Taylor Swift one shots

A Date Attack

The evening had started perfectly. Taylor and Travis had managed to slip away for a quiet dinner at one of her favorite spots in downtown New York. The restaurant was tucked away, known for its discretion, a place where they could enjoy a moment of normalcy away from the constant gaze of the public.

Inside, the low hum of conversation and the soft clink of silverware against plates created a serene backdrop. Travis reached across the table, his large hand covering hers as he smiled at her, a look of calm and care in his eyes. Taylor had been thankful for his presence, the way he grounded her, made her feel safe in a world that often felt overwhelming.

"Been a while since we had a quiet night, huh?" he said, chuckling softly.

"Too long," she replied, her lips curving into a smile. "I miss this. Just being us."

They spent the next hour talking about everything and nothing—her upcoming tour, his latest game, their favorite books. With Travis, things always felt easy. She could be herself, the Taylor that only a few people really knew. It was a rare gift in her world.

But as they finished dinner and stepped outside, the real world came crashing back in. The moment they exited the restaurant, the flash of cameras was blinding. Paparazzi had somehow caught wind of where they were, and within minutes, a mob had gathered. Fans and photographers alike swarmed the sidewalk, shouting her name, trying to get a glimpse of the two of them together.

"Taylor! Taylor! Over here!"

"Taylor, is this official? Are you two dating?"

The questions came rapid-fire, the crowd pressing in closer, the cameras clicking relentlessly. Taylor felt her heart rate spike. It was the part of fame that never got easier—the lack of space, the invasion of her personal life. She squeezed Travis' hand tightly, hoping the panic rising in her chest wouldn't show on her face.

Travis stepped in front of her, his broad frame acting as a shield between her and the growing chaos. "Let's get you out of here," he said, his voice calm but firm.

They tried to move through the crowd, but it was like walking through a sea of bodies. People kept reaching for her, calling her name, phones thrust in her face for selfies she didn't want to take. A fan grabbed at her sleeve, pulling her back, and Taylor stumbled slightly. The sudden jostle made her heart pound harder.

"Taylor, over here!"

"Leave her alone!" Travis barked, his protective instinct kicking in. He wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as they navigated through the throng. His face was set in a hard line, his focus entirely on getting her to safety.

But the paparazzi didn't relent. The flashes kept coming, and Taylor felt the familiar rise of anxiety clawing at her. Her breathing quickened, her vision narrowing as the noise and the lights became too much. She wanted to scream, to push everyone away, to disappear into the quiet of the night with Travis, just the two of them, as it had been minutes before.

Finally, they reached the car waiting at the curb, and Travis opened the door, helping her inside before sliding in after her. The car doors shut, muffling the noise, but the flashes still pierced through the tinted windows.

Taylor pressed her palms to her temples, trying to steady her breath, her heart still racing. She felt trapped, the weight of the constant attention bearing down on her like a suffocating blanket.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Travis murmured, his hand on her knee, his voice a soothing balm against the storm raging in her head. "You're safe. We're out of there."

She leaned into him, her body trembling slightly. "It's just—sometimes it's too much. I can't escape it. I just wanted one night with you. Just one."

"I know," he said softly, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. "I'm sorry. I wish I could protect you from all of it."

His words, though simple, comforted her. He couldn't shield her from the world's relentless gaze, but in this moment, she knew he was with her, fully and completely. That, at least, made her feel a little more in control.

As the car drove off into the night, leaving the chaos behind, Taylor rested her head on Travis' shoulder, closing her eyes. The flashes and the noise faded into the background, and for now, in the quiet of the car, with Travis' arm around her, she could breathe again.

Tomorrow, the headlines would be all about their date, about how she had looked, what they had worn, how they had acted. But right now, none of that mattered. Right now, it was just them. And that was enough.