Tayvis one-shots (3)

Unforgettable Night at the Eras Tour (requested)

The Eras Tour was in full swing, and the anticipation in the stadium was palpable. Fans filled every seat, their excitement mounting as the lights dimmed and the opening chords of Taylor's first song echoed through the venue. It was a night that promised magic, and Taylor was determined to give her all to the audience that had supported her throughout her career.

Backstage, Travis stood with a proud smile, watching as Taylor took the stage. She looked radiant in her sparkling outfit, her energy infectious as she performed hit after hit. Travis marveled at her ability to connect with the crowd, her voice strong and clear as she sang each song with passion and emotion.

As the concert progressed, Taylor moved seamlessly through the different eras of her music, each set change bringing new surprises and memories for her fans. Travis couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as he watched her command the stage, knowing how much this tour meant to her.

However, as the night wore on, Travis noticed a change in Taylor. She seemed to be moving more slowly, her usual boundless energy waning. He frowned, his concern growing with each passing minute. Taylor had been working tirelessly, balancing rehearsals, interviews, and performances, and he knew how exhausting it all could be.

During a brief interlude, Travis made his way to the side of the stage, hoping to catch Taylor's attention. He managed to get a glimpse of her, and his worry deepened when he saw the strain in her eyes.

"Hey, Tay," he called out softly, trying not to alarm her. "You okay?"

Taylor glanced over and gave him a tired smile. "I'm fine, Trav. Just a little worn out. It's nothing I can't handle."

Travis nodded, though he wasn't entirely convinced. He decided to stay close by, keeping a watchful eye on her as the concert continued.

As Taylor began her next song, "All Too Well," the fans erupted in cheers, singing along with every word. Taylor poured her heart into the performance, her voice carrying the raw emotion of the lyrics. But as she reached the climax of the song, Travis noticed her faltering. She swayed slightly, her face pale under the stage lights.

The crowd was so engrossed in the music that they didn't notice at first, but Travis's heart skipped a beat. He started moving towards the stage, his eyes never leaving Taylor. And then, just as she was about to finish the song, she stumbled and fell.

Gasps rippled through the audience, and the music stopped abruptly. Travis leaped onto the stage, reaching Taylor's side in an instant. She was unconscious, her body limp in his arms.

"Taylor!" Travis shouted, his voice filled with panic. "Somebody get help!"

The crew rushed forward, and the stadium lights came up as medics hurried onto the stage. The fans were in shock, their excitement replaced by fear and concern. Travis cradled Taylor's head, whispering soothing words as the medics checked her vitals.

"She's dehydrated and exhausted," one of the medics said after a quick examination. "We need to get her backstage and monitor her."

Travis nodded, his jaw clenched with worry. "I'm coming with you."

With the help of the medics, Travis carefully lifted Taylor and carried her backstage. The crew cleared a path, and the fans watched in stunned silence as their idol was taken away. Once they were behind the curtains, the medics set up a makeshift area to tend to Taylor.

Travis stayed by her side, holding her hand as the medics administered fluids and checked her condition. He stroked her hair gently, his heart aching at the sight of her so vulnerable.

"Come on, Tay," he murmured. "You're strong. You've got this."

After what felt like an eternity, Taylor's eyelids fluttered, and she slowly regained consciousness. She blinked, disoriented, and then focused on Travis's worried face.

"Trav?" she whispered, her voice weak.

"I'm here, sweetheart," Travis said, relief flooding his voice. "You passed out on stage. The medics say you're dehydrated and exhausted."

Taylor sighed, closing her eyes briefly. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "I didn't want to worry anyone."

Travis shook his head, his expression softening. "You don't have to apologize, Tay. You've been pushing yourself too hard. You need to take care of yourself."

The medics assured them that Taylor would be fine with some rest and hydration. They suggested she take the rest of the night off to recover, but Taylor protested.

"The fans..." she started, but Travis cut her off gently.

"They'll understand, Tay. They care about you and your health more than anything. I care about you more than anything," he said, his voice firm but loving.

Taylor nodded, tears of frustration and exhaustion welling up in her eyes. "Okay, you're right. I just hate letting them down."

"You're not letting anyone down," Travis reassured her. "You've given them an amazing show already. They just want you to be healthy and happy."

Taylor squeezed his hand, taking comfort in his words. "Thank you, Trav. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out," he said softly, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

As the medics finished their checks, Travis stayed by Taylor's side, helping her drink water and making sure she was comfortable. Word quickly spread through the stadium, and the host of the event took to the stage to address the audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure you're all concerned about Taylor. She's backstage and receiving the care she needs. She wants you to know she loves you all and appreciates your understanding. Let's all send her our best wishes for a quick recovery."

The crowd responded with cheers and applause, their support and love for Taylor clear. Backstage, Taylor listened to the announcement, tears of gratitude filling her eyes.

"They're amazing," she said softly. "I have the best fans in the world."

"And they have the best artist in the world," Travis replied, his voice filled with pride. "Now let's get you home so you can rest."

Taylor nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. With Travis's help, she stood up, leaning on him for support. They made their way out of the venue, surrounded by security and well-wishers. The fans outside cheered and called out messages of love and support, and Taylor waved weakly, her heart full of gratitude.

Once they were in the car, Taylor leaned her head on Travis's shoulder, exhaustion finally catching up with her. "Thank you for being here, Trav. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out," Travis said, echoing his earlier promise. "I'm here for you, always."

Taylor closed her eyes, feeling safe and loved in Travis's arms. Despite the scare, she knew she was lucky to have him by her side. As they drove away from the stadium, she silently vowed to take better care of herself, for her fans, for her music, but most importantly, for Travis and the love they shared.