Requested by: @USMCRules
The stadium was a sea of lights, flashing in sync with the pounding bass of Taylor's latest hit. The crowd was electrified, every person on their feet, chanting, clapping, and singing along. Amidst the sea of fans, Travis sat in a private box, trying to blend into the darkness while being a beacon of his own defiance. Recovering from a severe concussion sustained in the coldest game of the season, he was supposed to be at home, resting. But instead, he was here, captivated by the vibrant spectacle before him.
Taylor had specifically instructed him to stay home and take it easy, away from the blaring lights and deafening music that were part and parcel of her performances. Despite his best efforts to adhere to the doctor's orders, the allure of Taylor's show and his desire to support her led him to sneak out. He knew it was a risk, but the sight of her on stage, her voice resonating through the stadium, was too compelling to resist.
From the moment the concert began, Travis felt a twinge of regret. The loud sounds were painful, and the bright lights made his head throb, but he stubbornly remained in his seat, determined to see Taylor perform. His presence was kept discreet, cloaked in a dark hoodie and sunglasses, hoping to avoid drawing attention. The stadium lights played tricks with his vision, and the roaring crowd was a cacophony he had hoped to avoid.
As Taylor reached the final song of the set, "Karma," she sang with an emotional intensity that only came from personal experience. She scanned the crowd, her eyes falling upon the private box. There, in the dimness, Travis's outline was unmistakable. Taylor's breath hitched, her heart pounding as she recognized him. Her gaze locked with his, and she struggled to maintain her composure. Her expression shifted from shock to concern, and her performance faltered momentarily as she tried to regain her focus.
After the final note of "Karma" reverberated through the arena, Taylor wasted no time exiting the stage. The adrenaline from the performance surged through her, but it was quickly overshadowed by the anxiety of knowing Travis was there. Her team, sensing her distress, alerted security to assist in locating Travis and bringing him backstage.
The backstage area was a whirlwind of activity as Taylor's team and security worked quickly. Travis, still seated in the private box, was approached by a couple of security guards. They guided him through the maze of corridors to where Taylor was waiting, her worry evident in every line of her face.
"Travis," Taylor's voice was both relieved and angry as she confronted him. "What are you doing here?"
Travis looked sheepish, his usual confidence diminished by the severity of his condition. "I wanted to see you perform. I didn't think it would be this bad."
Taylor's eyes flashed with frustration. "I specifically told you to stay home. You're supposed to be resting, not subjecting yourself to bright lights and loud noises. What were you thinking?"
Travis attempted to explain, but Taylor cut him off. "If you don't go home right now, I'm calling Jason. You know he'll be furious if he finds out you're ignoring the doctor's orders."
The mere mention of Jason, Travis's brother, who had a well-earned reputation for enforcing rules and prioritizing health, made Travis's expression fall. He knew Jason's reaction would be severe and didn't want to face that.
"Alright, alright," Travis said, his voice tinged with defeat. "I'll go home. I'm sorry."
Taylor, still visibly upset, took Travis's hand firmly. They exited the stadium, their hands intertwined in a silent show of support and understanding. As they walked to the car, the weight of the situation hung heavily between them. Taylor's concern was evident in her every step, her mind already filled with plans for how to handle Travis's recovery when they got home.
The drive home was quiet, marked by the occasional uncomfortable silence. Taylor focused on navigating the dark roads, her worry for Travis casting a shadow over her thoughts. She was both relieved and angry, emotions she struggled to reconcile as she drove.
Once they arrived home, Taylor's authority reasserted itself. "Go to bed, Travis. You need to rest. I'll take care of everything down here."
Travis nodded, recognizing the finality in her tone. He trudged upstairs, feeling the cumulative exhaustion of the night. As he prepared for bed, he couldn't help but reflect on the events of the evening. Despite his remorse, a part of him felt justified in his decision to attend Taylor's show, but he knew he had made a mistake.
Taylor settled downstairs with the cats, who had quickly taken up residence on the couch beside her. She turned on "Law & Order: SVU," seeking comfort in the familiar rhythms of the show. The cats' soothing purring and the steady pace of the show provided a welcome distraction from her earlier frustration.
As the hours passed, Taylor's thoughts kept drifting back to Travis. She decided to check on him before heading to bed. Climbing the stairs, she was relieved to find Travis already asleep, his exhaustion evident in his deep, even breaths. He was sprawled across the bed, a peaceful contrast to the turmoil of the day.
Taylor smiled softly, a mix of relief and exasperation on her face. She took out her phone and snapped a picture of Travis, capturing his vulnerable state. She then sent the photo to the group chat she shared with Kylie, Donna, Ed, and Jason, adding a caption that reflected her frustration and concern: "When you don't listen to your wife or the doctors saying don't do anything with bright lights or loud sounds instead you go to your wife's concert."
The group chat erupted with responses almost immediately.
**Kylie:** "Oh my God, Taylor! Is Travis okay? I can't believe he went to the concert after everything. Jason's gonna lose it."
**Donna:** "That's definitely not okay. But I'm glad he's home and resting now. I hope he listens to you from now on. Poor thing must be exhausted."
**Ed:** "Seriously? Travis, what were you thinking? You need to take care of yourself. I'm sure Jason's already fuming."
**Jason:** "Taylor, I'm going to have a serious talk with him. He's lucky you're handling this so well. I'll make sure he understands how serious this is. Thanks for keeping us updated."
Taylor read the responses with a mixture of amusement and relief. It was comforting to know that Travis's family was just as concerned and supportive as she was. She placed her phone down and decided to return to the living room for a bit longer, hoping the calm of the cats and the show would help her unwind.
When Taylor eventually went upstairs to bed, she was met with the sight of Travis still sound asleep. She carefully adjusted the covers around him and settled beside him, her heart full of both frustration and affection. Despite the earlier anger, seeing him asleep so peacefully was a reminder of why she cared so deeply.
As she drifted off to sleep, she hoped that this incident would serve as a lesson for both of them. Love meant sometimes making tough decisions and enforcing boundaries, even when they were challenging. Taylor knew that their love would continue to guide them through every challenge, big or small.
And as she slept, Taylor took comfort in the knowledge that, despite the difficulties, their relationship would endure and grow stronger with every hurdle they faced together.
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