Taylor Swift & Travis Kelce (Tayvis) One-Shots

18.0: your comfort.

"Hello?" Travis didn't even look at the phone before answering it. He had been snuggled in his head for a while, and sleep had hit him like a ton of bricks when he crawled into his bed hours ago. On the other end of the phone, all he could hear was crying. He knew it was Taylor. "What's wrong, babe?" He asked, he took the phone from his ear, looking at the time. It was 10 PM for him, so for her, it had to be 3 AM. Why wasn't she asleep? 

"I just really miss you, and I wish you were here with me." He knew what that meant. Somehow she had made herself upset by overthinking or she had a dream where he did something to hurt her own feelings. 

"Aw, baby. Don't cry." He told her, he sat up in bed, eyes still closed. He was extremely tired, but obviously, she needed him more right now. "What can I do to make you feel better?" He asked. He was searching for an answer himself, but he couldn't come up with one, given he was still half asleep. 

"Can you talk to me until I go to sleep?" She asked. He could hear her move around on the other end of the phone, most likely getting comfortable in her hotel room bed. 

"Of course, baby." He told her. "What should we talk about?" He tried his best to open his eyes, but almost as if they were magnetic, they closed again instantly. 

"I don't know." She told him with a sigh. "How was practice?" She asked. She had calmed down a bit. She was still upset, but at least she was able to talk. His voice alone was soothing to her. 

"Ah." Travis said. "Twisted my ankle a bit. But it was pretty good."

"Oh my God. Are you ok?"Now she was worried and wanted to cry for him. She was just in a crying mood tonight. She was in her feelings for some reason, and she couldn't explain why. She wished she could, so she could get herself in check. 

"Yeah, it's fine. I got it wrapped up so it doesn't get any worse." She wasn't too sure if he was telling the truth or not about his ankle. She knew he could be very vague, especially when it came to injuries. His goal was to always play, even if he was hurt. Even though she wanted to press the issue. she knew she shouldn't. He was just going to act as if it wasn't as bad as it was anyway. Plus, he didn't want her to worry. She was across the ocean from him, and clearly, she was upset about something, even if she didn't say exactly what. Worrying her when she was a long flight away wasn't the best idea. 

They sat on the phone, talking about any and everything for what felt like hours. Both had rested in their beds, eyes closed, but still talking. They were each other's comfort. They could call each other no matter what time of day it was and instantly feel better. After so long, the phone fell silent. "Babe?" He questioned, getting nothing as a response. He placed his phone on the side of the bed that she usually slept on, and plugged it in. He was sure she had fallen asleep, but even if she hadn't he wasn't going to hang up the phone. He could hear her breathing mildly after a few moments, letting him know that she was indeed asleep. He didn't know what was going on in that little head of hers, but he was happy to know that he had soothed her enough from all these miles away to get her to finally sleep. He made himself comfortable once again under his sheets and went to sleep himself.