsed onto the couch, finally letting herself really cry.

 Travis drove to Jason’s house, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white. His phone kept buzzing with notifications, but he ignored them all. Jason took one look at his brother’s face when he opened the door and said, “Come in.” Kylie put on coffee. “We’re going to need it.” In Jason’s kitchen, Travis told them everything.

 The poker lie, the bar, the women, the photo, the fight. “You’re an idiot,” Jason said when Travis finished. “I know. No, I mean you’re a special kind of idiot. Taylor Swift, the most famous woman in the world, loves you, trusts you, and you lied to her about going to a bar. I didn’t want her to worry.

 She wouldn’t have worried if you just told her the truth. Kylie interjected. Travis, women don’t get upset that you’re going out. We get upset when you lie about it because then we wonder what else you’re lying about. I’m not lying about anything else. Sh doesn’t know that. Jason said from her perspective, you just proved you’ll lie to her face to make your life easier.

That’s a trust violation, man. Travis put his head in his hands. I know. I know I [ __ ] up, but how do I fix it? You gravel, Kylie said simply. You apologize sincerely. You explain why you lied without making excuses. And you commit to never doing it again. I tried that. She kicked me out. Good. Jason said she should.

 You need to understand the gravity of what you did. And she needs space to process. How long should I give her? As long as she needs, Kylie said gently. But Travis, when she does let you back in, you better make damn sure you never lie to her again. Because women like Taylor don’t give third chances. Two days passed. Two days of Travis sleeping on Jason’s couch, checking his phone constantly, sending Taylor messages that went unread, leaving voicemails that went unanswered.

On the third day, Taylor finally responded. One word, okay, that was it. Just okay, but it was something. Travis immediately called. She didn’t answer. He texted, “Okay, what? Can we talk? Can I come home?” No response for 3 hours. Then I have a show tonight in Kansas City, Sprint Center.

 You can come if you want, but come to talk, not to watch.” Travis was there an hour before the show started. Taylor’s security team led him into the backstage area, but Taylor wasn’t in her dressing room yet. He waited, his leg bouncing nervously, going over what he wanted to say. When Taylor finally arrived, she looked exhausted. She’d been crying.

 He could tell her eyes had that puffy quality they got when she’d been crying for days. “Hi,” she said quietly. “Hi.” They stood there awkwardly, this couple who’d been together for over a year, who knew each other’s bodies and habits and dreams, suddenly feeling like strangers. “Thank you for letting me come,” Travis said.

 Taylor nodded, sitting in her makeup chair. “I needed time to think.” “And what did you think?” “I think you broke my trust. and I think that’s going to take time to rebuild. She looked at him in the mirror, but I also think I love you and I think this relationship is worth fighting for if you’re willing to actually fight for it.

 I am, Travis said immediately. Taylor, I am so sorry. I was stupid and thoughtless and I took you for granted. You deserve better than that. You deserve honesty and respect and someone who puts you first. Why did you lie? Taylor asked. Really? Not though I didn’t want to worry you. Excuse.

 Why did you lie? Travis took a deep breath. Because I knew you’d be disappointed. Because I knew you’d ask why I was choosing a bar over coming home to you. Because I was being selfish and I didn’t want to deal with the consequences of being selfish. Taylor turned to face him directly. That’s the real answer. Yeah. Thank you for being honest. Finally.

 I’m sorry it took me this long. Taylor was quiet for a moment. You know what hurts the most? It’s not even the lying. It’s that you didn’t think I was worth the truth. You thought protecting your fun night out was more important than being honest with me. You’re right. And there’s no excuse for that. No, there isn’t. Taylor stood up.

 Travis, I need to know this isn’t going to happen again. I need to know that you understand why this was such a violation. Because if you don’t get it, if you think I’m overreacting or being dramatic, then this isn’t going to work. I get it, Travis said firmly. I get why this hurt you. I get why you can’t trust me right now.

