Tayvis one-shots (3)

Behind the Spotlight (requested)

Hi! This is a request but I decided to change it a little, I hope you guys enjoy it!
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Taylor paced the small dressing room, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sequined gown. The glittering fabric caught the light with each movement, but Taylor's mind was elsewhere. The argument with Travis earlier that morning had left her feeling uneasy, and now, with the spotlight about to shine on her, she was struggling to push past the lingering frustration.

Travis, her boyfriend and a star player in the Kansas City Chiefs of the National Football League, had promised he'd be at her concert. They had discussed it multiple times, and she had even rearranged some of her schedule to ensure they could spend time together. But as the day unfolded, Travis's commitments with the football team took precedence, and he missed her soundcheck—a detail Taylor found particularly upsetting.

Travis had called her before the game, his voice strained. "I'm really sorry, sweetheart. There's just a lot going on. I can't get away. I promise I'll be there as soon as I can."

Taylor tried to sound understanding, but the frustration in her voice was hard to hide. "I get it, Travis. I really do. But it feels like I'm always the one who has to adjust."

Now, as she prepared to go on stage, Taylor couldn't shake the lingering sense of disappointment. Her team was buzzing with last-minute preparations, and the crowd outside was electric, but Taylor's smile felt forced.

The concert went off without a hitch. Taylor delivered an electrifying performance, her voice soaring through the stadium as she sang hits from her latest album. But as she danced and sang, her thoughts kept drifting back to Taylor.

After the show, she was backstage, trying to relax and savor the afterglow of her performance. Her publicist, Tree, handed her a bottle of water. "You were amazing out there, Taylor. Seriously, the crowd loved it."

"Thanks, Tree," Maya replied with a tired smile. "I just hope Travis makes it in time for the after-party."

Travis, having finished his game with the team, arrived at the venue much later than expected. The football game had gone into overtime, and he was rushed through traffic, only to find himself at the edge of the backstage area, where he saw the excited crowd still buzzing from Taylor's performance.

When Travis finally found Taylor, she was chatting with a few close friends, her laughter cutting through the noise of the room. But when she saw Travis, her expression shifted. The tension that had built up earlier was still palpable.

"Hey," Travis said softly, approaching her.

"Hey," Taylor  replied, her tone polite but distant. "You made it."

Travis could see the frustration in her eyes, and he took a deep breath. "I'm really sorry about earlier. I know I promised I'd be here, and I didn't mean to let you down."

Taylor's eyes softened a bit, but the hurt was still visible. "It's not just about today, Trav. It's about feeling like I'm always put on the back burner. I've been rearranging my life to support you, and it feels like you're not willing to do the same for me."

Travis's expression grew more serious. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way. It's just been a tough season, and I wanted to be here for you. I'm sorry for not managing my time better."

Taylor took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the argument lift slightly. "I know it's hard, and I understand that your job is demanding. But I just need to feel like we're in this together, you know?"

Travis nodded, reaching out to take her hand. "I do. And I want to be here for you, Taylor. I just need to find a better way to balance things."

Taylor squeezed his hand, appreciating the gesture. "Let's just try to communicate better. I don't want to be the one who's always waiting for you to catch up."

Travis smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "Deal. And hey, I'm really proud of you tonight. You were incredible out there baby."

Taylor's smile returned, a little brighter now. "Thanks, babe. That means a lot."

As they stood there, hand in hand, the tension seemed to melt away. They still had a lot to work through, but for the moment, they were together, and that was what mattered most.

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter and shared moments. Travis made up for his earlier absence by being present and attentive, and Taylor found solace in his support. The argument, though unresolved in some ways, had brought them closer in others, reminding them both of the importance of their relationship and the need to cherish their stolen moments together.

The night ended with a sense of renewal. Taylor and Travis knew they had a lot to work on, but they also understood that their bond was strong enough to weather the storms. In the world of bright lights and public scrutiny, it was their private moments of understanding and love that truly mattered.