Tayvis one shots

Brother best friend

Taylor Swift glanced around the cozy living room of her brother Austin's apartment, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in her stomach. It wasn't the intimate family gathering that had her on edge but the presence of someone else in the room—Travis Kelce, Austin's best friend.

Tall, charismatic, and full of charm, Travis had been a fixture at Swift family gatherings for as long as Taylor could remember. But in recent months, something had shifted. What had started as friendly banter and casual conversations had evolved into secretive texts, stolen moments, and late-night phone calls. Taylor and Travis were dating, a fact they had kept hidden from everyone, especially Austin.

As Taylor poured herself a glass of water, she couldn't help but feel Travis's eyes on her. She glanced up and caught his gaze across the room. He offered her a small, knowing smile, one that sent her heart racing. She returned it with a subtle smile of her own, the kind only they could decode, before quickly looking away.

Austin's voice broke through her thoughts. "Taylor, are you staying for the game?" he asked, holding up a bag of chips. "Travis and I are gonna watch the highlights from last week's match."

Taylor hesitated. Watching football wasn't usually her thing, but Travis's presence made the idea more appealing. She glanced at Travis, who raised an eyebrow playfully, as if daring her to join them. "Sure, why not," she replied, trying to sound casual.

They settled into the couch, Austin oblivious to the silent communication between his sister and best friend. As the game started, Taylor found herself paying more attention to Travis than the screen. Every so often, their fingers would brush or their knees would touch, sending electric sparks through her. It was thrilling but also nerve-wracking, knowing they had to keep their relationship a secret.

Halfway through the game, Austin got up to grab more snacks. Travis leaned in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're killing me, you know that?" he murmured, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Taylor bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "What did I do?" she whispered back.

Travis grinned. "Being this close and not being able to kiss you? It's torture."

Before Taylor could respond, Austin returned, oblivious to the charged moment he had interrupted. "So, Taylor, how's the new album coming along?" he asked, handing her a bowl of popcorn.

Taylor took the bowl, grateful for the distraction. "It's going well. A lot of late nights, but it's coming together." She glanced at Travis, who gave her a supportive nod. They had shared some of those late nights, talking about her music, life, and everything in between.

As the evening wore on, the tension between Taylor and Travis became almost palpable, at least to them. They knew they had to be careful, especially around Austin, who had no idea what was going on. But as the game ended and Austin began tidying up, Travis saw an opportunity.

"I'll help you clean up," Travis offered, standing and grabbing a few empty bottles. As he walked to the kitchen, he subtly gestured for Taylor to follow him.

In the kitchen, away from Austin's watchful eyes, Travis placed the bottles on the counter and turned to Taylor. They stood close, the space between them charged with unspoken words and hidden emotions.

"Taylor," Travis began, his voice soft but serious, "I don't know how much longer I can keep this a secret from Austin. He's my best friend, and I hate lying to him. But I also don't want to lose what we have."

Taylor sighed, reaching out to take his hand. "I know, Travis. I feel the same way. But I'm just not ready to tell him yet. I want to, but I need to find the right moment."

Travis nodded, squeezing her hand. "I get it. I just... I don't want to keep sneaking around. It doesn't feel right."

Taylor looked up at him, her eyes filled with emotion. "We'll figure it out. I promise. Just... give me a little more time?"

Before Travis could respond, Austin walked into the kitchen. They quickly separated, pretending to busy themselves with cleaning. "Thanks for the help, guys," Austin said, oblivious to the tension. "You're the best."

As Taylor and Travis exchanged one last, lingering glance, she felt a pang of guilt. Keeping this secret was getting harder, especially when every moment with Travis felt so right. But for now, they'd have to continue navigating these hidden harmonies, waiting for the day they could finally come clean.