Tayvis one-shots (3)

An Unexpected Fall (requested)

Taylor was preparing backstage for another unforgettable performance during her Eras Tour. Tonight was special; Travis, her boyfriend, was in the audience, and she couldn't wait to give him a show to remember. The energy was electric as she ran through her final checks and warmed up her voice.

As she stepped onto the stage, the roar of the crowd greeted her. Taylor soaked in the adoration, her heart swelling with gratitude and excitement. The setlist was a carefully curated mix of her greatest hits, and the anticipation built as she approached the performance of "Midnight Rain."

The stage was bathed in dark blue and purple lights, creating a mysterious, atmospheric mood. Taylor's outfit shimmered under the lights, reflecting the midnight theme. As the song began, she moved gracefully across the stage, her voice captivating the thousands of fans who had come to see her.

Travis watched from the side, his eyes glued to Taylor. He loved seeing her perform, watching how she owned the stage and connected with her fans. It was one of the many things he admired about her.

As the song reached its dramatic midpoint, Taylor prepared for a key part of the choreography. She was supposed to fall back into the arms of her backup dancers, a move that required precise timing and trust. But tonight, something went wrong. As Taylor leaned back, she felt the momentary panic of nothing catching her.

The crowd gasped as Taylor fell, her arms flailing slightly as she realized the safety net of her dancers was not there. Time seemed to slow down. Travis's heart leapt into his throat as he saw Taylor falling, and before he knew it, he was rushing onto the stage.

Taylor hit the ground hard, her microphone clattering to the floor. The music stopped abruptly, and a shocked silence fell over the stadium. Travis reached her side in seconds, kneeling down and gently cradling her head.

"Babe, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Taylor winced, pain shooting through her back and wrist. "I think... I think I'm okay," she said, trying to sit up but wincing again.

"Don't move too quickly," Travis advised, looking around for help. The stage crew and her dancers were already rushing over, their faces pale with worry.

"We need a medic!" someone shouted.

Travis stayed close to Taylor, holding her hand as she tried to assess her injuries. The adrenaline was masking some of the pain, but she could tell her wrist was likely sprained, if not broken.

"I'm so sorry, Taylor," one of the dancers said, his face stricken with guilt. "I don't know what happened."

"It's okay," Taylor managed to say, her voice strained. "Accidents happen."

The medics arrived and carefully examined her. "We need to get you to a hospital to make sure there's no serious damage," one of them said.

Travis helped Taylor to her feet, supporting her weight as they made their way off the stage. The crowd, still in shock, began to applaud, showing their support for Taylor even in this unexpected moment.

In the ambulance, Travis held Taylor's hand, his thumb gently stroking her skin. "You scared me back there, Tay," he admitted, his eyes reflecting his worry.

"I scared myself," Taylor replied with a weak smile. "Thank you for being there."

"Always," Travis said firmly. "I'm not going anywhere."

At the hospital, Taylor underwent X-rays and examinations. The doctor confirmed that she had a sprained wrist and some bruising, but thankfully, nothing was broken.

"You'll need to rest for a while and avoid using your wrist," the doctor advised. "But you should make a full recovery."

Taylor nodded, relieved that it wasn't more serious. As they left the hospital, Travis stayed close, his protective instincts on high alert.

"Let's get you home and comfortable," he said, guiding her to the car.

Back at Taylor's house, Travis helped her settle onto the couch, propping her wrist up with pillows and making sure she had everything she needed. He brought her a cup of tea and sat beside her, his worry still evident.

"How are you feeling?" he asked gently.

"A bit sore, but I'll be okay," Taylor replied, leaning against him. "Thank you for everything, Trav. I don't know what I would have done without you."

Travis kissed her forehead. "You don't have to thank me. I'm just glad you're alright."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the events of the night replaying in their minds. Taylor knew that the fall could have been much worse, and she was grateful for Travis's quick reaction.

"I'm sorry I scared you," she said softly.

"Hey, don't apologize," Travis replied, wrapping his arm around her. "Accidents happen. The important thing is that you're safe."

As the night wore on, they talked about the tour, the performance, and their future plans. Taylor found solace in Travis's presence, his calm and reassuring demeanor helping her to relax and focus on her recovery.

In the days that followed, Travis was by Taylor's side, helping her with everything from writing songs to simple tasks around the house. His support meant the world to her, and she realized just how lucky she was to have him in her life.

Their bond grew even stronger through this unexpected challenge, and Taylor knew that no matter what came their way, they could face it together. The engagement rumors, the pressures of their careers – none of it mattered as long as they had each other.

One evening, as they sat on the porch watching the sunset, Taylor turned to Travis with a grateful smile. "Thank you for being my rock, Trav. I don't know what I would do without you."

Travis smiled back, his eyes filled with love. "I'll always be here for you, Tay. Through everything."

In that moment, surrounded by the calm of the evening and the warmth of their love, Taylor knew that she had found something truly special. And as they faced the future together, she felt confident that they could handle anything life threw their way.