Tayvis one shots

Almost caught

The night was supposed to be perfect. Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce had planned a quiet evening at his house, far from the spotlight that constantly followed them. After a whirlwind of media attention surrounding their rumored relationship, they cherished these private moments where they could simply be together without the world watching. They had spent the evening laughing, talking, and cooking dinner together. Taylor, dressed down in one of Travis's old college sweatshirts, felt at ease, something she rarely experienced outside these walls.

As they finished their meal and settled on the couch, the mood shifted from playful to something more intimate. The two shared quiet conversation, their voices low as they discussed everything from their careers to their fears and dreams. It was in these moments that Taylor felt truly connected to Travis, as if the world outside didn't exist. The chemistry between them was undeniable, and both felt that their relationship was quickly deepening into something much more serious.

But their peace was abruptly shattered by the sound of keys jingling at the front door. Taylor's heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with Travis, his expression mirroring her shock. They hadn't planned for this. No one was supposed to know she was here.

Before either of them could react, the door swung open, revealing the familiar voices of Travis's parents and his older brother, Jason, who had apparently decided to drop by for an impromptu family visit.

"Surprise! We thought we'd bring over some dessert!" Travis's mother announced cheerfully, holding up a large container of homemade pie.

Travis leaped off the couch, his mind racing. He hadn't told his family about Taylor being over. Hell, he hadn't even told them they were seeing each other yet. Their relationship was still so new, and he wanted to keep it private until they figured things out. But now, with his family standing in the doorway, Taylor was trapped in the house with nowhere to hide.

"Mom, Dad, Jason—hey!" Travis said, trying to sound casual, but his voice was laced with panic. He moved quickly to block their view of the living room, where Taylor's shoes and her purse were still in plain sight. "Uh, what a nice surprise!" He was stalling, his brain working overtime to figure out how to get Taylor out of this without arousing suspicion.

Taylor, meanwhile, was frozen on the couch, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she needed to hide, but there was nowhere to go. In a split second, she made a decision and darted toward the hallway, looking for somewhere—anywhere—to disappear. Just as she rounded the corner, she spotted a closet and slipped inside, pulling the door shut behind her as quietly as possible.

But just as she thought she was safe, she realized she wasn't alone. The closet was full of boxes and old sports gear, but it wasn't the clutter that made her gasp. It was Travis's dog, Rambo, a large and excitable mastiff, who had been napping inside. Rambo, startled by the sudden intrusion, let out a low growl before his eyes focused on Taylor, instantly recognizing her scent. His growl turned into a loud bark, echoing through the closet and out into the hallway.

Taylor's eyes widened in horror. She quickly knelt down, whispering desperately, "Shhh, Rambo, please!" But it was too late.

Travis's family had already heard the commotion. "What was that?" Jason asked, his voice tinged with curiosity as he stepped closer to the hallway.

Thinking fast, Travis shot forward and practically blocked the hallway entrance with his body. "Nothing! Just... Rambo, you know how he gets when he's excited," he said, trying to sound convincing. But Jason wasn't buying it. He pushed past Travis, heading straight for the hallway.

"Rambo doesn't bark for no reason," Jason muttered, now just a few feet away from the closet door. "What's going on, Trav?"

Travis's heart raced as he grabbed Jason by the shoulder, trying to divert his attention. "Come on, man, let's go get some of that pie Mom brought. You know how much you love her apple pie."

Jason shrugged him off, his curiosity getting the better of him. "You're acting weird, Trav. I just want to check on Rambo."

Taylor's breath caught in her throat. If Jason opened that door, there would be no explaining this. The headlines would write themselves: Taylor Swift Caught Hiding in Travis Kelce's Closet. Their privacy, their growing relationship—it would all be blown wide open.

Just as Jason's hand reached for the doorknob, Travis's mother called out from the kitchen. "Jason! Come help me with these plates, would you?"

Jason paused, his hand hovering over the doorknob, before finally pulling back. He shot Travis a suspicious glance but turned around to head to the kitchen. Travis exhaled a shaky breath, his heart still pounding. That was too close. Way too close.

Travis's mother poked her head out from the kitchen, noticing the tension in the air. "Travis, sweetheart, is everything okay? You're looking a bit flushed."

"Uh, yeah, Mom, everything's fine. Just... a lot on my mind," Travis said, his voice strained as he forced a smile. "I'll be right there."