Taylor Swift one shots

Still Asleep

It was late afternoon by the time Travis got home from practice, the golden light of the setting sun streaming through the windows as he unlocked the door and stepped inside. The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of leaves outside. He dropped his bag by the door, stretching his sore muscles after a long day of drills and strategy meetings. But as soon as he walked in, his thoughts immediately shifted to Taylor.

She had been feeling better since recovering from the flu a few days ago, but he knew she was still catching up on rest. Between her tour and the whirlwind of their busy schedules, it seemed like she hadn't had a proper chance to just relax in forever. He hoped today had been one of those rare, peaceful days for her.

As he walked through the house, he didn't hear anything—no music playing from the living room, no sounds from the kitchen. He stopped by the doorway to their bedroom, pushing it open gently, and there she was.

Taylor was still asleep, curled up on her side beneath the covers, her hair falling in soft waves across her pillow. The room was dim, the curtains drawn to block out the harshest light, leaving everything in a warm, muted glow. She looked peaceful, her breathing slow and steady, the slightest hint of a smile on her lips as she slept.

Travis smiled to himself, his heart swelling at the sight of her. He tiptoed into the room, careful not to make any noise as he approached the bed. She must've been exhausted, he thought. It wasn't like her to sleep this late into the day, but after the past few weeks of back-to-back shows and travel, she probably needed it more than she realized.

He stood by the side of the bed for a moment, just watching her sleep. There was something so serene about seeing her like this, far removed from the stage lights and the chaos of her usual world. In moments like these, she wasn't Taylor Swift, global superstar. She was just Taylor—his Taylor—soft, vulnerable, and real.

Travis carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He reached out, brushing a lock of hair away from her face, his fingers gentle against her skin. She stirred slightly at the touch but didn't wake up. Her breathing remained steady, and he couldn't help but smile.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, letting his lips linger for just a second. "I'm home," he whispered, even though he knew she couldn't hear him.

For a while, Travis just sat there, content to be by her side. The quiet of the room, the gentle rhythm of her breathing—it was all he needed in that moment. After such a long day, being home with her felt like the perfect way to unwind. Eventually, he stood up, deciding to let her rest a little longer while he made himself something to eat.

As he moved to leave the room, he heard her voice, soft and sleepy. "Travis?"

He turned back, seeing her eyes flutter open. She blinked at him, still half-asleep, but there was a drowsy smile on her face. "Hey," she murmured, her voice hoarse from sleep.

"Hey, babe," he said, walking back to the bed. "I didn't mean to wake you. How're you feeling?"

She stretched lazily beneath the covers, her body arching as she let out a contented sigh. "Better. Just really tired."

He smiled, leaning down to kiss her again, this time on the lips. "You deserve to rest. I can't believe you're still awake after everything you've been doing."

She laughed softly, reaching up to touch his cheek. "I guess my body finally made me listen."

"Good," Travis said, sitting back down beside her. "You needed this. And now that I'm home, I can take care of you."

Taylor smiled, her fingers still tracing the edge of his jaw. "That sounds nice," she whispered. "You're the best."

"Nah," he said, his voice teasing. "Just doing my job."

She laughed again, her eyes closing for a moment as she leaned into his touch. "You always know how to make me feel better."

"I try," he said softly, brushing his thumb over her hand. "Now get some more rest. I'll be here when you wake up."

She nodded, already drifting back into sleep, her hand still resting on his. Travis watched her for a moment longer, then quietly stood and left the room, letting her rest while he busied himself with making dinner, content in the knowledge that she was safe, peaceful, and right where she belonged.