 I get that I [ __ ] up our relationship over something stupid. And I get that if I do something like this again, you’re going to leave me and I would deserve it. Taylor studied his face looking for sincerity. She must have found it because her expression softened slightly. I don’t want to be the girlfriend who has to check your phone or track your location or wonder who you’re with, she said quietly.

 But I also can’t be the girlfriend who gets lied to and just accepts it. You won’t have to be either of those. I promise. Complete honesty from now on. Even if I think it’ll upset you. Even if it’s uncomfortable. You get the truth. Even if you want to go out with the guys to a bar, especially then, I’ll tell you where I’m going, who I’ll be with, and when I’ll be home.

 And if that’s not okay with you, we’ll talk about it like adults instead of me lying about it. Taylor nodded slowly. Okay, okay, okay. But Travis, this is your one chance. I meant what I said. If you lie to me again, we’re done. I won’t give you another opportunity to break my trust. Understood. And thank you. Thank you for giving me this chance.

 Taylor stage manager knocked on the door. 5 minutes, Taylor. She stood smoothing down her dress. Will you stay for the show if you want me to? I want you to. Travis stayed. He watched from the side of the stage as Taylor performed for 20,000 people, commanding the stage the way only she could. But during the acoustic set, she did something unexpected.

 She sat down with her guitar and said, “I want to sing something I’ve never performed before. It’s about trust and forgiveness and second chances.” She played a song Travis had never heard with lyrics about lies and love and learning to trust again. And when she sang the bridge, you broke something precious.

 Now we’re picking up the glass slash. But maybe broken things can heal if we don’t run too fast. She looked directly at him. After the show, back in her dressing room, Travis pulled her into his arms. That song was that about us? I wrote it two days ago. In between crying and eating ice cream. It was beautiful. Sad but beautiful.

 That’s us right now. Sad but beautiful. Travis kissed the top of her head. Can I come home? Yes. But we need to have a real conversation about boundaries and honesty and what we both need from this relationship. I’m ready for that conversation. They went home together that night and they did have that conversation. It lasted until 3:00 a.m.

They talked about his tendency to avoid conflict by lying. They talked about her fear of being lied to because of past relationships. They talked about what honesty really meant and how to communicate better. If you want to go out with the guys, even to a bar, that’s fine. Taylor said, “I’m not your warden.

I just need you to tell me. And if you’re going to be late, text me. It’s not about permission. It’s about respect and consideration. I can do that. And if there are fans who want pictures, I’ll take them. But I’ll be mindful of how it looks. And I’ll always be thinking about how it would make you feel.

 I don’t want you to stop being nice to fans. That’s part of who you are. I just want to be your priority. You are my priority. I’m sorry I made you feel like you weren’t. 3 weeks later, Travis had another night out planned with the team. But this time, he did it right. Hey, the guys want to hit up that new sports bar after practice tomorrow.

 Probably be there until like 11 or so. You okay with that? Taylor looked up from her songwriting notebook. Of course. Have fun. You sure? Because if you want me home, I’ll come home. Travis, I trust you. Go have fun with your friends. Just text me if you’re going to be later than 11. Okay, deal.

 The next night, Travis sent her photos from the bar. Him and Patrick. Him and the team. When fans asked for pictures, he took them but kept appropriate distance. And at 10:45, he texted, “Heading out now, home by 11:30. Love you.” When he got home, Taylor was still awake, reading in bed. “How was it?” she asked. “Fun, but not as fun as being here with you.

” Taylor smiled, setting her book aside. “Smooth talker. Honest talker,” Travis corrected, climbing into bed next to her. “Everything I say to you from now on is the truth.” “Good, because I’m still watching you, Kelsey.” “Good. Watch me all you want. You won’t see anything but a guy who’s crazy about you and is done being stupid.

 Taylor laughed and the sound filled Travis with relief. They were okay. They’d survived this and they were stronger for it. You know, Taylor said, turning off the light. Broken things really can heal. Yeah, Travis agreed, pulling her close. They really can. If this story spoke to you, hit that like button and drop a comment about a time when honesty saved or strengthened your relationship.

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